Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. I just write for fun.

Chapter One

She had noticed his absence the moment he got out of bed. He was trying his best to not make any noise as he got ready and moved around the room but it was to no avail, she was a light sleeper and he knew that.

As much as she wanted to open her eyes, she knew it would be best not to. "Stay," she told him as she felt him take a seat at the foot of the bed.

"I can't," he said. She had expected that answer but she had hoped maybe he would be able to just say yes." I have to get to the recording studio for my session, I can't flake on that. For you I'm tempted but I can't."

She sighed, frustrated by his response. "I wanted to make you breakfast," Which was true. She had planned to make him breakfast before he left. "I had failed to realize you had to leave so early."

"They booked the studio time early for me," he told her.

She slowly opened her eyes, not wanting the light to bother her eyes. "It's French Toast though, you love French Toast," she sat up in bed, hoping that he would give into her temptation.

"Trying to bribe me to stay would work on a normal day but not today," he said as he got up from the bed. "Tempting offer but no. Paid studio time is valuable."

That much she knew very well, she was also a very successful recording artist herself. "I know," she muttered. "But you just got back yesterday and you have to work already, that's no fair."

But she wanted to spend more time with him. Both of their work schedules were always crazy busy and they barely got time to spend together so any time she could milk, she wanted to milk it to the last drop. She had just arrived yesterday from New York and he had just arrived from Paris a few hours after her.

A rare occurrence was for the both of them to be in the same city, well that's what it seemed the past few months. She had just finished her thirty-five city tour and he had been with her for a bit of the beginning of the tour but he had to do his own thing as well.

He had gone overseas to do his own European tour and to promote his already number one selling album out there. So to be home at the same time was a blessing. She had missed her best friend a lot. But of course they were both jet lagged so they basically talked through out the night in-between random naps, she loved it though.

She threw the duvet off her, determined to make him his breakfast. "No," his stern voice stopped her. "Stay in bed and sleep."

All she wanted was to make him some breakfast before he spent his day at the studio. "But-" she started to explain but was he cut her off. "No buts Tori. I need to go, I'm already late. Recording session starts in twenty-five minutes and your house is at least thirty minutes away from the studio. I need to go now and hope there isn't too much traffic."

"Ha, its LA there is always traffic," And she was right there was always traffic in this city especially when you are trying to get somewhere and you don't have enough time left.

"Thanks for that, you just jinxed it," he said and she giggled. "I really have to go. I'll text you later," he added, as if he knew she was going to say something else.

"Wait," she called after him as he moved towards the door. "That's your goodbye to me? Incredible night hanging out and you just leave like nothing."

He groaned, which hurt a bit. Apparently she had failed to realize how much of a bother she was being. "Tori, really?" He turned to leave, which in turn she let out a soft audible gasp. Truly she was shocked that he could leave just like that.

"Just kidding," he turned back around and her frown turned into an instant smile. "Silly girl," he said as he placed a kiss on her cheek. "Now sleep," he playfully commanded as he grabbed hold of the duvet and covered her with it.

"See you later," he told her as she laid back down on the bed.

"Text me," she called after him as he walked out the room.


The moment he stepped foot outside of her house he heard his name getting yelled out by at least a dozen or so photographers.

"Great," he muttered as he walked towards his car. He could only imagine all the tabloids and media websites that'll go crazy over that he had been seen leaving Tori's house so early in the morning. Never mind the fact that he spent the night, this will of course turn into a media frenzy.

Most of the industry knew that Tori and him were friends and hung out from time to time but this definitely will be a new development. Of course the media will try to be all over this and that just meant more paparazzi following Tori and him, trying to get an exclusive.

He took out his phone from his pocket, searching for Tori's name in his contacts as he slipped into the driver seat.

As he started up the car, he hit call next to her name on the screen. "You just left," she greeted him.

