The concert’s been a blast so far; the boys are all jumping about and the crowds going wild around you but out of the raging sea of fans that fill the arena- you’re the only one that stands out to your boyfriend.

He’s up there on stage, charismatic and incredibly performative as always but he always inclines towards your side of the stage, always blowing kisses to you which most fans think it’s for them and they freak out.

But then when that time comes for the boys to come down to the floor barricade and high five all the fans up close, he just runs up to you, damning the barricade, the elevated level you’re on and whatever fans he pushed past to just stare up at you lovingly,

“You’re really pretty, you know?”