𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

you two having to
share a bed...
☆ AS ENEMIES ☆

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

Sophia, my best friend, was the only thing getting me through school.

Unlike her brother.

It feels like Tom - her brother - was put on this earth to infuriate me.

But no one could deny that he was infuriatingly good looking, but he also needs to shut up about it.

"I know I don't look half bad, sweetheart, but I get uncomfortable when you keep staring at me." He drawled and I scoffed.

"You wish. I would rather scrape my eyes out." I say and I hear Sophia sigh in the back.

We're all on a road trip back to the muggle world; Soph insisted on me and Tom both sitting at the front so we could get along.

She had wanted us to be civil for ages now, but Tom is so difficult and... I guess I'm not easy either.

"Can you be nice to eachother?"

"No." Tom says before I can even open my mouth.

"See? he's just so mean to me, Soph. You need to have a good talk with him." I say sarcastically in a sad voice.

Tom groans when she truly does start telling him off.

-

"I can't share my room with you this time. Ethan is staying here too." Sophia gives me a sympathetic look. Ethan is her boy toy.

"It's fine. I'll sleep in the guest room."

"Under renovation." Tom says and I clench my jaw, looking back.

He was dressed casual... and it was devastating. Casual black tee, jeans, hair not done and sunglasses.

"You're joking." I say, looking at Soph.

I look back at Tom and he smirks. "You're sharing with me.

-

After lots of arguing, yelling and bickering, I ended up having to share with Tom.

Night came and I dragged myself to Tom's room. It's just how you would imagine it; basic.

He has a double bed... but still.

"I don't bite." Tom says, turning over in bed and looking over to me.

"I do." I glare at him as I get into bed, shutting my eyes and trying

"You're not a cuddler?" I groan when Tom starts teasing me, and I look back at him.

Shirtless.

I force myself not to stare... but my gosh. That 8-pack was not for the weak and I could just imagine how har-

Stop, Y/n.

"Not with you I'm not." I say, too tired to come up with a better response.

He pats his abs, grinning at me. "I know they're great. No need to hide it."

Legilimens. He read my mind! Evil genius.

I blush, turning to side when I feel two large arms wrap around my waist.

"Oh my god. Let go, you creep." I struggle against his grip. He doesn't and I feel his head in the crook of my neck.

I sigh and give in. "No one has to know." He whispers before I drift asleep.