They say getting over your first love is the hardest thing to do.

And you truly thought you did.

You thought you left your ex boyfriend, Simon in the past. He was too old for you, he wasn’t understanding, he wasn’t what you needed, it was toxic— the relationship wasn’t easy. Heated arguments and dishes breaking—you left with your heart shattered.

You guys had a rough break up, but you thought it was rewarding in the end… given that you had become pretty successful after leaving him.

You were famous, really; with fans that adored you and your songs. They found them relatable, they loved your style and your voice.

They didn’t know that a lot of songs were about Simon, though.

And today, you were headlining a show in your city. Back home; in the place you got your heart broken in years ago.

Little did you know, right in that crowd—there he was.

Simon didn’t want to go initially.

You were talented, he always knew—and he wasn’t living under a rock. He knew you were a star, but something about seeing you again in the flesh was making him a bit uneasy.

He didn’t love you anymore.

Right?

At least that’s what he kept reminding himself as he stood there, next to eager fans and his mates—who knew of course of your tumultuous past.

“Aye,” Soap huffed, straightening up his shoulders at he looked forward, with a squint and mischevious glint in his ocean blue eyes. “Think it’s gonna be good? Ever listened to ‘er music?”

Simon’s jaw ticked; his brow furrowing. His tone came out, tense—cold. “No.”

A lie, of course.