The next day was a nightmare. An urgent call came and everyone had to be ready for an extra workday. Y/n didn’t have time to think about what happened. She danced. They danced. Nothing more right? Then why suddenly every time she looked at Tom, she felt a strange pinch, when he smiled her chest felt just a bit warmer. She noticed that he randomly touched her hand, brushed her back walking by. And the jokes made her blush? “I’m losing my mind” she thought. These feelings shouldn’t occur. This was not proffesional. Besides, it was Tom. They were friends, sure but nothing more. He was just being nice…
The rush of next few days pushed her stress level up to maximum. Y/n was tired, tense and when Harry suggested another party on Friday, she said no. With the boys gone, she now had the whole place to herself. She watched a film, ate her comfort food and took a bath. She also wanted to relax a little, ease the tension. She wanted some “me time”.
It was already late but boys were probably going to spend a few more hours at the party. It was quiet in the apartment. Y/n closed the door to her room and went to the top drawer of her closet. She pulled a little silk satin pouch and laid on the bed…
“You are such a buzz killer.. We were having so much fun and you rushed us back home!” Harry said entering the apartment. Harrison right behind him.
“Yeah mate, and all that because Y/n was not there” he winked at Tom.
“I don’t know what you are talking about!” Tom replied with a killer look, hoping Y/n wasn’t awake and hearing any of this. “I’m going to see if she’s up for a nightcap”.
“Whatever you say Tom” Harry smiled at him.
Tom walked to the bedroom door ignoring the laughing drunks behind him. As he was near the door he heard a strange noise. He heard something like a phone buzzing and… He stood by Y/n’s door wondering if he was imagining the sound and that’s when it hit him. “No….” he thought. She couldn’t possibly… oh, but she was. His cheeks started burning when he heard her moan. Tom froze not knowing what to do. Should he knock on the door? No, better not. His mind was racing in all directions. Suddenly he thought what he could see peaking through the door. You. All of you. Tom took a deep breath, then another and decided to go back to the kitchen for a glass of cold (very cold!) water. “God this image will never leave my head”.
Harry was there sipping on his beer when Tom poured a glass of water.
“So? Is she coming?” he asked, making Tom almost spit water on him. “Hey! Watch it!”
“Sorry. And no, no… she is… asleep” he lied not wanting to admit what he just experienced.
“I’m heading to bed. Night bro” Harry said and disappeared from Tom’s sight.
“Yeah…” Tom mumbled to himself “Night… A sleepless one”.
P8
Y/n woke up in the morning, no stress on her shoulders. She took a shower and got dressed, meeting the boys at breakfast.
“So? How was your night? When did you come home?”
Tom just kept his head down, not looking at y/n at all.
“Oh not late, around midnight. Tom wanted to have a nightcap and went to your room but he said you were asleep already” Harry said.
You paused in the middle of your pancake. Midnight? You weren’t asleep, you were… Y/n looked panicked at Tom. He felt her gaze, his eyes were now looking straight at her.
“He knows” Y/n thought.
They exchanged a look, Y/n cheeks screaming with embarrassment.
Y/n quickly finished eating and excused herself, almost running to her room.
“That was weird…” Harrison stated.
“Yeah… You know what’s that about Tommy?” Harry smirked.
Tom just flipped him off and left the kitchen.
He didn’t go to his room though. He was going on autopilot, not sure if any of his moves made sense.
He knocked on her door gently. “Y/n?”
“Yes?” she said, opening the door.
“Can I come in?”
“S-sure… w-why not?” she smiled awkwardly. “Is something wrong? I have to get ready…”
Y/n turned her back to Tom and started to go through her stuff, like she was looking for something. In fact, she wanted to seem occupied so he would leave.
“No, nothing is wrong. Just wanted to tell you that…” he hesitated.
“Yes?” she said not turning to face him, just going to her drawer.
“…We are leaving in 15, so better get ready ok?” Tom said.
“OK, I’ll be there.” She turned her head and gave him a smile, deep inside thanking that he didn’t say anything about last night.
Tom was about to leave the room but stopped. He turned around looking at her body, leaning on the cupboard relieved. He took a few steps and stood right behind her.
Y/n felt him, heat from his body dangerously near. And then she felt his breath and her earlobe and heard a whisper… “Next time you want to relax, just let me know. I would be happy to help”. And with that, he just left the bedroom, leaving Y/n with her thoughts running wild.
