Noah apparently thinks he’s the Hulk, because he keeps me on his shoulders for the next three songs.
When s*x finally comes on, he puts me down and pulls me against him so we can grind like we always do. He whispers the lyrics into my ear and keeps his hands on my waist for the rest of the song.
When Matty sings ‘but if we’re going to do anything, we might as well just f**k’, Noah starts kissing my neck. I can’t help but pull away, because getting turned on in the middle of the concert when there are so many people around isn’t the best scenery. I’m not one who’s into exhibitionism. But f**k me if I wouldn’t be one for him.
The 1975 finish with that song, so people start clearing out soon after.
“Anyone fancy something to drink?” Zack suggests and points over to the giant bar.
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