“Holy shit-” I sputter, nearly choking on my drink when I see you.

You walked into the restaurant dressed in a tiny black dress accompanied by a bit of confidence to each sway of your hips as you took every step. Some at first glance might think you exude the confident look on your face, but I know better. I know what the flicker in your eyes means, uncertainty. You could put on this act all night, for the rest of your life even - but I still knew you. You might’ve grown into this gorgeous sight, yet I was still your brother’s best friend - I had seen you through all your phases, and that alone pulls me in more.

When we were growing up you weren’t necessarily ugly. Just had that awkward phase of your life that most people have. Braces, frizzy hair, awkwardness. The works. But now? Fucking hell. You had legs for days although you were quite short, a natural shine to your hair, perfect teeth. God, you could smash my face in and I’d thank you.

I try to keep my thoughts PG as I see you walk closer to your brother and I, focusing on not letting my eyes wander down to where your cleavage is peeking out.

“Harry,” Your brother claps me on the shoulder “You remember my little sister, right?”

Jack re-introduces us as if he forgot we grew up together. I haven’t seen you for about a year and a half ever since you went to uni, and now I keep thinking to myself - when the hell did you get hot?