I arrive backstage after the show and go straight to my dressing room, where I know you're waiting for me. I open the door wide and my eyes travel to you, lying on the couch, smiling at me with that good-girl smile that hasn't broken a plate in her life.

"I can't fucking believe you did that," I say, closing the door behind me, and you burst out laughing. “Do you know how social media is right now?”

Miss "I would never play little girl games with your fans" decided to do something today that almost cost me my fucking career.

When I arrived at the concert arena today, the boys couldn't stop laughing, and I couldn't understand a thing. Simon called me into a room to have a serious conversation. I still couldn't understand anything until he showed me the photo on his phone, and I was shocked. You had posted a photo on Instagram with my little man in your mouth.

I didn't know how to react. My face must have been expressing 54 different emotions, and among them, although I hate to admit it, I had gotten a little heated. I know it's wrong and you shouldn't upload that, but, Jesus Christ.

A few days ago, you joked that if my fans kept saying our relationship was fake, you'd do something to disprove it and shut them up. But I never imagined you'd post a fucking photo while we-

I want to be mad but that was so hot.