"Thanks Catherine Obvious for that, I just wanted to warn you that I'm still in your driveway. Paparazzi surrounding me. You already know how crazy the celebrity blogs will be like now that there are pictures of me leaving your house so early in the morning."

She yawned. "So we fucked, great. Can I tell you I got no pleasure from you last night? I say you come back in here and give them something to really talk about."

He chuckled at her bluntness. "You only say that now because you know I have to leave but if we had it my way I would have already shown you how great I am in bed."

"You know me all to well," she sighed. "But great, I can already see how great this day will be like, too many unwanted phone calls. My manager will call wanting to know the details and then of course family and friends will decide to call, to catch up of course."

"Of course," he placed his phone on the dock, which synced the phone to the car so he could talk to Tori hands-free. "Dinner tonight? We can trade our stories."

"Yeah I'll like that, my place or yours?" she asked.

"Mine. Gated community. They might follow you but they can't get through. They won't know who you went to visit," he told her as he began to pull out of the driveway as tried to make sure he didn't run over any of the rude paparazzi.

He was thankful that none of them tried to follow him while he drove but he didn't appreciate them hanging out in front of Tori's house. "Alright. Though they know where you live," she said.

"Yeah well, who cares. Apparently we are fucking," she laughed and that made him chuckle. "So no matter what we say we are having sex."

"Well I'm not an easy girl you have to feed me to get some," she said and he busted out laughing at that.

"So I give you food and you give it up, oh yeah you sound like a great catch," he said and she groaned at his words.

"That's not what I meant," she whined, which caused him to laugh even harder. "Ugh, I'm going to let you go. Text me when you get out of the studio so I can head over to your place."

"Alright, will do. Now go back to sleep," he hoped she would be able to sleep.

"Okay, see you later."

"See you later," and with that she ended the call.


"The fun has arrived," she greeted him as he opened the front door.

"Where?" He said, he stuck his head out to look outside as she walked into the house.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, lightly hitting his arm. He chuckled as he closed the door. "I brought wine."

She held up a bottle of wine that was a present from her manager. The bottle was sent over before Tori explained to her that Andre and her didn't get together.

"Great, it'll go great with dinner," he said grabbing hold of the bottle. "Good year."

"Yeah," she followed him as he walked towards the kitchen. "It smells delicious in here. What are you making?"

"Your favorite," he told her, setting the bottle down on the counter.

"I love your spaghetti," she took a seat at the counter. "You know how to treat a girl right."

"You are my best girl, of course I do," he said tending to the spaghetti sauce that was simmering on the stove. "How was your day?"

"Long," she responded with a sigh. "Lots of calls."

"Like predicted," he said sprinkling in a bit of oregano into the sauce.

"Like predicted," she confirmed. "My manager called all excited. She said finally," she paused wanting to study his reaction to those words. He froze for a moment but continued to move around the kitchen. "She's the reason we have that bottle of wine."

"Tell her thanks then," he said, taking two plates out of the cupboard. "You told her we aren't-"

"Yeah I did, she was disappointed," she nervously giggled at that part. "Apparently a lot of people are waiting for us to get together."

"I know, I got the same type of calls today. A lot of congratulations," he told as he placed a plate in front of her and another to her side where he would seat. "Are we missing something that they are seeing?"

"I don't know," she took out her phone from her pocket. "Look this is an article Cat sent me earlier."

He turned back towards the stove, turning off the sauce. "From where?"

"TMZ," he nodded. "Andre Harris, was seen leaving the household of pop diva Tori Vega earlier this morning. Both touched down at LAX yesterday a few hours apart from the other. Andre flew back home from his European tour and Tori having just finished her thirty-five city tour in New York two nights ago. A few hours back home and they just couldn't wait to see each other. Apparently Harris arrived at Tori Vega's house a little after five in the afternoon and didn't leave until after nine the next morning. New budding romance? Hope they used protection."

"Wow," he exclaimed setting down two wine glasses on the table. "They would turn anything so innocent into a scandalous thing."

