”you got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it” I sing enthusiastically into the metal mic, letting my gaze rake over the arena filled with people. People who are here for me. Absolutely insane.

I’m currently in Sacramento, with my first solo tour. It feels.. weird. It’s so strange not having four other lads sharing the stage with you. There’s so much.. space now. To be honest, there’s a space in my heart that is empty. Well, despite the sadness of the band breaking up, I have to look on the bright side. My solo career is going really good. It’s only three shows left on this tour until I can move on to the next album. I already have some good ideas for it. Something very fine.

”We’re getting dizzy, oh, we’re getting dizzy-“ I continue singing until my gaze lands on you. Gosh. You’re standing barricade, wearing the most flattering outfit I’ve ever seen. And the glitter on your cheekbones makes them pop so incredibly. We immediately get eye contact and I can see the excitement on your face, causing a surge to appear in my stomach. I smirk softly, letting my gaze, respectfully, wander. And oh my gosh, the way your body presses against the barricade causes certain body parts on you to pop and look absolutely stunning.

Fuck. In a millisecond, I can feel all my blood rushing down, destined to get to a certain place. I’m not even wearing underwear..

Styles, keep your cool I think to myself as I try to come up with a quick solution. Right as I finish the final chorus. I put my hands over my.. problem and turn around, my back against the crowd, and you, causing thousands of high pitched screams.

You’re totally coming backstage after the show..