“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel” I smiled, waving to the camera in front of me.

Today I was filming a Boyfriend VS Best friend with my boyfriend, Cal and my brother from another mother, Harry.

“So, today I’m doing a boyfriend VS brother with my Cal, my boyfriend who you might also know as Freezy” I said, pointing to Cal.

“Hey guys” He nodded, watching as I turned to my brother.

“And, Harry who you might also know as wroetoshaw” I introduced, watching as he introduced himself.

“Hello” He waved at the camera, smiling.

“If you guys don’t know what this is, I ask these two questions and whoever answers first gets a point, and whoever has the most points gets to keep me in their life.” I joked, grabbing my phone to read some questions.

“Don’t put this pressure on them” Josh laughed from behind the camera.

“This is my get away” Cal laughed, falling slightly as I playfully shoved him.

“Shut up” I smiled, waiting for him to get back up before speaking again.

“Instead of just making up my own questions, I decided to ask you guys on twitter for some to throw in” I explained, clicking on my notes to start with the ones I had made up and holding up a bell for the two of them to press.

“If one of you injure me, I’m leaving” I laughed, reading the first question and placing my phone back onto the table in front of us.

“First question,” I said, watching as Josh started doing a drumroll.

“Have I ever snuck out of my house?” I asked.

Immediately, Harry hit the bell.

“I haven’t known you as long as him!” Cal groaned, leaning back.

“She mentioned this the other day” Harry laughed.

“You have, loads. You broke your hand because you slipped climbing out of you window” Harry yelled, repeatedly tapping the bell.

“That’s right!” I laughed, coming up with another question.

“Okay, next question: How long is my longest relationship?” I asked, laughing as Cal jumped up and hit the bell.

“1 year and 7 months. Us two” He cheered as I clapped.

“I’m surprised you knew that” Harry smirked, laughing as I shook my head.

“What website do I visit the most?” I asked, looking between the two as the paused.

“Website or app?” Cal asked, seemingly deep in thought.

“Any, they’re technically the same”

Harry leapt forwards, milliseconds before Cal, hitting the bell.

“Twitter!” He said, as I nodded.

“That’s not fair. I knew that” Cal said, pushing Harry when he began to ruffle his hair.

“Calm down, boys” I laughed, pushing Harry back into his seat.

“Come on, next question. I’ve got this” Cal said, taking in a deep breath.

“How old was I when I had my first kiss?”

Harry grabbed the bell from my hand, smashing the button.

“16! I remember you telling me when it happened!” He said, to which I nodded.

“I didn’t even meet you till you were 17, nearly 18, this is unfair” Cal groaned, making me laugh.

“Okay, okay here. What is my current Facebook profile picture?” I asked, waiting for an answer.

“Oh wait, I know this!” Cal yelled, hitting the bell.

“It’s us, we’re in my bed and you’re wearing my shirt and laid against me and I’m leaning on your shoulder” He said, looking over at Harry and me.

“How do you remember that much?” Harry asked, shaking his head.

“Because it’s my lock screen” Cal said, winking at the camera as he grabbed his phone and showed us and the camera his lock screen.

“How sweet” Harry smirked sarcastically.

“Shut up” I laughed, shoving him.

“Since these are apparently too hard for that idiot, I’ll go to twitter” I said, grabbing my phone and scrolling through tweets before randomly picking one.

“Okay, both of you should know this.” I said, watching the two turn to face the bell.

“How many people have I slept with?”

I waited for an answer for a minute, before Cal hesitantly pressed the bell.

“Three?” He asked, watching me.

“Nope. Harry?” I said, turning to Harry was looked lost.

“Five?” He guessed, making me laugh.

“Nope, Cal?” I asked, turning back to my boyfriend.

“Six?”

“Damnit, how do you guys not know this. It’s obvious if you think about it” I said, looking over at Josh who was silently laughing, obviously knowing.

“Josh?” I called, standing up and dragging him into frame.

“You two are useless” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“How do you know?” Harry asked, looking at Josh who was still laughing.

“She lost her virginity at 18, she’s now 20. Figure it out” He laughed, looking towards me.

“That doesn’t help!” Harry groaned, throwing his head back, Cal still silent.

“You two are honestly so stupid” I laughed, gently hitting the two on the chest.

“Think, who did she lose her virginity too?” Josh hinted, smiling.

“I don’t know, who?” Harry asked, staring at Josh.

“Well, he’s in this room and it’s not me and I’m like 99% sure it’s not you” Josh said, standing up and heading back to the camera as Cal quickly hit the bell.

