"Never have I ever hooked up with a fan," Ellen grins, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively—as if she knows something.

I settle my paddle onto the "I have" side, running my hand over my mouth. I dare to lift my gaze to Ellen's, smirking with my dimples prominent. I glance down at the paddle again, bouncing it awkwardly. I then start twirling it around aimlessly to distract from the fact I just admitted that. "I think mine's broken" I fib, my Cheshire accent laying on thick. Niall, to my right, laughs.

My eyes stealthily meet yours as you sit in the audience of today's set, I can see a hint of a smirk on your adorable pink lips that I spent all night kissing until we were panting.

To set things straight—after a show last night, the boys and I headed out to a bar. We had a few drinks but I was still reasonably sober, you and I hit it off with a purely innocent conversation, but not long later you ended up in my hotel room bed, clothes tossed all over the floor. I'm not complaining.

We woke up this morning in a tangle of sweaty limbs and I decided I was very fond of you. We got brunch at a hidden cafe with stolen kisses between. Now you're here, watching me film because I didn't want to part ways just yet, can't blame a guy, can you?