"Hello, my friends!" Taylor said to his camera. He spun around to show Nate and Andrew sitting on the bed, talking about the upcoming final stage of the tour. "You boys excited?" Taylor asked them, looking at their reflections in his screen.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Andrew said, sliding off the bed. "I'm hungry," he added, walking out of the hotel room and to the dining room. Taylor walked over to Nate, still recording his video for Instagram.
"Cool. Now we can have some bro time, little dude," Taylor said to Nate. Nate rolled his eyes and covered his face with his book. Taylor ignored his SASS and turned back to his camera. "Well, I'm totally excited. It's gonna be my first time in Paris. I'm glad that I'm going to spend my time there with my main boy, Nate," he said.
"Stop," Nate grumbled, pulling the book off his face, "Can't you put down your phone for like, ten seconds?"
"............... NOPE!" Taylor responded. He laughed, guffawed, and chortled at his grumpy friend. He continued to do so until a pillow hit him squarely in the nose. "Bruh!" He exclaimed. "Whatever. Talk to you guys later," Taylor said to the camera before turning it off... or so he thought. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Nate, propping the "turned off camera" up in the nightstand. "Sorry that I was bothering you with the phone," Taylor said. Nate smiled gingerly and later his hand gingerly on Taylor's thigh. "I'm one of your fans, too," Nate said quietly, pouting. Taylor looked deep into Nate's brown(?) eyes.
"You're my favourite fan," Taylor said. "I'm your number one fan," Nate responded coyly. He leaned up towards Taylor's bearded dopey face. Taylor leaned down towards Nate's meh face. As their lips touched, Andrew burst in the door with a McMuffin in one hand and a funnel cake in the other.
"WE'RE BUSY!" Nate and Taylor screamed. "Ok, I'll be in the hall," Andrew said while chipmunking a bite of his muffin. He went back  into the hall, only to open the door again a second later.
"TAYLORRR!" Andrew screamed, waving his phone in one hand and holding his muffin and funnel cake in the other. "What is this new post on your Insta?" He said, crying and laughing. Taylor stopped caressing Nate's face and stung up from the bed. He grabbed the phone from Andrew and watched as his career unravelled before his eyes - apparently, Taylor hadn't turned his camera off. You fool.
"Oh, shoot!" he said. "Froomie's going to feel left out."

(I'm so sorry I am sorry that my friend has done this pls end her life thanks)