Harry ~age 17~
“Have I ever told you how hot your brother is?” I ask Lottie quietly as the two of us make our way to her room.
Lottie is a good friend of mine despite the small age difference between us two. We've been best friends ever since the band got together, so it’s not a shocker that we hang out often.
Today the boys were all coming over to Louis’ parents house for some sort of dinner thing for the band.
“Have I ever told you how gross that is?” She retorts.
“Oh come on, you call my brother hot all the time.”
“Correction, I call your brother cute not hot,” She informs.
"Same thing.” I shrug. “Besides, it’s true. Have you seen him shirtless?”
"Yes, he’s my brother; I’ve seen him naked,” She pauses for a moment, “But that was when I, like, two.”
“Lucky you,” You mutter, “How could you not want to push him up against a wall and—”
"Y/N, I hope you were planning on finishing that sentence appropriately.” I will turn around to see Harry standing in the doorway along with the rest of the band. A look of shock crosses my face seeing as they weren’t supposed to be home for hours.
I blush deeply, “Yeah, of course.”