"Yeah," she grabbed hold of the wine bottle. "Like me sleeping over tonight."

"So you just invite yourself over," he said handing her the corkscrew.

"Of course," she told him. "Overnight bag in the trunk of my car. I missed you too much these past few weeks, so you won't get rid of me."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," she smiled at his words. "So what did you end up doing today?" he asked as she attempted to remove the cork out of the bottle.

"Slept til about one. Then Jenna came over to help me decide on my Grammy dress and accessories. Best stylist ever but I spent too much time trying on dresses, it was fun at first but then it got boring fast."

She finally got the cork out, she smiled triumphantly towards Andre who chuckled. "I have my suit already. It's getting sent to me in a few days."

"I can't wait to see you in it," she told him as she poured wine into their glasses.

"You've selected your dress?" he asked as he grabbed his glass of the counter.

"Yes," she smirked at him. "But its surprise you'll see it that night."

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine. "You'll probably look beautiful like always, I'll be awestruck on the red carpet and wouldn't be able to get my eyes off you. The reporters will go crazy seeing me drooling over you and bam we'll be back where we started."

"Exactly my plan," she took a sip of her wine. "You won't be able to resist placing your hands on me."

He choked on the wine he was drinking. "You can't tell that to a brother," he coughed for a few seconds. "Now I'm excited to see this dress."

She loved his reaction, more than she probably should have as a friend but she didn't care. The way he was looking at her right now, made her feel things that she's been trying to suppress for years now. She just didn't know what to do about it or if she wanted him to do anything about them.


"Andre Harris, ladies and gentlemen. You look very handsome this evening," The always charismatic celebrity news reporter, Ella Jameson, greeted him as he stopped for her on the red carpet.

"Thank you," he smiled at her, always the one to be friendly. "You look amazing."

"Why thank you," she said striking a slight pose to show off the dress. "You always say the right things."

"Of course," he added, giving her a smirk that he knew had the women and even some men watching at home swooning for him.

"Who are you wearing?" Ella questioned, as she eyed him from head to toe.

"Gucci," he answered, as he momentarily glanced down at his gray two-piece suit. "You wear it well," she smiled at him, a flirtatious smile he knew all too well. He knew better than to comment further.

"Are you excited to be here?" Ella asked, as she gestured to the massive crowd of people walking around behind them.

"Yes, of course. It's the Grammy's, best of the best here tonight. I'm excited to be here, though I'm not nominated this year but I will be presenting the category for Record of the Year. A lot of amazing talented people in that category, so I can't wait to reveal who the winner is." He was really excited to be presenting that award, seeing as his best friend of over ten years was nominated in that category.

"So now that you've brought up the category you know I have to ask," With those simple words he knew that trouble can only follow. "Tori Vega, she's nominated."

"She is," he said, knowing where exactly this interview was heading but didn't care to be the one to guide her to it.

"Almost a week back there were some pictures taken of you leaving her house early in the morning," He could feel his face hardened, already bothered by the question. Everywhere he went this past week, he was hassled by the paparazzi wanting to know the latest on the two. "What's going on? A new romance perhaps?"

He chuckled at that notion. "Not a new romance," he responded. "We are old friends, she's one of my oldest friends."

"Really?" Ella asked, astonished by the information she was getting.

"Yeah, we went to the same high school together. Throughout the years we've always been in touch and we hang out a lot of the time but we've always kept that aspect hidden as much as possible. The paparazzi caught me leaving her house something I've done countless times but there's nothing going on."

"So nothing's going on there," Ella inquired.

"Nothing at all," he said. He could hear his publicist who was standing at the side telling Ella that she needed to wrap it up.

"Well thank you so much for clearing those rumors up Andre and for this quick interview. Hope you the enjoy the show," Ella told him before she faced the camera. "We'll be back after this commercial break. Stay tuned for more Grammy fun."

