A/N: Second part of the double update! Make sure you read Fifty-Five first! xx

Jessi

"Fred! Jamie! Can one of you come help me, please?" I'd gotten my bra strap all tangled up somehow and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't reach it and since the taxi would be here any second I didn't have time to take of my dress to try to fix it. 

"What's up, Peanut?" Fred slowly opened the bathroom door. I didn't even raise an eyebrow at his stupid nickname anymore. He'd only use it more if he thought it was annoying me.

"Could you help me, please?" I turned so my back was facing him. "My bra strap is all tangled and I can't reach it."

"Uhm. S - sure" He stuttered as his fingers brushed against the partially undone zipper on my dress.

"What? No short joke?" I gasped. "Are you feeling okay Fred?" I chuckled.

"'M fine. Can I move this a little more?" He said quietly as his fingers tugged on the zip. 

"Yeah, if you have to. Hurry up though, the strap is digging into me." I let out a satisfied hum as my bra strap suddenly lay comfortably against my skin and Fred zipped my dress all the way to the top. "Thanks." I looked in the mirror. I loved this dress, it made me feel like a million dollars. It was by Marc Jacobs and I knew I had to buy it the minute I saw it.

"Jess, can I talk to you about something?" The nervousness in his voice had me worried, he was always such a cocky shit.

"Of course you can, Fred." I smiled.

"You ready yet? The Taxi is here." Jamie yelled through the door.

"Later." Fred mumbled before pulling open the door.

"Yeah." I followed Fred out of the bathroom and grabbed my Ed Sheeran hoodie from the wardrobe before we headed out to find a taxi. We were off to see Ed's show tonight and to say I was excited was an understatement. I'd had his songs on repeat all day.

"You look hot, Jess." Jamie winked as he looked up from his phone.

"Thank you." I smiled, that might have been the nicest thing he'd ever said to me, him and Fred still teased me constantly. I was glad they were here though, I didn't know many of Ed's friends.

"Yeah if you weren't Harry's ex I might try to fuck you tonight." He chuckled, giving me a wink. Fred shot him a look.

"I knew you couldn't be nice for very long." I sighed.

"Is Harry coming tonight?" Fred climbed into the taxi and me and Jamie followed.

"I don't know Fred. I haven't heard from him for four days, just like you. I asked, but he didn't answer me." Jamie replied. Nobody had heard from Harry since dinner at Lori and Niall's. Even Ed didn't know if he would be there tonight.

"So who are you trying to impress tonight, Jess?" Jamie asked.

"Nobody." I replied, looking out the car window.

"Yeah, sure. What's with the dress then?" He questioned.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to look nice, is there?" I forced a smile. I didn't appreciate the interrogation.

"Whatever, we all know this is for Harry's benefit." Fred groaned.

"Fuck you, Fred!" I snapped even although he was kinda right. Harry might be there and I wanted to look good, especially since there was a good chance he'd bring Dallas. I hadn't met her yet, and I was feeling mildly intimidated at the thought of it.

"Nothing wrong with wanting to look amazing when you see your ex. Nothing worse than when you run into them looking like shit." Jamie smiled.

"Well, that's just how you look all the time Jamie!" Fred quipped which started them squabbling like toddlers. Leaving me to my thoughts, mainly about Harry, it would be a lot easier if he wasn't there but still I hoped with every fibre of my being that he would be, even if that meant he brought Dallas.

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"Sheerio!" Ed yelled when we eventually made it backstage.

"Ed!" I yelled back, hugging him tight.

"You look pretty." He whistled, spinning me around.

"Thanks, I brought my hoodie for the show." I held it up for him to see.

"Nice. You should come talk to Mickey, he's a photographer like you." He smiled, pulling me behind him. I hoped he wasn't trying to set me up, but I did need help to figure out what I wanted to do for a living, maybe this guy could help.

"Hi Mickey, this is Jessi. The girl I told you about." Ed smiled as we walked towards a guy who could only be described as an Adonis. He had piercing blue eyes and short dark brown hair, styled to perfection in a quiff. His lilac t-shirt strained against his well-defined muscles as he held out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." His other hand stroked the stubble on his face.

"Where's Minnie?" I smiled and I could see Ed shaking his head. Minnie and Mickey Mouse were all I could think about once Ed had told me his name.

