You and Chris had been best friends for as long as you could remember, brought together by your music career and an instant connection.

Through him, you met his brothers—Nick and Matt—who quickly became your friends too. The four of you spent countless nights driving around, filming videos, and just existing in each other’s worlds. But Chris? He was different. He was everything you needed in a best friend—caring, funny, supportive. The kind of person who could make you laugh even on your worst days.

And he was beautiful. Painfully beautiful. The kind of beautiful that turned heads, that made people stop and stare. It seemed like everyone wanted him, and you? You were just his best friend. Nothing more. Nothing special.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Lately, though, something felt… different. The playful flirting between you and Chris had always been just that—playful. But tonight, as you all sat filming a video together, the jokes felt a little too real, the glances a little too long.

You caught yourself staring at him. His eyes—God, his eyes—were impossibly blue, the kind of blue that could swallow you whole if you let it. The kind of blue that made your heart race in a way it shouldn’t.

Chris turned slightly, catching you in the act. He tilted his head, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"What’s up?" he whispered, voice low enough that only you could hear.

And just like that, your heart was no longer yours to control.