“One!” He half-yelled, making me laugh.

“Well done” I laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

“How was I meant to know that?” Harry groaned, getting ready for the next question.

“Common sense, Harold. Even Josh knew” I laughed, pointing at Josh.

“Come here” Cal smiled, pulling me into his arms.

“PDA guys, really? Get a room” Harry groaned again, making Josh, Cal and I laugh.

“We have one actually” Cal smirked, chuckling as I hit him.

“Come on, come on” I smiled, coming up with another question.

“Here, you’ll both need these” I said, grabbing two pens, and two pieces of paper and handing them to the boys.

“What is, my mobile number?” I asked, watching as the two boys looked lost.

A few minutes later, they were done.

“I just completely guessed” Harry sighed, handing me his paper.

“You’ve been calling me for over five years!” I laughed, looking at the numbers.

“I just click bitch in my contacts” He smirked, laughing as I faked offense.

“You got like 5, well done” I chuckled, handing him the paper with my full number written down.

“How are you feeling about this one, Cal?” I asked, taking the paper from his hands and looking at the numbers.

“Confident” He said, rubbing his hands together dramatically.

“Well, you got four right” I laughed, handing him back the paper.

Grabbing my phone, I opened twitter up and tapped a random question,

“What are my- Oh my god” I groaned, finishing reading the question I had tapped.

“What, what is it?” Harry asked, jumping up and grabbing my phone.

“Oh, oh, oh. I bet Freezy here can answer this” Harry smirked, my cheeks burning bright read.

“What are little Y/N here’s, kinks?” He continued, my cheeks a bright red.

“Well, you see” Cal began.

“Shut up!” I laughed, hitting him, making him stop.

“Okay, okay” He laughed, while I grabbed my phone back from Harry.

“I think that’s a good place to finish this” I said, sitting back between the two boys and facing the camera.

“Wait a minute, who won? Don’t leave us hanging” Cal interrupted.

“Harry did, by one” Josh called out from behind the camera.

“That’s it!” Harry cheered, jumping up onto his feet, celebrating.

“Sorry, Freezy. She’s mine now” Harry yelled, pushing Cal.

“Never” Cal smirked, tackling Harry to the floor, the two of them pretending to fight.

“Well, I should probably break these two up.” I laughed, continuing with my outro.

“If you liked this video, be sure to give it a thumbs up and I might do another one sometime. Thanks for watching and I’ll see you next week” I laughed, smiling as Josh nodded, turning off the camera.

“Come here, you idiots” I laughed, jumping onto Harry and Cal who were still on the floor.

“No way you’re getting rid of me that easy” Cal laughed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his chest.

“Hey, don’t steal my best friend, Caltripod” Harry laughed, pulling me away from Cal.

“Too late” Cal chuckled, pulling me back into him.

“I’m not an object, guys” I smiled, pulling them both into a group hug.

“I love you guys” I smiled, squeezing them both.

“Of course, you do” Harry smirked, pulling back as I whacked him on the shoulder.

WEDDINGS WERE THINGS THAT the majority of the Sidemen never got to go to. Their work schedules were just too demanding, you see, and finding the time for weddings, or festivals, or even funerals was hard.

Like lightning, they were hit by a stroke of luck. Not only did just one of the Sidemen find a time slot for the wedding, but all seven did. The reason for this was it wasn’t just anyone getting married…it was Josh.

That’s right: after six years in total of being together, Freya and Josh were finally bonding themselves together…legally, anyway. There was no way any of them would ever miss a moment as phenomenal as this.

The wedding was set on the date of their anniversary, which approached quicker than presumed. You, a close friend of Freya, and Simon, your boyfriend and exceptionally close friend to Josh, were running just a tad late, thanks to the unGodly amount of time you spent wounding long locks of hair around curlers that took an era to heat up.

As aforementioned, your freshly-washed locks were shiny, smoothed and curled into loose ringlets, with a face painted articulately in make-up. A dark beige waistcoat was wrapped over your white blouse, tucked into an incomprehensibly fluffy, layered skirt that almost protruded as a ninety-degree angle. It was white, just like your shirt, but patterned with lilac flowers over the design. On your feet were three-inched white heels, and a fake leather black belt curved around your princess-like waist. In fact, in Simon’s eyes, your wistful glances, willowy appearance and compassionate smiled, accompanied by this fantastically adorable getup, made you emit an engrossingly peculiar, silvery aura, leaving the room strangely airless.

