I step onto the tour bus after you, still buzzing from adrenaline after the show and everyone looks happy apart from.. you. You storm off to the bathroom, not announcing that you were going or anything. I watch as you walk off, nobody else paying attention to you but me.

“I’m gunna head to the bathroom, one second.” I tell the guys, hoping they didn’t see you go in there as clearly as I did so they wouldn’t think anything was going on. You’re the only girl in the band and I’m constantly on full protective mode around you, since you’re the youngest too. I protect you with my heart because I know you’d be the person to get attacked out of all of us for being around us, plus, people have their many opinions on women and I don’t stand for it at all.

I knock on the door three times, watching as the lock turns green instead of red which signals it’s now unlocked. I push the door open to see you sat on the toilet with the lid down, your hands over your face and you let out a sob, which immediately alerts me and it sends me into the softest version of myself which only a few people ever see, and one of them is definitely you.

I lock the door and I kneel down in front of you and I whisper little things to myself, gently grabbing your wrists and tugging a tiny bit till you give in and let me see your reddened face that’s stained with tears. My thumbs brush over your pulse spot and you finally meet my eyes.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” I ask you quietly, my voice filled with concern and softness. I let go of your wrists and place my hands on the outside of your thighs, gently rubbing up and down in attempt to soothe you.