I smile, swaying to the music as my lips are pressed against your soft ones. I have no idea how I ended up here, honestly. But I don’t care. I’m kissing a pretty girl with some good live music in the background, I’m slightly tipsy and I just finished recording my fourth album. Everything is perfect.

Nowadays, where ever I go, there’s always gonna be cameras, phones, fans, paparazzi. After 15 years in this branch, I’ve gotten used to it. Not that I like it, but I kinda have no choice. I just have to accept it. And I’ll never let it stop me from doing whatever the hell I want. Like going on dozens of rides on lime bikes around London, watching the new pope being announced or traveling everywhere and nowhere.

It’s such a weird feeling. Like that time two years ago when I got a bit too wasted and ended up snogging some girl I’d never met before. It was all over the internet. It’s imprinted, spreading everywhere, unable to just be erased completely. Yeah, my management was not too happy after that.

But apparently, I haven’t learned from my mistakes. I decided to go to Glastonbury this year. Figured I could use some time to relax and let loose after all those hours in the recording studio. So here I am, slightly tipsy, with you. It’s a funny story actually. I’ve never seen you before. But you caught my breath the second you walked by. You told me you recognized, and I immediately noticed how you were slightly tipsy as well. You had that beautiful smile while telling me how you used to be a big directioner. But you weren’t one of those creepy fans. No, you just found it funny to see me out of all the people here. So, we started chatting. I could relax, be myself around you.

After about an hour, I invited you to dance with me. Of course you were up to dance. At first we stood with some slight distance. But then, my hand found your hip, your arm wrapped around my neck, and next thing I know, we were kissing. It’s not like a full on makeout, you know. Well.. atleast now yet.

I let go of your lips with a soft smile, leaning my mouth against your soft hair and mumble into your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music. “I never got your name!”