Your boyfriend, however, wore a standard tuxedo that pretty much every man, boy or masculine-identifying person was clad in: pitch black, straight-legged trousers, matching jackets and those weird shoes they always seemed to wear. Those pointy ones. You get it, right? He decided to wear a tie, coloured lilac (a wildly inappropriate choice considering his contrastingly black tux) to compliment the patterns on your skirt. His dirty blonde hair was slicked into a quiff as per usual, and he wore his signature crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat with every quick glance at it.

Your own petite hand cupped his as he led you out of the Uber, witnessing the broad, soldier-like Church standing before you. It was coloured a mahogany brown, with strong, wooden walls and a Christian’s cross on the front of the door. While neither Josh nor Freya were religious, they decided to have their wedding in a Church nevertheless. Just for the appeal, you know? The grass was freshly cut, its unique aroma overwhelming the senses, as you resisted the urge to pluck a cluster of the numerous daisies growing abundantly in the field. Your inner child squeaked.

As the gentle breeze raked your skirt against smooth legs, Simon led you by the hand to the double-doors of the Church. He almost succumbed to the awkward, anxious knot residing in his stomach, but when he opened them to reveal a half-full constellation of benches, he sighed from relief. You weren’t as late as assumed.

Tobi stood, in a black tuxedo almost exactly the same as Simon’s (except with a classy bowtie), at the very top end of the alter. He was shoved off to the right – Josh’s side – with his hands clamped together. A grin danced on his lips, confident and suave, and in that moment you realised nobody would be more fitting for the position as best man, than Tobi.

Ethan, dressed in a white tux (a change!), was nattering on to Vik, clad in another black tux, and then suddenly erupted into an erratic fit of laughter; a laugh so unique you could identify it as Ethan from a mile away. From the corner of his eye, Vik noticed Simon and yourself, and gave a nervous wave, to which you whole-heartedly returned.

JJ was seen fiddling with his cuff links (though judging by his frustrated expression, he was struggling with it, rather than fiddling). However, Harry quickly approached and began to help him, tapping the heel of his shoe against the tiled ground. Tap tap tap!

You grinned broadly as an influx of people you assumed were Josh’s and Freya’s family arrived. One half of you was overwhelmed by the amount of sophistication withheld in this wedding: everyone was anxious, cheerful and excited, and you assumed Josh and Freya felt exactly the same. The second half of you felt envious. If only one day someone could love you with so much compassion that they’d want to commit themselves to the rest of their life with you. You eyes drifted to your boyfriend of four years, but the blood rushed to your cheeks.

The two of you sat down on the front row, squished into the corner of the bench as the rest of the Sidemen, minus Tobi (who was acting as best man at the alter), huddled on. Every guest ended up arriving and seating themselves, and then Josh walked in.

He wore a traditional black tuxedo with a matching tie and white stitching. His large hand was tugging the buttons together, as he smiled anxiously beneath his freshly trimmed beard. His trousers were charcoal-coloured, straight legged and matched with the same pointy shoes that most men seemed to wear. A red rose was peering out from the pocket of his blazer as he approached the Vicar and Tobi, who offered him a compassionate pat on the back. His eyes welled with pride.

Everyone’s skeletons jumped from their skin as someone began to play soothingly on an organ. As if on cue, the domineering double doors opened to reveal Freya, with her arm tucked around her Father’s. She looked stunning. Her  blonde locks were tied neatly into a bun hoisted with a diamond-encrusted band. Her makeup was done lightly, and her dress tickled the ground: it was a pure white, cut across her chest and elasticated in the middle, with a bouquet of red roses tucked between her hands.

Her father kissed her cheek, released her and she cautiously approached Josh, who’s smile was broadening as every second passed. As soon as she began to hold a free hand with Josh, the Vicar began the ceremony.

His words dragged, and elongated, but your ears pricked when you heard the words “I do”, and then suddenly, “you may kiss the bride.”

That’s exactly what Josh did. With brute force he tucked Freya’s waist and pulled her to him, immediately locking lips with such impurity that you wouldn’t want to think of what sort of things they’d be getting up to later tonight.

The crowd erupted into claps, cheers and laughter as Josh scooped her into a bridal carry, and whisked her away through the double doors. An influx of guests chased after them in a hot pursuit.

A few hours of sweaty dancing, chaste kisses and romantic experiences came and went in the blink of an eye. Before you knew it, you and Simon were stumbling through your hotel door, attached at the lips with his hands tightly tucked around your waist.