"Wow! Ed you weren't joking. Her jokes are terrible." He chuckled. He had a strange throaty sounding laugh.

"My jokes are not terrible. OK, that one was lame but otherwise I'm hilarious." I laughed, smacking Ed's shoulder.

"I'm sure you are." Mickey smiled.

"She's not but I'm going to have to leave you guys. I have to go get ready." Ed excused himself and I got the feeling somebody was watching me. I looked around the room and smiled when I spotted Fred, I waved at him and then my heart started racing when I saw Harry. He wasn't looking this way but more importantly, he looked like he was here alone. No Dallas.

I turned back around and straightened out my dress. Stop it Jess, just stay away from him.

"Stop fidgeting, you look hot. By far the hottest girl in here." Mickey's voice suddenly pulled me from my thoughts.

"Uhm. Thanks. So Ed said you were a photographer?" I steered the conversation to work. His sudden compliment made me feel awkward.

"Yeah portraits mainly. Maybe I could take your photo sometime?" He smiled, and I glanced over my shoulder again. I froze as Harry's smouldering green eyes connected with mine. My breath caught in my throat and my heart felt like it stopped. I wished I was standing talking to him right now. I wiggled my fingers imagining them intertwined with his, our arms touching as we did so. I imagined the scent of his cologne as I'd rest my head against his chest. I saw his jaw clench, making his jawbone even more defined, but I knew it meant he was annoyed about something. I wanted to make him feel better; I wanted him to make me feel better. I just wanted us to be together, so badly it hurt. And then just like that his eyes were gone, I was left alone with my thoughts.

"Harry Styles fan, eh? I've photographed him before, and his bandmates." Fuck! Mickey, I'd forgotten he was here again.

"Me too." It was my favourite hobby. I had so many pictures of that angel with the green eyes I could wallpaper several buildings and then some.

"Really? What did you photograph them for?" He touched my arm. I pulled it away instinctively.

"It's a long story." I shrugged.

"Okay... you know who I photographed lately? President Obama." He grinned proudly.

"Seriously? That's cool. How did you get that job?" I asked but I couldn't make myself focus, all I could think about was Harry.

Harry

I saw her walk in with Fred and Jamie. I liked that they'd stayed friends with Jess, despite all their teasing they really were loyal friends. Of course, Iwasn't surprised Fred had stayed in touch with her. His feelings for her were obvious, at least to me. It seemed he was never very far from her side, lately. She looked stunning. I leaned against the wall, watching her talk to Ed. Her smile lighting up the room.

"Hey, we didn't know if you were coming? Where have you been hiding the past few days?" Jamie said. Him and Fred blocking my view.

"Just been at Dallas' apartment. Hanging out with her friends. Since none of my friends like her." I scoffed, trying to move subtly so Jess was back in my eye line. She laughed at something Ed said, and I could hear the joyful sound of her laugh in my head. I missed that.

"Could you be anymore obvious?" Fred tutted, looking over to where Jess was. I felt anger rising inside me as his eyes lingered on her for much too long.

"To be fair Dallas didn't exactly do herself any favours, did she? She was downright rude to Lori and went around calling Jess every name under the sun. And besides, you don't even really like her." Jamie laughed.

"Dee is alright." I sighed. She was rude to Lori, and I didn't like the way she spoke about Jess either but I could understand why she'd feel threatened by her.

"She isn't a patch on Jess though." Fred glanced over his shoulder at Jess again.

"Watch your mouth Fred." I warned.

"Are you warning me against insulting your girlfriend or complimenting your ex?" He smirked. He was really testing my patience.

"Is Dallas coming tonight?" Jamie interrupted.

"No, she's working." I replied. Besides, we'd had a massive fight before I came out. As soon as she found out Jess would be here, she flipped out. She tried to ban me from coming. Maybe I shouldn't have come? After all, I was supposed to be staying away from Jess. Fred muttered something I didn't hear, probably some sarcastic comment about Dallas' job. He was always doing that.

"Hey, hey! Calm down. Fred, what's your problem?" Jamie had finally had enough of our snapping.

