And yet again we play the last song of the show. The crowd is going crazy. I fall onto my drums and breathe deeply. Tom and Danny are thanking the crowd and each other. Then you start to speak. I hear my name and look up. You're pointing to me. I decided to listen to what you're saying.
"...Give it up for Harry!" you scream. The crowd goes wild with applause and I smile widely. Yes, the fans really do adore me. Then you place your bass down and walk in my direction. People say I'm 'obsessed' with you but I know it's the other way around.
The look on your face is a bit disturbing. You have this evil grin on your lips and your eyes are gleaming with...Well, I'm not sure what it is. Then you step up onto my platform and before I know what's happening you kiss me. None of that muck around shit you always play. Your lips are on mine. I'm shocked. I don't know exactly what's happening. You lick my bottom lip, and then give it a swift bite. It hurts. You pull away...And laugh. The sound replays over and over again. That sound is louder than the crowd. And before I know it you're running off the stage and I'm sitting in complete shock.
You just kissed me Dougie Poynter.