The shoot’s been dragging on for hours. Harry and Cody are still in front of the camera, joking around and striking poses. You’re sat off to the side with your sketchbook, doodling to pass the time.

Ollie’s beside you, close enough that his knee brushes yours every so often. His arm rests behind you, hand settling lightly on your waist like he forgot to move it.

“You drawing me again?” he teases, leaning just a bit closer.

You roll your eyes, pretending to stay focused on the page — but his voice, his warmth, they make your hand hesitate for a second.

“You wish,” you mumble, though the corner of your mouth betrays a smile.

He laughs quietly, and his thumb moves just slightly against your side. But we are just friends...right?