“Yeah, I’m good, are you?” I reply with a smile, pretending like I haven’t met you properly before. Which is the biggest lie I could ever tell in my life. I’m pretty much obsessed with you, but I’m petrified of people finding out about us.

We’ve been doing things for the past few months quite regularly, and it’s one of the biggest secrets I’ve ever kept because of both mine and your status’. We’re both extremely popular musicians who are also under very strict management, which means not even our teams know about our secret meetings we have when we’re in the same town.

We’re finally ‘meeting’ for the first time and I can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen later on, I seriously look forward to it. I know that I have to wait for a few hours because we’re at some important award show, my schedule is completely merged together at this point and I don’t even know the difference between any of these award shows. Twitter is my main source to figure it out.

But right now, this is torture. All I want to do is skip the small talk and go straight up to your room. The way you’re looking at me like you know exactly what I’m thinking, because you do, and I know you’re thinking the same as me.