Harry Styles - short stories & one shots (mature)

Brother's best friend, part 1/2

I've always been close to my brother. He's like.. well.. a brother to me. I've told him everything. He helped me through my personal problems, and he always sets himself aside. I told him when I had my first kiss, and when I thought I accidentally was pregnant, he bought me a pregnancy test. I was so happy for my brother, he found the love of his life, she was 7 months pregnant with a beautiful little girl, and now they've got this gorgeous home. He had helped me through a heartbreak for the past two months, just like he always does. "You're too good for him," and "You deserve so much better!" was the sentences he used the most, while I cried in his arms.

But there was one thing I never told him, and I had absolutely no intention to do.. ever. He had this best friend - when we were younger, he would hang out at our house all the time. He was sweet, and he had always been there for my brother no matter what. I never paid any attention to him, he was just a boy who occasionally came to visit him. But when I hit puberty I started to look on boys around me.. a lot. And just to be clear, my brother's best friend definitely didn't get uglier over the years. He's got those beautiful green eyes that would bore into your soul, and when he thinks, he pinches his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer, and I've felt something tickle in my panties when he flashes his smile at me.

But he was my brother's best friend, and he was my friend.

*

"Callie! Thank you so much for coming!", my brother hugged me tightly while I tried my best not to get foundation on his white shirt.

"Of course! I really want to celebrate this with you guys", I said while moving to hug his fiancée, Kyle.

I handed them the bouquet of flowers and I walked behind them towards the living room

"Wow, this place is awesome", I said while looking around. Kyle really had good taste.

I said hello to all the other guests, most of them was my friends too. When I was done saying hello, I realized how problematic it was that I didn't brought a plus one. I looked around the half-crowded room, and I saw giggles, smiles, and stories being told with gestured hands. Everyone in here had brought along a plus one that they could cling themselves to.. but not me. I went to the drink table and downed a glass of champagne, before I took a new glass in my hand and decided I probably should wander around the living room so I could find someone to talk to. But unfortunately, I only took two steps, before my glass was empty once again.

Wow, they've got tiny glasses..

.. So I took a new one.. again

I tried my hardest to pull my light grey dress, with halter neck, a bit down. I had gained a few pound because of my heartbreak.. because of cheeseburgers. I had no idea until I stepped into this dress 5 minutes before leaving my apartment.

I was so busy with my dress and the champagne in my hand, that I missed a tiny doorstep that lead to the dining room..

My whole body collided with the floor and the glass of champagne slipped out of my hand. I heard a few people around me gasp..

Ugh, wish I'd hit my head so I could pass out and not being witness to the shame of standing back up..

I popped myself onto my elbows but was met with a pair of large hands around me upper body, that helped me sit straight up. My eyes froze on the broken glass beside me

What a waste of champagne..

"Are you ok?", a deep voice with British accent asked, and I took my eyes off the floor. I was met with warm green eyes that showed concern, and a tiny smile, tight as an attempt not to laugh. His cologne hit my nostrils, and I suddenly wanted to bury my face in his neck.