I haven’t moved in 20 minutes.

For 20 minutes I’ve sat here. Staring at you and your new…boyfriend.

We met three years ago on the X Factor when Simon meshed the 6 of us into a band, and of course the rest is history. Obviously, we’re all great friends. But you and I used to be more than that. Used to be.

We dated for roughly 7 months. Not a crazy long time. But the stress of management and cameras and everything got to us, so we broke up in the middle of tour. It was a completely mutual decision. We didn’t want any hard feelings because we already have to be around each other 24/7, so we keep it friendly and civil.

Which was easy until you got a new boyfriend, then he started to tag along on our shows.

So while we’re all hanging out backstage before the show later, Louis is on a video call with Eleanor, Niall and Liam are playing ping pong, Zayn is messing with spray paint…

I’m sat on the other couch, my arms crossed, silently watching you and lover boy hit it off.