"I just don't understand why you didn't go to that party your friends invited you to. It sounded like you could've had fun." I say as we walk inside my house.

It was currently 3 in the morning and I drove Harry's car from the arena to my house. He shrugs. "We do the same things almost every night. I'm tired of party's, and I haven't seen you in so long I just wanted to hang out with my best friend."

I roll my eyes as we quietly make our way to the kitchen. "You were amazing by the way. You took my concert virginity." I say making him snort out a laugh, my heart pounding as his eyes wrinkled when he laughed.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"I guess we can say I popped my best friends cherry." He winks. "This is a big step in our relationship." I take out the tequila from the cupboard and some shot glasses, lining them up in front of us. "Tequila? It's 3 in the morning."

"So? You just sold out the last show of your world tour. Is it a crime to want to celebrate my best friend? Not many people can say that."

"One can't hurt I guess." He shrugs and throws his head back, letting the liquid run down his throat causing him to grimace at the burning sensation. "I forgot how much I hated tequila. Move over, I'm making us some proper drinks." He says, pointing behind him signaling for me to move away.

He opens the cupboards and retrieves some more alcohol, I didn't notice how much we store in there for the holidays. Most of them I've bought and most of them were my parents.

I watch as Harry grabs two glasses and fills half with tequila and the rest with green apple mixers making me scrunch my face as he drops a lime twist and ice in it.

"That looks disgusting." I say making him roll his eyes. "Where did you say you learned this from?"

"I had it while I was in Mexico." He says, "It's called Magic Potion." He finishes while sliding the drink over to me. We both hesitantly took a drink from it and  I almost immediately spit it back up causing puddles of alcohol to fall on the granite countertop.

"That's so gross." I gag, pushing the cup away from me as I see Harry shrug.

"It's honestly not that bad. It leaves kind of a sweet and sour after taste."

"I don't think you made that right." I laugh.

"The drink I had in Mexico went something like this."

"Oh wow, sorry Mr. I Have A Net Worth Of Over 75 Million." I say making him scrunch his nose.

"Is it really that low?" He asks making me raise an eyebrow. "Just kidding." He jokes making me grab the lime out of my failed drink and chuck it at him making him laugh.

As our laughter calms down, we both share a look of amusement, his eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. I see him set down his glass and chuckle one last time before looking away.

"You made a mess on my counter." I speak. "I hope you're planning on cleaning it up."

"Of course, what kind of animal do you peg me for?" He jokes, turning around to get a rag. He was out of his stage outfit and was in some simple jeans and a white shirt where I was able to see his back muscles that were never really there when we were younger.

The shirt was kind of see through and I could see faint outlines of his tattoos. This was not normal for me. I used remember him peeing in the snow once when we were younger, talking about how he was able to spell his name using his urine.

So why is it that every time I see him I get a feeling in my stomach? I'm basically drooling over someone that grew up with me and was more like an older brother. Drooling? I take that back. It was mere admiration.

He evolves with intimidation each time I see him, maybe it was his growing charisma that got stronger as the years went by. It had to be the celebrity life. As far as I know, he's all the media talks about.

He's a man every woman wants to date, every woman wants to talk to, every woman wants the chance to even breathe the same air in the room as him. And here I was, sat in front of that very same man that makes heads turn when he walks into a room.

I didn't notice how close he was to me, cleaning the alcohol that was falling into my lap from the counter. I didn't notice how he grabbed my hand from the counter to take it out of the puddle, or how close he was for me to smell his manly yet sweet cologne.

That was until a ringlet tickled my forehead.

I was dumbfounded while staring at him, the back of my head pounding from our close proximity. I wanted to scream, I wanted to back up and I wanted to shut that part of my brain out. The thoughts alone of Harry and I made me gag when we were younger, so why is it different now?

He suddenly turns his face to me, a smile etched on his lips and I swear I could hear my heart beating at an irregular pace.

I'm just drunk, I'm just drunk.

But I knew I wasn't, I only had a shot of tequila and that nasty drink Harry made us.

Holy shit.

This is such a cliche nightmare I wanted to vomit. Harry is my best friend, not to mention he's more like a brother.

Ethan.

I also have a fiancée that I forgot about, apparently. "All done." Harry chirps and quickly moves away after seeming rather nervous and hesitant. "Um, I'm going to use your bathroom, I'll be right back." He says and quickly walks away.

I quickly let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and stand up from the chair, running a hand through my hair and walking back and forth.

"What the hell is wrong with me? You're about to get married, and that's your best friend right down the hall in the bathroom, probably plotting his escape through the bathroom window!" I silently scold myself. "Get your shit together."

"So." Harry says, wiping his wet hands on his jeans. "Want to just ditch the alcohol and drink some tea or something?" He asks making me nod.

"That sounds far better than your Magic Potion." I mock.