"And we are clear," one of the producers yelled. "Two minutes until we are back."

"Great seeing you Elle," he said wanting to get away as quickly as possible but she caught his arm before he could walk away.

"Is there really nothing going on between Tori and you?" Ella asked, she moved forward to take a step towards him which caused him to take a step away from her. "I'm not asking as Ella the reporter, I'm asking as Elle your friend."

"Elle," he sighed. "Whatever is happening between Tori and I, well it's no one's business but our own."

"Andre," she started but was cut off by his publicist, Joan. "We have to go Andre, a few more interviews and then we'll have to go inside," Joan said, her voice was stern and it was more of a warning to Ella to let the conversation go.

"Alright you heard the woman. Gotta go Elle, it was really great seeing you," he told her as he began to walk away followed by his publicist and manager.


"Tori Vega, everyone," Ella greeted as her as she stepped towards the small staging area. "You look gorgeous."

Since her arrival on the red carpet she's been given countless praises for her dress and how gorgeous she looked and it felt amazing. She was wearing a beautiful red halter gown, with a neckline plunge that attracted attention to her breast area but not too much that it would considered indecent for this award show. The gown accented her curves, which captivated the attention of those walking the red carpet tonight. "Thank you, so do you. I love the color of your dress."

"Thank you," Ella said. "Who are you wearing tonight?"

"Valentino," she answered. "An honor to be wearing this designer tonight."

"Must be. How excited are you to be here tonight? You are nominated for five awards tonight, three of them being the most coveted, Album of the Year, Record of the Year, and Song of the Year."

Each and every time someone mentions her nominations, she gets all giddy. "I'm so excited to be here this evening. It's not my first Grammy show and I've won two Grammy's already in the previous years but this whole experience has been amazing. Just having my album so well received by critics, the public and all my fans has been just amazing. Nothing can top this."

"Plus seeing a lot of the people in the industry who you probably barely have time to see in your daily life," Ella added on.

"Oh yes, a lot of my friends are pretty busy with their own careers so it's always great to see them at these type of events. I get to catch up a bit with them."

The mischievous smile that appeared on Ella's face made her panic but she tried her best not to show it. "Talking about friends, just a few minutes back I interviewed Andre Harris. An old friend of yours?"

Just hearing Andre's name made her smile widen. "Yes, old friend from high school."

"You two kept that fairly hidden, well that was until earlier this week when he was seen leaving your house at a very early time in the day," Now she knew where Ella was trying to go with the interview but she would not be the one to talk about Andre for so long.

"Well it wasn't something we kept hidden. We've always been best friends, just the media was never around to see us hanging out or catching us on our off time," she answered, truthfully. She didn't have to explain anything to anyone about the people in her life but she had hoped this interview would stop all the media hounding. She was tired of getting asked the same question over and over again, if Andre and her were together.

"So nothing is going on between Andre and yourself?" Ella asked.

"Just friends," she answered.

"So now that's cleared up. Who are you excited to see perform tonight?" And thank goodness for Ella wanting to change the subject.

"So many people. The line up for tonight is amazing. I can't wait to see Justin Timberlake, Adele, Rihanna performances tonight, everyone!" She excitedly answered.

Ella nodded. "Yes all great performers and you will be performing tonight as well."

"I am. I can't wait for you all to see my performance, hopefully it'll be something you'll all enjoy."

"As amazing as you are, I'm sure we will. Thank you so much Tori for this quick interview, have fun and good luck," Ella told her before turning back to the camera. "And we'll be back shortly after these commercial break, stay tuned in for more Grammy Award coverage."

"And we are clear," A random guy shouted and Tori smiled at Ella. "Great seeing you Ella," she told the blonde.

"You too Tori," she said and just Tori turned to leave, Ella placed a hand on her arm. "Tori wait."

"Yeah," she stopped walking and turned to face Ella.

