Harry and you dated for two and a half years, but you broke up because you're a free-spirited girl... too free for a relationship with a jealous guy.

You knew he was jealous and you loved provoking him, but after every incident there was one argument or another. Harry couldn't take it anymore and left you.

Since he's still your brother's best friend, both he and your brother would look at each other.

Nowadays they haven't spoken or seen each other at all; practically he doesn't even bother to look at you, nor you at him. There's always an excuse in between to occupy themselves with something else.

There were rumors that he had started seeing girls, but nothing serious, and just like him, you've met guys too.

It's night, it's 11:30. Your brother is going out to party with Harry and his group of friends. The doorbell rings and you come out in your pajamas.

There's a long silence for a few seconds, both look into each other's eyes

"Hi... could you call your brother? We're late and we need to get going, we'll be waiting for him in the car."

He says, looking away and returning to the car, while his friends notice the tension and laugh among themselves.