"I know exactly what his problem is." I glanced over at Jess again. Ed had gone, but she was chatting to some other guy. Who the fuck was he? He looked like a model or something but he was vaguely familiar. Suddenly her chocolate brown eyes locked on mine. My heart started racing, and I clasped my hands behind my back as I fantasised about marching across the room and wrapping my arms around her, the scent of her perfume filling my lungs, her hair brushing against my cheek. Her small arms holding me tight, making my world whole again. Fuck, I was kidding myself if I thought I could give up on her.

"Well, does somebody want to tell me what's going on? I thought this would be a fun night out!" Jamie pulled me back to our conversation. He looked from me to Fred.

"Fred likes Jess." Fred stared at me as if I'd just pissed on his bonfire.

"Yeah, everyone likes Jess. She's awesome. Don't tell her I said that." Jamie laughed.

"Yeah but Fred likes her. Don't you Fred?" I stared right back at him.

"Fred?" Jamie said, looking at him.

"No, I don't like Jess - I -" His eyes flicked to Jamie who looked disappointed in him. "Like it matters." Fred glared at us.

"Stay away from her Fred." I snapped.

"Shut up, H. You know nothing." He scoffed.

"Come on, guys. H, Fred wouldn't make a move on Jess, she's your ex. Off limits." Jamie said.

"Tell me H. Why are you messing around with this Glamour model made mostly of plastic?" Fred snapped.

"She has two very obvious assets." Jamie laughed.

"Hmm... they are something." Fred laughed awkwardly with Jamie. I wasn't laughing. The reason I was with Dallas was because she was nothing like Jess, not in looks, not in personality, they liked different music, different movies, had very different ideas on fashion. If Jess was my ideal woman, then I'd ran about as far from that as I could get. And for small amounts of time, it kinda works, we have a laugh. But for the majority of the time we drive each other crazy.

"Can we stop talking about Dallas?" I asked.

"Talking about your girlfriend shouldn't bother you, H." Jamie said. I wouldn't call her my girlfriend, I thought to myself. I didn't really know how to describe me and Dallas. I knew I didn't love her, and she didn't feel that way about me either.

"Imagine if they met?" Fred said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Jess and Dallas." He replied. "Do you think they'd be friends?"

"I think they'd hate each other." Jamie answered.

"I think Jess would probably try to get along with her." I replied. Dallas would probably throw it back in her face though.

"I think it would kill her, she still loves you, man." Jamie patted my shoulder. I still loved her too. I couldn't take my eyes off her. That dress looked amazing on her, it hugged her body perfectly. She smiled at me and I felt my heart race.

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Jessi

I stood between Jamie and one of Ed's friends called David. I was having a good time. Ed was amazing. His voice sounded the best I'd ever heard it.

"He's watching you again." David chuckled. Apparently, Harry had been sneaking glances at me for most of the night. I quickly looked at him, he poked his tongue out at me and smirked. I looked back towards the stage. What the hell was that? Was he flirting? Was he making fun of me? Was it just some friendly 'banter'? I had no idea and why did he have to look so good? Black skinny jeans and a black shirt, one of my favourite Harry outfits.

I cheered and jumped up and down as Ed started Sing, this was one of my favourites. I started to sing and dance along. By the time the chorus kicked in I was dancing and singing like a crazy person. I shooed Jamie away for interrupting me to tell me he'd be back soon. I waved my arms in the air and then David nudged me and nodded in the direction Jamie had just left and I paused as I realised Fred had left too, leaving nothing but two empty chairs between me and Harry.

"Can I?" He mouthed, pointing to the seat Jamie had been sitting in. I shrugged, trying to ignore the fact that my heart had thumped at the thought of it. Before I could even register that he'd moved he was stood right beside me, his lips grazing my ear as he yelled, "Are you having a good time?" over the noise. I nodded and smiled, my words sticking in my throat. My palms were sweating and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get my heart to slow down.

"You look so pretty. I'm still not used to this though." He ran his fingers through my hair.

"Same." I smiled, glancing at his hair. I knew my cheeks were red from the heat in here and I gasped as Harry ran his thumbs over them.

"I - Jess, I..." His voice trailed off, and he moved back to his seat, leaving me standing with my heart racing, wondering what the hell he was going to say. I had to know. I moved towards him but was stopped in my tracks as Fred and Jamie were heading back to their seats.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Fred yelled, pushing me back towards my seat, apparently him and Jamie were switching.

