I toss and turn in my sheets, trying to ignore the notifications rolling in—it's too early. My phone, however, doesn't back down. Buzzing persistently, reverberating against the pine wood of my bedside table—how are they even breaking through my Do Not Disturb focus?

With an exaggerated yawn, my legs get tangled in the sheets as I flip around, snatching my phone and pulling it off of the charger. The screen is blurry as my eyes adjust to the glowing rectangle in my hands.

H, you kissed that chick from barricade in 2014? The one we all argued over wanting?

From Niall,

Damn that's why you were acting so smug the day after our Nashville show, because you kissed that absolute beauty we all wanted, Harold!

From Louis.

That's enough to wake me up—no straight black coffee needed. I shoot up into a seated position, the white sheets pooling in my lap. I scroll through message after message, tweet after tweet about you, the girl I kissed in 2014.

You had barricade to the Nashville show on the 19th of August 2014—I remember the night so vividly, it's definitely one of my best. The entire concert, I was throwing cheeky flirts at you from the stage, not only did you have me wrapped around your finger—but the rest of the band too. After, I scouted you out without the knowledge of the other boys—they'd have killed me. I, thankfully, had the pleasure of feeling those pretty pink lips against my own that same night. Though that wasn't the only place your lips were—

Take that, Horan.

But how did they find out? How did the world find out? I don't kiss and tell. It's the unspoken rule. And besides, it's been five years!

The next message rolls through, it's from my sister, Gemma with an attached file—a link to an instagram post from the mother of celebrity gossip pages itself, Deuxmoi.

There's a new segment since the last time I checked, it's all anonymous messages about people hating on the way that celebrities kiss. And Gemma sent this to me, why? I'm a great kisser!

'my mom kissed king charles during a fishing trip in 1979, she would rate him a 6/10 kind of sloppy and weird but a catch nonetheless. ANON PLEASE' The first slide reads, I don't hide the slight giggle passing my lips.

I swipe through the rest of post when I stumble across a photo of my face and the comment about my kiss on slide four—except it isn't under anonymous, it's your name. Bold, I see.

'{{user}}: I kissed Harry Styles in 2014, memorable night it was, but he kisses like a fish, with love though'

A fish? You're comparing me to a fish?

Yeah, well, you kiss like— Actually you kissed really well...

I finally pick my jaw up from the floor at your dig and from there, don't hesitate to look up your Instagram profile. I scroll through the posts before ultimately deciding to send you a teasing message.

I kiss like a fish, really, darling? I think I need a do-over in that case, a chance to redeem myself and prove you wrong?