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Tom's eyes were scanning the crowd the moment he stepped into the room. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was searching for you. This was a pretty big party, and he just had a feeling that you'd be there. You were kind of like a curse to him, honestly. You were constantly showing up in each other's lives in one way or another, and there was something - a spark - between the two of you, but neither of you would admit it.
Maybe he'd find someone else tonight. He doubted it, though. He'd already tried this tactic several times in an attempt to get you out of his head. It never worked. There was no one who could compare to you.
It had started several months back when you met each other. As a rising musician, and Tom a rising actor, you often found each other at the same events and parties. From the moment you met him, you could tell that there was something special about him. The third or fourth time you'd run into each other, the night had ended up back at your place.
It had been a good night - a great night, actually - but nothing happened after. Even though the both of you had laid in bed talking for hours about nothing and everything at the same time. There was something more than just a one night stand between the two of you, but you both refused to act on it.
After being seen leaving the party together that night, you began getting question after question about Tom, about how you knew him, about your relationship status. Your response was automatic, always the same, "Tom's a great guy. We're just friends."
It was the same on Tom's end. He was constantly getting questions about you and your relationship with him. His response was always more or less the same as yours, "Oh, Y/N's the best. We're just friends though."
Every time those words came out of his mouth, though, it felt like a stab to the chest to him. He wanted you to be his. He so desperately wished to tell you that you were all he could ever want. There were several times he had almost done it, but then at the last minute, would think up reasons as to why he wasn't ready for a relationship, why it wouldn't work right now, on and on and on.
Any time you ran into each other after that night, it was almost painful. The two of you were putting each other through hell. Why couldn't you just get over yourselves and admit that you liked each other? The fact that there was something between you was obvious to everyone, but you just didn't want to admit.
One of your songs came on in the random mix of music at the party. It was a newer song, one Tom had never heard before, but he knew it was you by the sound of your voice. Tom took a deep breath as he listened to the lyrics; they had to be about him. The words that you'd written seemed to describe the situation perfectly. Tom was right; this song was about him. Never in a million years would you admit that, though.
Tom made another attempt to find you, feeling absolutely sure you'd be there. He finally found you, surrounded by a few of your friends. At least wanting to say hi, Tom made his way over to you. He set his hand on your shoulder gently as he spoke, "Y/N, love! How are you doing?"
Your head turned quickly, and Tom could see the light in your eyes at the sight of him, but your response was even and polite with a small smile placed on your lips, "Oh, hey, Tom. I'm well." Your words twisted his stomach in knots; it was as if the two of you didn't know each other at all.
He took in another deep breath, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip. He felt brave, reaching out to take your hand in his. "We need to talk, Y/N."
Nodding in surprise, you followed Tom with your hand still in his. He brought you into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you. He was done. Done pretending that he didn't want you, done putting the both of you through hell. Just done.
The second the door was closed, and the lock clicked, Tom push your back into the door gently, leaning in to press his lips to yours. You gasped in surprise, but your hands came up to cup Tom's jaw and you kissed him back. You'd wanted to do this so badly for months, but could never find the courage. You melted into his touch, grabbing his shirt in your fists to pull him in closer to you.
The kiss was all open-mouthed and needy as Tom's hands drifted along your body, but something about it was sweet. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you had been dying for this to happen again. You didn't care, though. Your arms snaked around his neck, your fingers playing lightly with the curls there as the two of you broke away.
With wide eyes and heavy breath, you stared up into Tom's eyes. One of his hands had come to rest against your hip, the other on your cheek. His thumb brushed slowly back and forth along your cheekbone as the two of you caught your breath.
Suddenly, after a few moments of silence, Tom spoke. "You're all that I want, Y/N, and I'm done pretending. I'm done pretending I don't want you, done pretending there's nothing here. Because there is. Nobody compares to you, love."
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as your fingers slid through his hair slowly. "Tom, I..." you had to pause, trying to find the right words to say. "I've been wanting you since that night."
It took Tom a moment to process what you had said, but then a smile lit up his face. He pulled you in once more, your body against his, as he kissed you again.
