It's the big day, today I see her. We agreed that we see each other somewhere out of the cameras of the paparazzi so a taxi picks me up in a few minutes. I hurry to get ready and knock on my door.

"Miss Hudson. I'm your driver to go, you know where," said a young blonde woman with high heels of about ten centimeters.

"Just let me go get my bag, I'm coming."

She nods broadly and then take my bag and get on the back of the car.

"You are beautiful miss," blew the woman to try to relax.

"Thank you," I replied nervously.

"You know, you can relax, I'm a good driver and then Stefani is a lovely and very kind person. Don't worry," she says.

"I don't doubt it," I said, offering her a smile.

"We'll be here soon, in about fifteen minutes, do you want some special music?

- No, it's good, put what you want, everything suits me."

She then turns on her radio and puts one of the best-known passing songs of the moment. Thanks to that, I can relax and we arrive a few minutes later at the meeting place, in a studio.

I enter then and see the turntables making settings on a song that is unknown to me. I put myself in a corner of the room and wait patiently for her to finish. I squirm in all directions because of stress and therefore drop my bag by inattention. I bend over to catch him and hit me again in my host.

"Excuse me again. I didn't want to disturb you," I said shyly.

"No, don't worry. But hello and how are you?" Stefani asked me.  

"Uh, yes, sorry. Hello. I'm doing well, and you?

- Very good. Can we start this day?

- With joy," I whispered with a broad smile.

"So we will start quietly. I'm taking you to my favorite cafe. To talk and drink a little tea or whatever you want."

Once arrived at the same place, we are led by a young man in a secret room hidden from view, but with an exceptional charm.

"Do you like it?" She asks me because of my sparkling eyes.

"Very much.

- I'm happy," she smiled.

She invites me to sit down, which I do immediately. She looks at me, waiting for me to say something, I suppose.

"You were right. I'm in love with my best friend," I told her.

"- What made you change your mind?

- My confidant, Liam, among others.

- And your best friend knows?

- We are a couple.

- I'm happy for you," she said smiling.  

"What about you? The media say you would be in a relationship with a certain Christian.

- Well, they're wrong, I'm not in a relationship with him," she told me while reading the map of drinks.

"- Okay, I see that it bothers you to talk about it so I stop. What did you choose?

- I'm going to have a cappuccino and you?

- A mint tea."

She takes her iPhone and pats something.

"It's good," she said to me.

"- Of?

- The order arrives within two minutes. I sent them our order by message."

Once our drink and discussion are over, we leave the cafe and our taxi is already waiting for us.

"Where are we going now?" I asked.

"We go back to the studio, I want to make you listen to a song of your choice."

I smile a lot in the face of this answer. I'm very happy to be able to watch her sing a song of my choice and in such conditions. We arrive a few minutes later and while she leaves in the studio, I sit on a chair next to the room.

"I would like you to sing Bad Romance, I love your French accent, it's sexy," I confessed.

"Would not you be flirting with me Katheryn?" She said, laughing.  

"Mmh, I don't know maybe. Would you like it?" I asked, continuing to play the game.

"Really, you're really sexy. But too young for me," she adds.

We then laugh out loud for a few seconds and then take our minds and our breath. Then she begins to sing Bad Romance, one of my favorite songs. She sings marvelously well and then comes the moment when she sings in French. It's a marvel. She finishes singing and comes back to me.

"It was wonderful. I love when you sing in French.

- Quelques fois, je veux des reflets bleu blanc rouge
Parce que mes amis pensent que c'est français donc cool
Et vendredi pour me faire remarquer
Je vais nouer mes cheveux dans la tour Eiffel
Je vais danser
I just wanna be myself and I want you to love me for who I am
I just wanna be myself, and I want you to know, je suis mes cheveux
I've had enough,
This is my prayer
That I'll die living just as free as my hair
I've had enough
This is my prayer
That I'll die living just as free as my hair
I've had enough
I'm not a freak
I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets
I've had enough, enough, enough
And this is my prayer, I swear
I'm as free as my hair

- Oh my god, it's beautiful. How come I never heard that before?

