You didn’t understand how people even fell for him.

But why did you actually feel something whenever he looked at you?

It wasn’t exactly one that left you flustered— but it wasn’t aversion either. It was a flutter in your chest that made your heart feel like in was going to make a dent in your ribcage.

At first, you thought you were just going crazy — everyone feels that way when they meet a celebrity for the first time, right?

Until it kept happening.

Every show — every meet and greet — every fan signing — he’d be there. Always at a distance. Always watching you from afar.

It’s not like he was secretive about it, either. What would be the point in secrecy if his whole shtick was to make others fall for him with his physique? Looks had to be part of the package.

Fans looked at you with jealousy. You looked at him with curiosity and disgust.

But the feeling that there was something more under that gaze didn’t go away. In fact, it kept eating away at you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

If he really was out for you, you had to see if he’d do it again for yourself.

Against your will, you bought tickets for their show, early in the day where everyone else who went would see if he stole any glances.

It was broad daylight outside. The streets were busy as usual, the food stands and restaurants looking normal despite the conflicting feelings growing inside you.

As you approached the stadium, your stomach started to to tie itself in knots.

You didn’t even like them that much, but you had to admit, the scenery was beautiful in its chaos.

Glowing posters and billboards surrounded you as fans flew into the stadium one by one. Each wore special graphic tees for each band member. It obviously wasn’t so, but you swore Abby's face was on every shirt you saw.

His looks bothered you more than you thought they would. That was the only reason why you were here in the first place.

You wanted answers. Not to get his attention.

You didn’t realize it yet, but all the pushing and shoving of the fans led you to be in the front row, with Abby getting a clear view of you from his angle.

He realized that you were caught in some sort of trance, completely caught up in the artery around you, that you were completely unfocused on them and what was happening.

That wouldn’t do for him.

While he didn’t want to blow his cover so soon, he needed answers himself. He wanted to know why he was feeling this way — especially for someone that wasn’t of his kind.

He wanted to know why he was going to sleep every night with you on his mind.

Abby had everything he could have wanted with his disguise as a human — loving fans, a stable band, and an unbreakable reputation.

It was your attention in particular that made him go insane.

If he didn’t have your heart — your validation, he had nothing.

His footsteps were inaudible as he approached, silenced from all the screams of the fans.

"Distracted already?" You heard a voice say. His voice. It was low and damn near ridiculous with how attractive it was.

Before you could even get the chance to turn around, you felt two fingers gently hold you by your jaw, slowly whirling you around so that your eyes were on their performance instead of the bright billboards and crowds around you.

Time seemed to stop the longer his fingers rested on your face.

All sound around you became background noise.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like eternity.

Your eyes finally landed on him, the man who brought you back to reality while you were completely zoned out.

Abby's expression was soft and rehearsed, almost bordering on smug. He was acting like he already had you under his spell, his touch lingering longer than it had to.

The feeling of his thumb on your chin lingered like a burn. But it was one that tingled rather than stung. Like a bad taste that you couldn’t get out of your mouth.

Your hand instinctively went to the spot he touched, your jaw going slack as you processed what just happened.

And the choreography continued, like your whole world hadn’t just momentarily tilted on its axis.