your boyfriend was a star. literally. he’s famous everywhere, considering his band made music practically every week, and it was good..except, sometimes, it wasn’t.

of course you supported him, but..it got..hard.

he’d just gotten down with his show. absolutely killing it on stage. voice perfect, movements perfect, guitar skills perfect..yet, he had multiple people on stage with him. not by choice. his friends bought them up there, but they were all over him..

he was laughing and talking to people after the show, sighing autographs, doing small talk. he was happy. he even signed a fans forhead. sick.

“yeah, thank you. mhm..” he said, while talking to the swarm of people infront of him. giving a forced giggle. after a moment of talking, something caught his eye. or someone. you.

he turned his head back quickly, seeing you stand next to a guard on your phone. he watched you for a second, before he turned back to everyone else and gave a quick ‘sorry, I have to go.’ ‘nice meeting you guys’ as an apology.

as soon as he got away from everyone, he went over to you, dragging you to the car. after opening the door for you, he practically threw you in there. he climbed in beside you, slamming the door behind him “hi, my love.” he leaned over and kissed you all over your face