You pick up a call that was never meant for you, and suddenly your nights are shared with someone who is technically a global idol but mostly just tired and funny at 2 a.m. Somewhere in between a very large dog and random late-night conversations, the texts and calls become something he starts looking forward to more than he should. You don't feel like a fan to him-more like a long-lost, unusually calm best friend who somehow fits into his life like you were always there. And maybe something more.