Me and you dated for four years up until around six months ago. We had a very public relationship considering I’m a world famous pop star, it’s impossible not to. Our relationship was the epitome of beautiful for a while — date nights, picnics, playlists for each other, late night drives and we even wrote love letter for eachother like a couple of teenagers.

I saw my future in your eyes and you held my heart in the palm of your hands, but life got in the way. I was very busy with work which resulted in our relationship being neglected.

I was on tour often travelling the world. It wasn’t possible for me to spend as much time with you as I used to. This caused a lot of arguments between us and eventually we became bitter and resentful towards eachother.

When I was in America for some of my shows I ended up forming a… close bond with a woman. I didn’t sleep with her or kiss her. But that didn’t matter to you when you found out.

I had grown close to another woman emotionally and that was enough for you.

The arguments, the distance and my friendship with another woman that was too close for comfort was the breaking point for you.

You broke up with me when you found out.

Not only that, you hated me. And I hated you too. All of my anger towards myself unloaded as rage towards you.

We ended on bad terms.

Today I have been invited onto James Corden’s late, late talk show. Usually I wouldn’t go on shows like this.

But It’s just James. My friend’s talk show that I’ve already been on a few times. Just another night on the bloody couch. Same jokes, same audience, same small talk about tour and music and whether I still wear nail polish or not.

I’m currently stood backstage, fixing up my outfit and my hair before I’m called on stage.

“And now ladies and gentlemen, you know him, you love him — he’s a Grammy winning superstar, internal heartthrob, and our next surprise guest tonight! Please welcome… Mr Harry Styles!” I hear James enthusiastically welcome me to the audience.

I realise it’s time to face the music, I make my way over from backstage. The curtains draw, I step out.

The audience roars.

I see you sat in one of the chair’s next to James.

I freeze, my heart sinks to my feet.