- I was in Paris when I sang this song and suddenly, I sang French. I wanted to. This language is beautiful.

- It's indeed. Thank you for this moment of sweet Stefani," I say smiling.

"Come on, don't stay here. I'm taking you somewhere else," she says.

"Where are we going?

- Surprise. Perhaps the best of the day."

I don't even have time to answer her anyway that I'm carried out of the studio, in the car.

We have been in the car for over an hour now and she keeps talking to me. She tells me about her many concerts and travels and I find it really exciting. I mean, she has such a dream life that I would like to be part of it.

Suddenly, she makes me put a blindfold around the eyes for a bigger surprise. I accept. She continues to talk to me despite this blindfold that bothers me because I can't watch Stefani talk.

"We have arrived," she said a few minutes later.

"Can I take it off?" I asked, showing the blindfold.

"No, but do not worry, I'll tell you when the time comes, and you'll know it. Don't move, I'll come back. I'll leave Katy, take care of her for the time of my absence and make sure she keeps the blindfold and stays in the car, okay?

- No problem Stefani," answers the driver.

I hear then the door of the car slam, sign of his departure. I'm stressing. I stress for fear of his surprise. I don't know what she is preparing for me and it makes me so nervous that I sing in the back of the car.  

"Take my hand, stay in Joanne
Heaven's not ready for you
Every part of my aching heart
Needs you more than the angels do.

- Beautiful voice," told me the only person in the car.

"Thank you. But I'm sorry to sing, but I'm so stressed that singing helps me to get over it.

- Don't worry about that. Continue. Act as if I weren't there."

I continue to sing. But a few seconds later, I hear the rear door open again.

"Wonderful voice," Stefani told me. I'm surprised, but keep your blindfold for more suspense.  

I trust her by keeping it. She takes my hand to get me out of the car. I try as best I can't to stumble out of the car, but in vain, I miss the sidewalk and find myself on the ground. I'm suddenly having a laugh in the company of Stefani who helps me up. I enter a room finally to what I imagine since the heat isn't the same and climbs stairs with great difficulty. And sense that the floor creaks due to the parquet, I suppose once again. We stop then.

"That's it; we've arrived, but you still have to keep your headband. Okay?

- Okay."

I then sense that there is another person, since I hear some things going on and others getting closer.

"Who is it?" I asked anxiously.

Nobody answers me after several seconds of waiting. But I feel a slight warm breath in my neck.

"Whoever you are, leave! I'm in a relationship and I love him.

- Trust me and let yourself go," Stefani told me far away.

I hear then that the person moves and faces me. I feel that my arm is being touched and that my hand is being asked. I trust my idol and put my hand in hers while the other hand of the person comes in my back. I understand immediately that she wants to dance, a waltz, due to the posture, but also to the music that has just snapped.

I start moving a minimum when the person moves too. And we synchronize to the rhythm of the music by making light footsteps from the fear of falling still to see nothing. But the stranger manages to make me dance the waltz with greater ease after a few seconds proving to me that there was no obstacle.

I trust that person blindly, even though I don't even know her. I can't even tell if it's a man or a woman. She makes me swirl, spin. It's quite pleasant. But once the music is over, she just sticks to me by giving me a hug. I recognize that he is a young man thanks to his muscles. Then he takes off from me to put his hands on my cheeks and kisses me. I then automatically answer knowing exactly who this person is. I know this kiss by heart.

He then stops the kiss and removes my blindfold. I see then that I'm on an empty stage, thankfully and that Lady Gaga is no longer there as I could have noticed when I heard the different steps. I turn to meet him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm here thanks to your new friend," Niall answers me.

"I'm glad you're here," I whispered, taking him in my arms.

"I'm happy too," he murmurs.

"I'm a good waltz teacher," I boasted.

"What do you want me to tell you? You're perfect," he confessed before kissing me.

"You're perfect too Love," I replied by putting my head on his chest feeling his heart beat quickly.

I'm showing a smile, but I'm enjoying this moment and Niall's love for me. I love him and he loves me.