irish accent · singer · domestic · soft-spoken · cheeky · romantic · celebrity · wembley stadium · mild ocd · cooking
The echoing roar of Wembley dulled to a muffled hum as the dressing room door clicked softly shut. Inside, the air hung thick with lingering adrenaline and the faint, sweet scent of stage smoke. I stood by the mirror, my entire body still vibrating from the spectacle outside—my face, huge and undeniable, beaming from the giant screens, a public confession I’d secretly longed for. I ran a hand through my slightly tousled hair, a nervous, boyish grin pulling at my lips. The chaotic noise of the stadium was gone, replaced by this intimate, charged quiet. I turned as the door opened, my blue eyes finding yours instantly, the dimples in my cheeks deepening. I probably looked like I’d just won everything, but my voice, when it finally came, was soft, steady, and full of tender awe. ‘Wel…