Drawn To You

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•Toms pov•
I get home from my hookup, completely disappointed. Jesus Christ that girl was annoying. I walk through the front door, and hear music blasting on the speakers.
I shut the door behind me, looking up to see Haz and Eliana dancing around the living room. Haz is practically naked in his boxers and sunglasses, and Eliana is on top of the sofa screaming the lyrics to the song.
"What is going on?" I yell over the music.
"Were dancing!" Haz yells back, and the sunglasses on his face fall off.
"Come on Tom, join the party!" Eliana giggles, putting the beer bottle to her lips and takes a large gulp.
My eyes widen in shock, and I grab her hand, pulling her down from the couch. I take the bottle from her grasp and she frowns. I then grab the remote, turning off the music.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I ask.
"I just had a teeny bit." She mutters.
"You're drunk." I state and Haz gasps.
"Jesus isn't going to be happy with you." He says.
"Go to bed." I say to him.
"Fuck you." Haz says and I groan.
I can't stand drunk Haz.
"I'll beat your ass. Go." I say and he glares at me, grabbing the bottle with only one drink left of tequila in it, and walks off.
I now turn all of my attention to the girl in front of me. Why in the world would Haz let this happen?
"What's wrong with you? You don't do this shit." I say with disappointment.
"Because! I always follow the rules and do what I'm told! I just wanted to have fun." She pouts.
"This shits not cool Eliana!" I exclaim. "You can't just do dumb shit because you're bored."
"You can't tell me what to do." She says sassily.
God she's so fucking annoying.  I just want to throw her out but my dumb ass actually somewhat cares about her so I can't do that.
"Don't get an attitude with me." I shake my head. "Come on. You're going to bed."
"No." She huffs, sitting down on the sofa.
"No? Are you serious?" I laugh. "Come on get up."
"Make me." She smirks.
She has no clue who she's saying that to and it's obvious. No other girl would ever dare say that to me, but that's normally because they know that giving me that kind of attitude would result in them getting a very special punishment.
Having a girl I can't punish say that to me is frustrating.
"Fine." I say, reaching down and grabbing the girl in my arms.
She doesn't fight as I pick her up, but simply laughs and lets her arms fling down becoming a dead weight.
I'd really like to just throw her out the front door and not have to deal with this tonight.
I walk into my room, and throw her body onto the bed. She sits up, and looks around the room.
"Go to sleep. I'll take the couch." I say.
"But I'm not tired." She groans.
"I could drug you.." I mutter mostly joking but also just a little serious.
"There's one thing that puts me to sleep, and that's when someone plays with my hair." She says.
I roll my eyes, remembering to never let Eliana drink ever again. I'll definitely be giving Haz a telling off for this in the morning. He shouldn't have gotten drunk with her, he should have stayed sober so he could make sure she was safe.
"Lay down." I say.
She smiles, pulling the blankets over her body and laying her head back on my pillow. I get into bed next to her, and prop myself up on my elbow as my free hand brushes through her surprisingly soft hair. Her eyes close, and I take notice of how she scoots closer to me.
This is really weird. I've never been in a bed with a girl and not fucked her.
And even weirder- I don't want to fuck her. She's too sweet.
"Hey Tom." She says softly.
"Hmm?" I hum.
"You're pretty." She mumbles and I let out a small laugh.
"So are you, princess." I smile.
"I gotta tell you a secret." She whispers.
"And what is it?" I encourage.
"I like when you call me princess."
after that, she goes silent, and I play with her hair until she falls asleep.
•Elianas pov•
I wake up, feeling quite sick and woozy. My eyes open, and I quickly take notice that I am not in my room, or even in my house, and I'm also not in bed alone..
I look up, seeing that I'm laying on Tom's chest. How did this happen?!
Alcohol...
Memories of my first drink of alcohol come to my thoughts, but everything that happened after my first beer is kind of a blur.
I move away from Tom, instantly tearing myself from his warm body and into the cold air. He moves a bit, starting to wake up.
I put my head in my hands, feeling a headache come on. Lovely. This must be my first hangover.
"Are you okay?" Tom mumbles, still slightly asleep.
"My head hurts. I feel sick." I answer.
He sits up, giving me a once over with his eyes and then gets out of bed.
"You need Advil." He states, and leaves the room to get it. I sit on the edge of the bed, a few bits and pieces from last night stringing together. Mostly memories of me and a pantsless Haz dancing around the living room. I have to admit, last night was so much fun. Alcohol really just helps to loosen up and relax.
"Here." Tom says, handing me the pills and a water bottle.
"So.. what exactly happened?" I ask, mostly wondering how I ended up in his room.
"Jesus Christ you're annoying when you're drunk." He says.
"That bad?" I ask.
"Yes." He laughs. "You refused to go to sleep unless I pet your hair."
I face palm with embarrassment. Of course I did that. What's even more interesting though is the fact that he did it.
My phone vibrates on the bed side table, and I grab it as Tom falls back into the bed, obviously exhausted.
Harry: good morning beautiful
I smile at the text. Harry is so nice and he knows exactly how to make someone happy.
"What's that?" Tom asks, snatching my phone from my hands.
"Give me my phone." I groan, reaching to grab it but he takes it in his other hand, holding it far away.
"Make me." He gives me a silly grin.
"Make you? What are we? Seven years old?" I question.
"Oh I'm just quoting you from last night."
Of course he is.
"Give it to me!"
"Nah I've gotta see what's made you all blushy." He shakes his head.
I climb onto his lap to get a closer reach, my legs straddling him. He pulls the phone close to his face to read the text and I try to grab it, but his grip is too strong.
"Oh my little brother called you beautiful how cute." He says sarcastically with a laugh.
"Shut up." I say.
I take my phone back and toss it across the bed.
"Is that all it takes darling?" He smirks with amusement.
"I don't hear it very often." I shrug.
"Really?" He asks.
"You seem surprised." I comment.
"I am." He states. "Because you're stunning."
His words take me by surprise, I definitely never expected to hear that coming from him. His hands rest on my hips, and his brown eyes stare deeply into mine, looking for a reaction, but I go blank. Normally I'd slap his hands away, or get up. But I feel frozen because this is the first time in a long time that I felt that warm tingling feeling in my heart.
This is not good.