Falling for my roommate

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"You're so fucking perfect," Thomas mumbled, pecking her forehead. His hand played with her hair, his eyes never once leaving hers.

She blushed, rolling her eyes, "Stop, you're making me blush."

"I love that blush. It's cute," he said quietly, rubbing her waist.

"Shut up," She groaned.

He smirked, lifting her up and forcing her on to his lap, "Make me."

She crinkled up her nose, "You'll regret saying that when you smell my morning breath."

He glanced at her lips, "I highly doubt that."

He inched his face towards hers, his eyes never straying from hers.

Suddenly the door was pulled open and Charlotte jumped out of Thomas's hold. She let out a shaky breath as Preston walked in, giving the two a look of distaste.

"Ugh, I couldn't have chosen a worse time to walk in here," He grumbled.

Thomas groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "What do you want? I told you not to come in here."

He merely rolled his eyes in response and sat on the end of the bed. "That's a lovely looking Hickey you got there, I must say," he pointed at his neck, indicating where Thomas had a hickey.

Charlotte turned bright red and Preston smirked slightly.

"What do you want?" Thomas repeated, wrapping his arm around Charlotte's shoulder.

"Well first I'd like if you put some clothes on, but I actually came in here to talk to Charlotte," he stated, his eyes landing on her.

"I'm wearing underwear," Thomas grumbled.

"Why do you want to talk to me?" Charlotte interrupted, fidgeting with her finders under the blanket.

"If you tell anyone about this conversation I will kill you. I just figured I'd lead with that," He threatened.

They both raised their eyebrows in response, glancing at each other with amusement.

"What's up?" She asked as Thomas started readjusting the blanket so that he wouldn't be able to see she was only wearing her bra and panties.

"I need your advice," He mumbled weakly.

"For what?"

He stayed silent for a moment, "I need you to help me with Lucy."

Thomas began to laugh loudly, his arm tightening around Charlotte's shoulders, "Are you serious right now?"

Preston narrowed his eyes, "Shut up and stop pretending you didn't go to Jordan for help with Charlotte."

"Hey! I asked him if she likes Harry styles! That is it!" He argued.

Charlotte smiled as she looked up at Thomas, "You did?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, fighting off the blush that was trying to form on his cheeks.

She turned back to Preston, "What do you want help with?"

He looked at his hands, "I like her. I like her a lot. And I've never had a girlfriend before and I'm not really good at the whole seeing a girl more than once thing so I don't know how to-"

She cut him off, "Just ask her on a date."

"But what if she says no? Or what if she doesn't like the place I pick? What if she makes fun of me?" He rushed out.