'Harry, wake up' I whisper. No response. 'Harry, wake up' I say, louder this time. Still no response. 'Harry, wake up! I practically shout, shaking him gently as I do so.

'Mmmmm. Sleep' Harry mumbles as he pulls the duvet over his face. 'Tired.'

'I don't care if you are tired, I have food.' I genuinely don't think I have ever seen anyone go from 'fuck off and let me sleep' to sitting up ready for food in a matter of about two seconds. 'Thought that would get your attention.

I climb back into bed next to Harry, unpacking the bag of food onto the bed.

***

I wake the next morning in my own bed, wrapped in my duvet like a burrito. I had the most amazing few days with Harry, but I have yet to say anything to him about how I feel. Nothing happened between the two of us, we just hung out.

I have a quick shower, get myself dressed and make myself a quick breakfast. I can hear Alex and George filming, so they clearly haven't slept yet. No way they would be up this early.

I head to the office and spend my day sorting orders, replying to emails and catching up on anything that I had missed. Just as I was heading out of the office door my phone pinged with a text.

Be at Cargo for 9pm. Night out, no chance you are getting out of it! C x

Thank you for the choice. I will be there x

Good! Prepare to get slaughtered missy! C x

***

Tugging my dress down at the back I make my way into the club, looking around for the boys. I see them tucked in a corner, so I grab myself a drink at the bar before joining them.

'I wouldn't bother with the pussy drinks missy, shots is all we are interested in' Freezy shouts in my ear as soon I reach them. He grabs a couple of shot glasses and bottle of vodka from the table, skilfully filling them before passing one to me.

'3..2..1..down!' Freezy yells. I throw the drink down my neck, feeling the vodka burn its way down. I barely slam the glass down on the table before another is thrust into my hand. Okay, I see how tonight is going!

'Jessica!' Suddenly Harry appears, slurring in my ear. I don't think I have ever seen Harry on a night out sober. Even at the start of the night! He pulls me in for a hug, nestling his face in the crook of my neck. 'Mmmm, you smell amazing' Harry murmurs against my skin. We pull away, barely letting go of each other before Freezy and Lux and slipping shot glasses into our hands.

Barely an hour passes before we reach the point that Freezy is lining up shot glasses all the way along either side of the table. 'First to finish or last one standing wins' he explains as he fills them with vodka. We must have gone through two bottles already between the six of us. Me, Harry, Freezy, Lux, JJ and Simon. 'Jess and Harry are up first!'

We both position ourselves either side of the table. I am not one to lose a challenge, certainly not when it comes to alcohol. There are ten shots lined up for each of us. I know Harry will finish all ten, so it will come down to timing.

'3..2..1.. GO!' Freezy shouts as I make a grab for my first. I throw it down my neck, slamming the glass on the table as I grab the next. I pay no attention to Harry and how he is doing, I just concentrating on getting the burning liquid down and moving to the next.

I slam my final glass on the table, throwing my arms in the air in celebration just as Harry does the same. No way did I just down ten shots in a matter of seconds just for it to be a draw! Fuck sake.