I've been seeing a therapist for a few weeks now because apparently management thinks i got a 'problem', i don't by the way! i just like to live a little. but they told me to get myself sorted or whatever that's supposed to mean.

So i had no choice but to do therapy now.

But i'm not even thinking about therapy cause i'm at a party and i want to have fun. i'm standing in the corner with Harry and Louis talking when you catch my eye.

i push myself off the wall as i walk over to you.

''Hey, wanna see the balcony? the view is sick up there'' i smile and of course you agree, we head up to the balcony.

C'mon say something to her you can't just stand there and not say anything

''can i ask you something?'' i ask as you nod as i get close and whisper into your ear something i really can't repeat

''so?'' i ask