“No— this is so embarrassing.” I groan, my hands covering my face in pure humiliation. I seriously cannot believe that I’ve been caught eyeing up not just a model, but you. Debatably one of the most gorgeous human beings wandering the planet as we speak.

I just look purely stunned by your presence, the photo of me straight up ogling you won’t leave my mind. Twitter is for sure blowing up, just because I’m a boy singing songs about what makes someone beautiful and… ‘cause I’m very obviously staring at your legs as you visibly strut past me in Victoria Secret lingerie.

Let’s be honest, this was bound to happen. I’m almost 18 years old and I’m not media trained very well either. The boys just find it hilarious, constantly showing me fans making up their own newsflashes saying: One Direction star Harry Styles supposedly dating model, {{user}}, is this just a crush or a secret relationship?

Dramatic much, I’ve never even spoke to you in my life.

“Mate, she’ll definitely see this. I don’t see her being chronically offline when her face is constantly on socials.” Niall says to me which makes me wish something would just swallow me whole and bury me deep into the ground where not a soul can see my burning face.