Ever since, New York [h.s] AU

24 || NIGHTCLUB OR PENTHOUSE?

"I've got to tell you," I say as he leads me up some steps after the drive from the airport. He carefully holds his hands over my eyes, but not without asking if my eyebrows were "drawn in" because if they were, he didn't want to ruin my makeup to which I just rolled my eyes at. "This is very alarming."

"Why?" He laughs. "It's a surprise, I kind of have to cover your eyes for you to feel surprised."

"Harry, you didn't have to do anything." I whine. "Can I look now?" I was hearing thumping of muffled music.

"Hold on." He removes one hand away from my eyes but the other one is large enough to cover both. I hear the sound of a doorknob twisting and when the door is open, the music gets louder. "Alright, you can look now." He says, removing his hands.

As I opened my eyes, I was immediately met with flashing lights and a wall with a big aquarium so you were able to see through the other side that was filled with people, not just any people but by the looks of it, they looked like they've been on the cover of Vogue magazine at least once.

Harry puts his hand at the small of my back and leads me up the light up stairs, the rails were glass so before we even got to the top, you could see a whole other party with even more famous people.

"Is this a nightclub? Holy shit." I say, looking around the room that was reminiscent to a club by the loud music and colorful lights.

He chuckles. "Welcome to my lovely abode." He says, grabbing some drinks from a waiter going around with flutes of champagne.

"This is your house?" I say, unable to believe it. It looked more like a nightclub if I'm honest.

"Penthouse more like, it's not always like this." He shrugs. "I'm lying, it's almost always like this. But my room which is highly off limits and has a soundproof door, thankfully - has this amazing view of the whole city, so whenever I go to bed early, the city lights are the last thing I see and when I wake up, the sunrise is always the first thing I see." He smiles, his dimples showing. "So really, when I'm tired of partying I'll just go inside and forget about everything that's going on."

"Sounds fun." I mock making him roll his eyes. "So everyone just sort of breaks into your home and parties all night?"

"More like all week." He rolls his eyes and shrugs. "But yeah, I mean they're almost all friends from work or just acquaintances. But anyway," he lifts his glass. "I dedicate this party to you, for your amazing success, now onto greater things."

We're about to clink glasses before a pair of finely manicured hands cover Harry's eyes. One of his hands reaches to grab the hands before a very pretty slim brunette steps in front of him, getting in between Harry and I.

"Kendall," Harry breathes out and gazes to me in a quick glance before looking back to the woman who I could tell was none other than Kendall Jenner.

I would've been star struck if we weren't already in the room with many more celebrities, also the fact that she so rudely interrupted our toast.

"I missed you today." I hear her say making me turn away. The scene alone was making me sick to my stomach and upbrought feelings from the last few times Harry and I have seen each other.

Was this jealousy? Of course not. I was happily engaged, and once again - Harry and I are best friends.

So why the fuck does this bother me so much?

I quickly weave my way onto the dance floor, grabbing a shot glass from the waiter walking around with drinks and immediately drowning it - five or so shots later, and I thank god for the ability to hold my liquor so well, I only became more looser and less shy than I was when we got here.