Layla's POV
"Yo Layla can you go let Tom in, I swear he's about to break the door down", Harrison yelled from his room.
"Can't you go down? I just got out of the shower!"
"Please Layla! Just wear a towel, we're all friends and it's not like he's gonna judge you! I'll do the dishes for you whenever it's your turn next!"
"You're such a pain, you know?"
"Thanks dude!"
I quickly tie a towel around myself and check that nothing is "showing", and run down the stairs, hoping my towel won't fall. Urgh. Why does Harrison have to be such a lazy ass? To be fair, I'm not exactly angry. Tom and I have always had a rather flirtatious relationship, even though we are best friends, but lately... I don't know. Lately, it's felt different. In a way it's like I am closer to Haz. Whereas Tom, well... It's complicated. There aren't really any meaningful talks or rants about life sucking, not when Harrison isn't there with us. We're always there for each other don't get me wrong, but otherwise we just communicate through playful teasing. That is just how our friendship works. I know. Friendship.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad anxious. Tom's never seen me this exposed, and I have my issues just like anyone. I know Tom loves me and doesn't care about my body, but still. It's scary. I know he's going to make some snarky comment, and I'm going to have to find some clap back, somehow. Shit, there's the door.
"Can someone open the door for me already?" Tom is getting impatient, which only makes me chuckle.
"Jeez, I was in the shower! Calm down."
I take one deep breath. Why do I feel so nervous?
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Not Just Friends
RomanceLayla, Tom and Harrison are all best friends, but Tom has always flirted with Layla and she's always liked that even though it never meant anything. Or did it?
