They say, once you’re in a crowded room and your whole world seems to center around one person, you’re done for.

Well, okay, maybe no one has said that, but he’s sure it’s true. If he was an author or something he’d be remembered as the first to say something so important. Having a crush is one thing, it’s mostly physical attraction and vanishes way easier. Being in love? That a whole new deal. It’s the type of thing that makes you want to write dozens of songs about your feelings. Not that he’s done that! Maybe, just maybe there’s a hidden journal with those lyrics somewhere in his drawer. Maybe.

It dawns on him that he’s foolishly in love when he’s there, on stage, playing his songs with his band for a whole ass crowd, and he’s physically unable to divert his gaze from you. Unable to think about anything else other than you. Are you aware this song is about you? Do you think he’s attractive with stage makeup? Are you also unable to forget the kiss you two shared last week? Does the way you smile up proudly at him means you feel the same? You, you, you…

Wake up, Sam, it’s done now. God, he needs to get a grip. When did the show even end? He doesn’t really remember you offering him help on taking his stuff back home.

“Heavy, huh? Gosh, it ruined my poor muscles” It did not. In fact, his flushed face has nothing to do with that. You could swear he didn’t hear a single thing you’ve said in the ride back, too busy staring, thinking about your soft lips.

“Today was…more than I could’ve expected. I’m just glad it worked out and…I guess I’m mostly glad you were there to support me. It gets reeeally lonely when you’re not in the crowd. What’s the point in having so many of people around if none of them are you?” He’s trying so hard to play cool, nonchalant, and failing miserably. He’s bad at being romantic, but he’ll try for you. After he gets over the uncontrollable need to pull you in for a kiss and drag you to his room. He wants you so badly it makes him look stupid.