"Nowhere." I yelled back, trying to make eye contact with Harry but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were glued to an empty part of the stage as if it was the most interesting thing he'd seen in his life.

"You having fun?" Fred yelled, draping his arm over my shoulder and pulling me into some mixture of a hug and a head lock.

"Yeah!" I yelled, trying to turn my attention back to Ed but what Harry was going to say stuck in my mind.

I'd never been to a show where there was just one person on the stage before, just Ed and his guitar. It felt weirdly intimate even although there were thousands of people in the room. He looked vulnerable and yet more comfortable than I think I've ever seen him.

"Jess, I have to tell you something." Fred yelled in my ear.

"I remember. Later though. Can't hear a thing." I yelled in his ear.

"So I'd like to dedicate this next song to a friend of mine." Ed started to say, and I looked round, trying to see which of his friends he was talking about, "her name is Jessi and this is her favourite song!" my head snapped back to the stage and I saw Ed smiling at me. I smiled and blew him a kiss to say thank you. Lori would freak when I told her about this. Ed Sheeran just mentioned me on stage. Fred swayed along with me as he started playing Photograph.

I was singing so loud; I loved this song so much. I was trying to forget about Harry but it was proving impossible.

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I was waiting with David for a car to take us to the bar Ed had more or less rented for the night. Fred and Jamie had already left with Harry and I still hadn't talked to either him or Fred. I wondered what Fred had to tell me so urgently.

"Hey guys, do you mind if I tag along with you?" I heard a voice behind me, I turned around to see that it was Mickey.

"Sure." David and I said at the same time.

"So did you have a good time Jess?" Mickey smiled, his arm brushing mine as he stood beside me.

"Yeah. Ed was amazing. I'm so hot from dancing and singing so much." I fanned my face with my hand, it didn't really help cool me down though, I'd already removed my hoodie. It was now being cradled between my arms.

"I noticed you dancing, you looked good." He smirked, his compliment took me by surprise.

"Oh. Uhm... thanks."

"Do you know what else I noticed?" He gently nudged my side.

"What?" I looked at David for help.

"Harry Styles has a massive crush on you." Mickey chuckled.

"No shit! He's her ex." David laughed before I even processed a response.

"What?" Mickey gasped, loudly. "You dated Harry Styles?"

"How can you not know that?" David smirked.

"Why would I know that? I'm not a One Direction fan and I don't keep up with all that celebrity news bullshit." I was glad I was being left out of this conversation, I climbed into the car as it pulled up. Mickey and David following behind me.

"Wait until you hear his new music, it's sick." David caught my interest, I had no idea Harry was recording new music. I suppose there was no reason I should, but it still felt weird I didn't know, it kinda hurt. I couldn't help but feel like we were drifting further and further apart. I felt myself panic. I opened the car window and pulled out my phone and texted the word help to Lori and Z, praying one of them would answer me.

"So what happened with you and the Harry Styles?" Mickey asked. I was too wrapped up in trying not to outwardly freak out that all I could manage was a shrug.

"Did he cheat?" Mickey glared at me with a sympathetic look. I shook my head and jumped as I felt my phone vibrate. I almost dropped it as I rushed to see who it was. It was Lori and my heart calmed as I saw the preview of her message. I opened it quickly.

"I'm here. Like, literally waiting in the bar for you. Hurry up and it'll be okay x"

I practically jumped out the car as soon as we arrived. I didn't even care that Mickey was yelling after me. I yelled my name at the bouncer as I hurried inside. My eyes scanned the room, pausing on Harry for a moment, he looked... empty is the best way I could describe it. He was physically there, but it was like his spirit was somewhere else. I forced myself to look away just as I felt arms pull me into a hug.

"Finally. Now what's up?" Lori yelled.

"I can't believe you're here. Where's Niall?" I hugged her tighter. They'd been back in LA the past few days and I'd missed her so much.

"Working. Anyway, I thought we could do with some girl time so when Ed invited me I thought I'd surprise you." She smiled as we separated.

"Drink?" I smiled.

