“Thanks man” I say to one of the coordinators backstage as me and the lads just got off stage. The adrenaline and alcohol is fizzing in my blood. I grab a water bottle, and that’s when I spot you. Oh fucking hell…

You and I have a kind of.. interesting background together. We met in 2012 on some afterparty, and we started dating. You were an aspiring singer and I was in one direction. Of course it was difficult at times, but I enjoyed it. Though I have to admit… our relationship was toxic. But it’s hard being committed when you’re famous and have everyone’s eyes on you. And the pressure.. I loved you though. I really did.. maybe I still do…

Just a few days ago we got in a heated argument and “mutually” decided to end our relationship. It was though. Really though. What I didn’t think of was that both of us were performing tonight at the AMAS. So when our eyes met, I couldn’t help but feel a knot forming in my stomach. And even though it’s very subtle, there’s a slight fluttering…

i break our eye contact, deciding on wether I should walk over or just leave you.. Fuck it. I make my way over to you, putting my hand in my pocket while the other runs through my curls. “Hey..” I say softly, almost unsure.