You sat beside him, cuddled into his warm side as he wrapped an arm effortlessly around your shoulder. The gang was around Tom's flat watching a movie, everyone in sweats and looking like shit.
While the movie continued to roll and Harrison shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth, Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head and jumped off the sofa when a knock on the door sounded through the flat.
"That'll be Z, said she was coming here straight after her date," Jacob called from the beanbag he occupied on the floor, his attention focused back on the movie at hand.
You twisted your body to look over the back of the sofa, eyes trained on the door as Tom opened it. Zendaya wandered inside in all her glory, offering Tom a quick hug before strutting over to the rest of you.
Her short black dress clung to her body like a second layer of skin, enhancing her already gorgeous frame. Her hair sat on her shoulders in those gorgeous frizzy curls she didn't like so much, and her face? Let's not even get started on that masterpiece.
You squealed at the sight of her, ushering her to take Tom's precious seat and she flopped onto the sofa. "So? How did it go?" you gave her your full, undivided attention, the movie long forgotten.
"Eh," she grimaced slightly, nose crinkling and you pouted while Tom offered Z a drink and wandered into the kitchen to get it, strategising another place to sit now that all the seats were taken.
"I'm sorry, Z... was it that bad?" you asked gently, not sure why she didn't enjoy the date as much as you both hoped.
She shrugged, "don't worry about it, just a date," and slouched into the fabric of Tom's sofa, arms folding over her stomach and she picked up on the movie as moved along.
You pursed your lips and stood from your seat, rounding the sofa and joining Tom in the kitchen where you wrapped your hands around his waist and kissed his back through his shirt.
"You alrigh', love?" he asked quietly, not wanting to get moaned at by Harrison again for talking too loud. You nodded against his back, allowing him to turn around so you now cuddled his front.
He wrapped his arms around you, dipping his head slightly and capturing your lips in a quick but searing kiss, and you grinned up at him.
"You look really good tonight," you complimented, Tom's smile only growing and he squeezed you.
"Well, my love, you look really good every night," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in a teasing manner, a sweet laugh sounding from the back of your throat.
The both of you rejoined your friends, hanging Z her beer before Tom plopped down in your seat and pulled you into his lap, holding your waist and you rested your head in the nape of his neck.
While you focused your attention on the movie, Tom and Zendaya quietly talked amongst themselves, mostly about the date but also about things in general.
When the movie ended, Laura called a taxi and got a lift back to her hotel with Jacob, leaving you, Haz, Tom, and Zendaya in the living room with the credits rolling.
"Wanna watch another film?" Haz asked, his bag of popcorn now empty and you nodded absentmindedly, Tom and Z humming, though they were too engrossed in their own conversation to actually acknowledge what Harrison had said.
Another knock on the door caught your attention, the others too busy focusing on their own thing, so you opened the door with a blanket wrapped around you and tired eyes.
Harry and Sam grinned cheekily, a box of pizza balancing on Harry's flat palm, and his brother carried the other snacks in his hands.
"We heard it was movie night," the boys spoke, offering you quick side hugs as you closed the door behind them.
