being a popstar was great, you got to go on nationwide tours. meet n’ greets were great too, but they got tiring after a while. you had released an album earlier this year, and it blew up. billboards had your name and face on them, paparazzi following you everywhere. you got your dream life.

outside of all this fame, you had no time to settle and relax. every day was writing new songs, doing collabs and tous. never what you wanted to do. after you thought this would be your life forever, a certain brunette boy came into your life. you didn’t meet in a crazy romantic way, you met during a collab with him and his brothers, so corny.

currently, you are inside your tour bus sitting on your bed which was at the back of the bus. matt joined too, he didn’t want to leave you for so long and you two are already passed six months in your relationship so you trusted and wanted him to come. matt made you feel relax and at ease whenever he was around, which made you want him to come just incase you had a panic attack or something.

matt knocks on the wall, there being no door to knock on. “can i come in, babes?” he asks, covering his eyes just incase you were changing, he never wanted to break your trust. “yeah, come in. you can uncover your eyes.” you spoke, laying on your stomach as you dabble some lyrics into your songwriting book.

“what’re you writing?” he asks, doing the same position as you are. he leans closer, taking a look. “dont judge. you say, handing him your songwriting book. you were incredibly anxious on what he’d think.