"Hey" Madison smiled instantly.
                              
"Hello there" The right back answered extanding his hand to give the singer the flowers he had picked for her.
                              
"Oh my... thank you! Come inside" stepping to the right Madison allowed Trent to step into the airbnb apartment she had rented for the whole time she'd be staying in Liverpool for the quarantine.
                              
"Sit, we have a long night coming" the pop star said, bringing two glasses of wine and a bottle of it.
                              
"Don't know if that's a good thing or not" Trent laughed
                              
"We'll see about that... Alexa, play my album"
                              
"My album, now playing" the machine replied and an angelic melody started playing.
                              
"And that's only the intro..." Trent thought to himself, thoughts disappearing when Madison sat beside him, cuddling slightly onto his right biceps.
                              
♡
                              
A couple laughs later, Madison tearing up multiple times through the album and Trent admiring her angelic voice the last track was finally playing.
                              
"This is your song. It's called 'him'. I wanted to name it 'trent' but then I was like... that's gonna make hin uncomfortable so... here it is. Your own song" she laughed, and mentally smacked herself for rumbling.
                              
He just chuckled nodding and sat up to listen to his track.
                              
You don't know what it does to me,
                              
biting your lip,
                              
wishing i could make 
                              
you mine baby
                              
Turning his head he looked Madison in the eye, waiting for something.
                              
She just sat next to him, head on her shoulder trying not to freak out, regretting the moment she even mentioned the 'Trent song'
                              
Wishing i could make you mine
                              
The song finished and with one swift movement of Trent's, Madison wad sat on his lap, slightly drunk and the music pulsing a little too loudly. She turned in Trent's lap, starting to kiss up his neck and grind her hips down.
                              
“Madison…” Trent whined, trying to still her hips as she sucked a hickey into his neck.
                              
“Make me yours” Madison sat up, looking at him with half-lidded eyes as his widened. She kissed him harshly, pulling back again. “Right now, T. I’m ready.“
                              
She felt the alcohol rush through her veins as Trent stood her up, leading her to the bedroom. 
                              
“You’re anxious,” he observed quietly. When she didn’t say anything, he glanced at her. “We don’t have to, you know. We can wait some more if you want. I’m not in a rush,” he paused, like maybe he was considering not telling her something, but then he exhaled, continuing. “When I first saw you I literally thought you were the hottest person in the world and I still do. But if you're not ready I will not do anything. I mean yeah I get hard or whatever and sure we’ve messed around a little but I think I’ve realized that when you love someone you don’t really care as much? Like you do but I don’t know if this makes sense but sometimes when you look at me or play with my hair or we are just around each other, I feel better than when I have sex. It’s like the same feeling but deeper. That’s weird, isn’t it?” He laughed. “Well, we’re home. I’m okay with just going to bed or making out for awhile if you want.”