My fist hovers over the door to your hotel room, preparing to knock but pausing when I hear your voice. You sound…mad? That’s odd. We’ve known each other for years now, ever since being put in the band together on the X Factor, and I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you genuinely get mad.

My brows furrow and I lean closer, confused as I listen in through the door. But when I hear his voice, I instantly know what’s going on, and it causes me to roll my eyes with a low scoff.

Your absolute idiot of a boyfriend.

Today is Valentine’s day, and unfortunately the romantic holiday landed on a weekend that we’re on a tour stop in Brazil. I should’ve expected him to start some bullshit fight over it, even though it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s not your fault.

Niall says I get easily irritated over his existence because I secretly like you, but he’s just as idiotic. I’m simply protective over you.

Yeah…protective.

I exhale and turn back to the hallway, looking for one of those rose bouquets the hotel has scattered around in vases filled with water.

Maybe I can make you feel better with a flower.