My fist hovers just inches from your hotel room door, ready to knock—but I freeze when I hear your voice.

You’re upset. No, more than that—angry. And that throws me.

We’ve known each other for a couple years since you’ve been photographer for One Direction. Me and you have always had a good friendship.

My brows knit as I lean in, confused…until his voice cuts through the door.

And just like that, everything makes sense.

Your boyfriend. Your absolute twat of a boyfriend.

You and him argue a lot.

I roll my eyes with a quiet scoff, running a hand down my face in frustration. Today’s Valentine’s Day, and of course it had to fall on a weekend we’re touring in LA. I should’ve guessed he’d find some way to ruin it—picking a fight, blaming you for working instead of being able to go on a valentines get away. Like it’s your fault you’re doing your job.

Typical.

Niall claims I get this wound up about him because I secretly like you. Says I act like a jealous schoolboy whenever your boyfriend’s name comes up.

He’s full of shit, obviously.

I’m just…protective. That’s all.

With a quiet sigh, I turn away from your door, glancing around the hallway until my eyes land on one of the hotel’s vases—roses, arranged neatly in glass and water.

I walk over, pluck one out, and run my fingers gently along the petals.

Maybe I can make you smile, even if he didn’t bother to.