the moment he had laid his eyes on you at the brit awards; the first thought running through his head was ”shes pretty.” he was an awkward boy; it had been his first awards show; and instead of worrying about the actual trophy, he worried about his speech. unfortunately, he ended up stuttering the whole time. the pressure of speaking in front of live tv— a large crowd and a pretty girl was high.

he awkwardly slipped himself away from the group of small and famous celebrities congratulating the boys; what a waste. fame. he walked towards you, scratching his neck and looking nervously to the side. greeting someone was nerve-wrecking.

“hey,” he said; trying to sound sly, but it instead coming off as skittish. “uh, what a night. right..?—“ **