"Definitely. And then you can tell me what happened?" She walked towards the bar and I followed behind her. She sat on a barstool and I climbed into the one next to her. We ordered our drinks and then she just glared at me, that look that said spill everything you know.

"So... uhm. Harry... and I," I paused, "we don't have to do this. You must be sick of hearing all about my problems with Harry by now. Let's just forget it and have a good time." I smiled as I paid for our drinks.

"We can and we will have a fabulous evening but first tell me what happened or you'll be worrying over it all night, and then I'll be worrying about you worrying, and that's far too much fucking worrying." She giggled, and I did too.

I took a sip of my drink and told her everything that happened and when I was finished she glanced over at Harry.

"That little fucker, what was he going to say?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"I know, right?" I looked at him too. He was laughing, but he still looked like he wasn't really there.

"And Jess, if you don't want to drift apart then you have to put in the effort. You can't just not speak to him because it hurts and then expect to know what's going on in his life." She stroked my arm, it was soothing. "So?"

"So what?"

"Go. Find out what he was going to say and then talk to him, tell him you want to be friends. Better yet tell him you want him back, get married, have tonnes of babies and live happily ever after." She smiled. "Yeah, yeah. I know. The paps. Just leave me to my fantasy, okay?"

"What about you? I don't want to leave you on your own." My heart was racing again. And I didn't know if it was just because I missed him or if time had dulled my memories of the paps but for a moment I wondered about asking him to forgive me, to take me back.

"I'll be fine. I'll go talk to Ed. You okay?" I nodded and carefully climbed off the barstool. I found Harry amongst the crowd and took a deep breath. You can do this Jess. "Good Luck!" Lori yelled after me as I made my way through the sea of people. The closer I got to Harry the louder my heart was beating. What was I even going to say to him? But I didn't have much time to worry as he scarpered off as soon as I reached him. Seriously Harold? I rolled my eyes and watched as he made his way to the toilets. I sighed and made my way there. I stood with my back against the wall, waiting for him to come out. He couldn't stay in there all night. I was the only person in the hallway where the toilets were situated, not surprising I suppose but I was enjoying the quiet.

My head snapped up as I heard the door but it wasn't Harry. The guy gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I was hanging around outside the toilets like a weirdo. It felt like forever before I heard the door again and as soon as I saw it was Harry; I stretched my arms out as wide as they would go, trying to block his way by me.

Harry

I walked out of the toilet and I couldn't help but feel amused as I saw Jess trying to block my way.

"Are you following me?" I grinned, taking in her outstretched arms, she looked ridiculous, but it was cute that she thought she could stop me.

"Are you running away from me?" She countered.

"Is this supposed to stop me?" I gestured towards her and placed my hand on my hip. I smirked as her eyes drifted towards and stayed glued on my bicep. I'll admit I was enjoying having her check me out. I placed my finger on her chin and she gasped as I tilted her head up to look at me. I felt even more pleased with myself when I saw her blushing.

"Do you want to touch it?" I cockily flexed my bicep in front of her.

"Not half as much as you want me to." I loved it when she got sassy.

"Touché. So what's up?" I suddenly remembered Lori saying she needed her, earlier. I wondered what was wrong.

"I - uhm... I - what were you going to say? At the show?" She was biting her lip, making me want to plant my lips on hers.

"It doesn't matter." I tried to force a smile but she could probably tell. She always knew when my smile was a fake. So far as I knew she was the only one. "So are you having a good time?"

"Please, Harry? What were you going to say? And honestly no, I'm not having a good time, the show was amazing but - I don't know - I hate this. I hate what we've become. I feel like I'm losing you all over again and I can't deal with that." I don't know what came over me but I picked her up and hugged her tight. And my heart lifted as she hugged me back, her head resting on my shoulder. Oh, fuck it! I should just say what I wanted to say.

I look at you and my heart pounds. Before you, I don't think it beat at all.

There's never going to be someone else. You've wrecked me. I wouldn't be any good to anybody now. Only you. I love you, and I will continue to love you until I die, and if there's life after death, I'll love you then.

"Jessi - I - honestly." I paused as my phone started ringing. Fuck! I needed to take this, I was waiting on a call from Jeffrey. "I'm so sorry, do you mind if I answer this? I'm waiting on a pretty important call." I gently put her down. I quickly answered it as she nodded that I could but as I answered I realised I hadn't bothered to check which phone was ringing.