"Andre is an amazing guy," Ella started then paused, causing Tori to raise a brow at the woman before her. "I'm just saying you have a great guy in your life don't lose him because there are other women out here that are willing to give him everything."

"Okay, but him and I are-" she started off saying but Ella just waved her off.

"Don't bother, I get it," Ella smiled at her. "You two are just friends for now but when you two are sending out invitations to your wedding don't forget my invitation."

She didn't say anything at that point as she was ushered away by her publicist but simply nodded at the woman as she walked away.


The moment he made it down to the seating area and turned to walk down the aisle to his seat, you can say he was floored. Seeing Tori for the first time tonight he was completely in awe of how beautiful she looked even more so than usual. That red dress hugged her curves in all the right places. For the past thirty minutes or so many of his fellow musicians have come up to him asking if he had seen Tori, all of them praising her appearance and how gorgeous she looked.

Irritated that everyone else got to see her before him, he had cut short the walk down red carpet and the amount of interviews he was going to do just so he could get inside.

Just as she took her seat, he began to walk over to her and his seat. Thankfully the Grammy people had them seating right next to each other. "You look amazing," he whispered into her ear as he sat down next to her. He placed a kiss on her cheek, she giggled and smiled widely at him. Her eyes traveled up and down, hungrily eating in the sight of him. "You look beautiful," he added. The way she was just taking in his appearance made him wonder where exactly were her thoughts at this very moment.

He noticed the slight redness appearing on her gorgeous cheeks. "Thank you," she cleared her throat."You look very handsome tonight."

"Thank you," he intertwined their hands. "Are you excited tonight?"

"Yes," she let out a shaking breath. "I'm so nervous."

"You have nothing to be nervous about. You are going to win all your awards. You're that amazing," he placed another kiss on her cheek. "You'll see."

"I hope you're right," she told him as the lights dimmed as the first performance of the night started.


And he was right. She had won four of the five categories that she had been nominated for. Each moment that she heard her name announced as the winner she would instantly hug Andre, happy to have him there to celebrate with her such a great accomplishment.

She now waited for the last award of the night, Record of the Year. Her manager, Delia, was now seating in Andre's seat as he had gone backstage to get to ready to present the award.

"How nervous are you?" Delia asked, as she typed away on her phone.

"So nervous," Tori answered truthfully. "I hope I win this one."

"You will," Delia said. "Andre will get to present you with your award. I know you'll hug him the moment you step foot up there before you even think of grabbing that award."

She felt herself blush at that comment but it was true. "You know," no point in denying it. "Four awards already, I can't believe it."

"I can," Delia said looking up at her smiling. "You are just that great."

"Thanks," Tori whispered as she heard the crowd as Andre walked out onstage. He began to talk about the various things that the nominees in the category had achieved but all Tori could concentrate on was how good Andre looked tonight. She bit down on her bottom lip at the thought of seeing him out of that suit tonight.

Tori barely focused as Andre announced the winner. "And the winner is," he opened the envelope. "Yes! Tori Vega!" Everyone in the audience cheered loudly at the announcement. She looked over at Delia who excitedly was on her feet jumping up and down excited.

"You won!" Delia said as she hugged her quickly before she made her way up to the stage. She looked up as she walked up the stairs to where Andre stood waiting patiently for her to arrive.

"Oh my god!" she yelled up at him as she finally made it up to him. He hugged her tightly and she reveled at how the hug felt so amazing and just so right. "You deserve it baby," he whispered into her ear before he let her go so she can say her acceptance speech.

As she stepped back up to the mic, she looked back at him smiling widely. That's when she knew what she felt was more than she should be feeling for him but she hoped that he felt the same way.


She was on cloud nine right now and no one could bring her down. Truly it was a spectacular night for her, she had won all five of her awards and now she was at an after party celebrating with her friends. But as much as she enjoyed the night out, she was just so exhausted. Getting up early to begin the process of getting ready, the performance, all the press she had to do and all she wanted was to go home and sleep.

