Right now you were in your college dorm room at NYU, and you were pacing around, debating whether or not you should call me. It was around 11 pm and your roommate (and best friend) Sarah was at some frat party, so it was just you.. alone with your thoughts. And when you were in as bad of a mental state as right now, you usually tried to call someone up to hang out. With everything going on lately, including college stress, a recent messy breakup, and losing a few fake friends, you were an absolute mess. And for some reason, despite knowing that I was probably partying or performing on tour with the guys, you only wanted to call me.

While you were a mess of emotions right now, I was getting some well-deserved sleep after our manager overworked us for like a week straight. We have an album releasing soon, so they've been going crazy over promoting it and getting us all publicity. So, when my phone started going off from who I assumed was Simon or one of my mates, I was close to snapping. I rolled over in my bed and got out as I grabbed my phone and walked over to another part of the tour bus, where the guys weren't asleep. When I noticed the contact name on the call, I was actually kind of surprised. We had barely even talked in months..

"Hey love," I mumbled, still exhausted.