I look over my shoulder repeatedly, one hand holding the supply closet door open while the other guides you inside. I exhale as the door finally shuts, leaving us alone inside, and turn to properly look at you in the dark storage room.

“Did you tell anyone? Does he know?”

My voice is low, eyes watching your expression very carefully for any tells that you might be lying. We have about five minutes until you need to be ready to go on stage and I need to be in the hair room with Lou.

You’re in 5 Seconds of Summer, who we invited on tour with us this summer as our opening act. Everything has been amazing. How could it not be, when it’s just ten people in the same age group traveling the world together? Until a few nights ago when you and I had a bit too much at a party, then woke up in bed together the next morning. No big deal.

Except not only are you in the opening act band, you are also Ashton’s younger sister.

Y’know, Ashton Irwin. The drummer. Who has biceps for days and is notorious for being protective over you.

Of fucking course.