As much as she enjoyed talking to Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, she was grateful when Andre walked up to them.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I have to take Tori away from you two," The two women both made noises of disapproval but smiled nonetheless. "We have to go," he said as he faced her.

"Oh okay," she said. She placed the champagne glass on the table before she over to give both ladies a big hug goodbye. "Great seeing you two, text me when you have some down time we can all hangout."

Both Taylor and Selena agreed to do so, just as Andre placed an arm around Tori's waist and guided her towards the exit.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No problem," he said as he pushed open the door to exit the room. "I can see the sleep in your eyes."

She tried to suppress a yawn but it was futile attempt. "I'm sleepy," she said.

"I can tell. Your place or mine?" he asked, as he turned her towards the building's exit.

"Yours please," she yawned once again.

"Okay," he said as they stepped foot outside. She looked up and down the street hoping to spot her driver first.

Andre pointed to his right. "There's my driver," he told her. "Let's go sleeping beauty."


A few hours later her phone buzzed on Andre's nightstand. Without opening her eyes she reached out to grab hold of the offending noise maker. "Hello?" she groggily greeted and that earned a groan from Andre who shifted around next to her.

"Hey!" Of course Cat had to be the one to call. She looked at the time on her phone, the light bothering her eyes but she focused on it. Barely a quarter after one. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," she smiled. She couldn't be mad at Cat waking her up. "Did you watch?"

"No," she frowned at that admission. "I have it recorded on my DVR though. I've been on set all day, lots of wardrobe changes and stuff but I'll watch it tomorrow morning. You probably had an amazing night."

"I did," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" Cat asked.

"Andre's sleeping," she could imagine the excited look on Cat's face at that revelation.

"You guys having another sleepover," Now that statement would have been innocent, if not for Cat's suggestive tone of voice.

"Not that type of sleepover," she grumbled.

"Sounds like someone wants it to be that type of sleepover," Just by the way Cat sounded she knew the girl was elated by the way this conversation was turning out. "Finally, like really you two are taking too long."

So of course she has to play dumb, knowing what she meant. "With what?"

"You know," Cat sighed. "I'll let you go cause I know you need sleep. I'll call you tomorrow and I'm going to send you an email now of an article I just read a few minutes ago. You'll enjoy it."

"Alright, thank you for calling. Have a goodnight."

"Goodnight," Cat said before ending the call.

Tori looked over at her Andre who was knocked out. She thought about elbowing him "by mistake" so he could wake up to keep her company but she knew she shouldn't.

Her phone vibrated in her hands, an email notification. She clicked on the email, not surprised that it was from TMZ. Cat was always the one to spend time on that website more than the rest of them.

She clicked on the link which loaded quickly showing a picture of Andre and her leaving the after party. They both looked great as they walked towards the car, his arm around her waist as they talked about something random. The caption that followed the picture was a short one.

'Andre Harris and Tori Vega spotted leaving a Grammy after party. These two have denied being together but this picture says a lot more than they do. Congratulations to Tori Vega for her big win tonight(Five Grammy's!) and for bedding one of the most sought after eligible guys in this industry. You go girl.'

"If only," she wistfully said as she sent the message to Andre. She put her phone on silent before placing it on the nightstand once again.

"Tori go to sleep," Andre mumbled half his face buried into his pillow.

"I am," she whispered.

He turned a bit to face her, his eyes slowly opened. "Hey beautiful," he groggily said before clearing his throat. "What's going on?"

"Cat called but I'm going back to sleep now," she told him as he closed his eyes once again.

He nodded. "Okay good, sleep."

"Yeah," She felt his hand slide over her stomach area but didn't move much as it stopped on her waist. He pulled himself closer to her. "Night baby," he whispered.

She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. He hummed approvingly. "Night," she whispered back.


A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. This story will be fairly short but it'll have enough chapters to keep you captivated. Please let me know what you thought about this with a review. Thank you and take care.