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  Harry’s drunk. Like. Really drunk.

He’s a pretty flexible drinker. He can enjoy a casual glass of wine with dinner, but He also won’t turn down a couple shots and some neat tequila.

What can we say? He knows how to party.

Which is exactly how we ended up in this current situation.

It’s Halloween night, and obviously that means there’s an insane costume party going on with only the most exclusive guest list. Luckily enough, the six of us gained quite the popularity over the years from the band, so we made the list. Along with Harry’s very not serious, very on-again-off-again, very stuck-up model girlfriend Kendall.

Yes. Jenner. Another reason why she made the list. Also another reason why she’s very stuck up.

But it’s not a huge deal, because we’re actually on fairly good terms as of late. They even have plans to go on a yacht weekend together with his family next month in Italy. So her tagging along tonight was really not a problem for him.

Except it was sort of a problem with me. At least, he think.

Obviously, Harry and I have grown very close over the years. Being in a band together and constantly on the road means you just naturally bond and form close friendships, even if that means it’s with someone of the opposite gender. The five of the guys have never viewed me in that light, no matter what the media speculates, and it’s really created zero problems.

But Kendall can be a little…jealous. A lot of her problems stem from her attitude and the way she speaks to me. I mean, she’s never really cared for how close Harry is with me, even though he’s reassured her over and over again that what we have is strictly platonic. Kendall just can’t hold her tongue when she’s around me, and it’s created many issues. But the past few weeks, it’s actually been fine! No rude comments, no side eyes.

Even tonight, when we both showed up in similar Angel costumes. She didn’t say a word!

…Okay, it might’ve been because she was so mad she became speechless, but that’s better than experiencing another meltdown.

Harry promised her it was simply an accident, he had zero idea that I was wearing a similar costume as hers, and that nothing would distract him from how gorgeous she looked.

Which brings us to his royal mistake.

He kissed the wrong angel.

The lights are low, the place is crowded, he’s had one two many shots, we’re both in the same damn costume, he didn’t even notice.

Not until now, when he finally pulled away and saw my wide eyes staring up at him, face still cradled in one of his hands while his other arm is holding me tight against his chest. *