Not Just Friends

Chapter 10

Tom's POV

Knock knock.

"Come in, I'll be out in a minute", Layla shouts from her bathroom.

I walk in. Her bedroom hasn't changed; Polaroids of Haz, her and I are stuck onto the wall, not far from the camera, opposite that is her record player with all her disks neatly arranged by alphabetical order, the double bed has light blue covers on it, the wooden desk stands by the window and on it is a framed picture of her old dog. I smile. We've often argued about who's cuter; her Irish Setter, Ginger, or Tessa, my Pit-bull. Obviously it's Tessa.

I put the beer down by her bed and sit down.

"Tom? Could you grab my computer? It's on the desk", Layla says as she walks out, wearing a pair of shorts and a white top. Why does she always look so good? Her hair is down and hides a part of her face.

"Sure, what's your password?"

"It's fine, I'll do it."

"I can do it", I protest with a smirk.

"No, no, I'll do it."

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing!" she laughs.

"Lies."

"Just give me my computer Tom."

"What the hell are you hiding on here?" I grin as I hide it behind my back.

"Tom!"

Layla jumps forwards, trying to grab her computer but I dodge her and rush to the other side of the room, laughing.

"Come and get it!"

"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"

"I know."

She starts chasing me around the room and we laugh as I run away.

"You'll never catch me!"

I hope she does.

"I swear Tom, if you break my computer you're buying me a new one!"

"Dea-"

Suddenly, I'm lying on the bed, Layla by my side, her hand on my back and laughing hysterically, looking perfect.

"I thought I was never going to catch you?"

"I let you win."

"Of course you did", she says sarcastically, "You're just being a sore loser."

"Hey, you're not one to talk! Me and Haz practically have to wear protective gear when we play any type of game with you!"

"I think you mean, Haz and I."

"Grammar nerd", I tease.

"Oh shut up and pass me my computer."

I grin and offer her a beer.

"Oh, no thanks", she answers before mumbling, "I've never had beer."

"You're joking! How can you be 21, British and not have had beer yet?!"

"I'm only half British and I don't know but I haven't", she laughs.

"Well that changes today."

I grab a bottle, open it, take a sip and pass it to her.

"Cheers", I grin.

"Thanks", she answers before drinking, "Wow, that's much better than I expected."