"Where are you?" Dallas' voice rang in my ear, making me turn away from Jess.

Jessi

"Dee, I don't have time for this" He growled, and I sighed. I started to back away from him, I shouldn't be here. He had a girlfriend, I shouldn't be enjoying being held by him. I shouldn't be fantasising about his naked body. I shouldn't want him to kiss me but I did want all those things and more. He was talking into the phone pretty animatedly now and I took a deep breath and turned around and headed back to find Lori.

"Hey! How did it go?" Her smile faded as she looked at me.

"Dallas called before I could properly talk to him but I think it's for the best." I climbed back onto the barstool.

"Jessi... come on. Get back there and talk to him." She ordered us another drink.

"I don't know. I have no right to ask him for anything, Lor." I took a huge gulp of my drink.

"For fuck's sake Jess! He loves you, you can ask him whatever you want." She smirked at me.

"Whatever. He has Dallas." I drank more.

"He doesn't love her. Plus, she's a bitch. You should see how she treats Harry." Lori sighed.

"Anyway, enough about Harry and Dallas. Let's get drunk and dance." I smiled, ordering more drinks. It was nice having Lori to myself. I love Niall but he doesn't half hog my best friend.

"Fine. But only if you agree to speak to Harry later." She wagged her finger at me.

"Deal." I said clinking our glasses together.

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Harry

"Dee, I don't have time for this." I groaned.

"The concert finished an hour ago. Where are you?" She persisted.

"At a party. Ed rented out a bar, everyone's here." I sighed.

"Everyone? Is she there?" She spat.

"There are quite a few members of the female population here, Dee. Why don't you be more specific?" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't push it, Harold. Is she there? Little Miss Perfect!" She sounded furious.

"Oh yeah. She's here with Mr Happy, Mr Bump and Mr Tickle!" I chuckled.

"Harry, why do you do this to me?" I felt bad as I heard her sob but then I steeled myself, she often did this to get what she wanted from me because she knew I'd feel bad for making her cry.

"Listen Dee, I'm sorry. I really am but let's be honest, this isn't working. We're not right for each other. I'll come round tomorrow and pick up my things. I'm sorry, yeah?" I sighed.

"Harry, don't -"

"Bye Dee." I cut her off and spun around, a frown spread over my face when I saw that Jess had gone. I made my way through the crowd to find her. I sighed as her and Lori weren't in the barstools they'd been sitting in earlier. I scanned the room and my heart stopped as I spotted her dancing, with Lori and Mr fucking Perfect Blue Eyes from earlier. Seriously! Who the fuck was this guy?

I watched as he snaked his arm around Jessi's waist before lowering his hand to grab her hip. I felt my blood boil as he brushed her hair out of her face with his other hand. I hadn't realised I'd been holding my breath until I saw Jess remove his hand from her body and I began gasping for air.

"Hazza, there you are?" I recognised Ed's voice as he pulled me into a hug. "You okay?"

"Who is that?" I said pointing to Blue Eyes.

"Oh, that's Mickey. He's a photographer. I thought he could help J work out what to do for work but he seems to have a little crush on her." Ed furrowed his eyebrows as he watched them.

"Oh thanks, mate! So you found the girl I love a perfect match for her. Some friend you are." I scoffed.

"Oh calm down, you're her perfect match. Besides Dave told me she's not interested. The three of them shared a car over here." Ed smiled.

"Seriously? I mean look at him, he looks like a model and he's a photographer." I couldn't believe she wasn't at least a tiny bit interested.

"I know, right? Dick drinks beer and still looks like that. Life isn't fair." Ed laughed.

"Hmm... and Jess isn't interested?" Not that I wasn't glad, I was just surprised.

"No, she prefers her men taller, with green eyes, curly hair and slightly less buff, now only slightly since he's been working out playing soldiers." Ed teased.

"Shut up!" I groaned.

"Come on, let's get you a drink!" He dragged me to the bar. I didn't want a drink, I needed to keep a clear head if I wanted to continue my conversation with Jess because I didn't want to lose her either, I needed her in my life. Maybe just half a shot of Tequila to calm my nerves?