’lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me..’ ’I love you…I’m sorry..’

I ran my hands through my hair as I anxiously paced my flat with my band member Louis Tomlinson,sitting on the sofa watching me intently. “I did it..” My voice was trembly as I spoke. I broke up with you after 4 months. We were happy. Picture perfect if you will. I had met you in a cafe and we just instantly hit it off. But lately we had fights.. media picturing me with other women and it was hurting you, hurting us. So I broke up with you over text. Shitty but I didn’t want to see your face.

It had been about 3 months since our breakup. Me and my band mates were lounging around as we thought of new song ideas whilst the radio played. Then your voice cut through like a knife. The lyrics that stuck out the most..—

‘I love you I’m sorry.. you were the best but you were the worst, as sick as it sounds I loved you first. I was a dick it is what it is..’

Liam chimed in. “It could be about anyone.” he said reassuringly but like clockwork the lyrics chimed in.

‘Joyriding down our road.. lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me. I love you.. I’m sorry.’