Y/N POV:
I walked out the bathroom to Tom making his bed for me?
I had my towel wrapped around tightly wanting to change but he kept his stare on me for about 10 seconds before realising what he was doing, "oh um, sorry I'll leave" he coughed leaving the room.
I picked up the clothes he laid out for me smiling at the baggyness, I threw my hair in a bun slipping on the sweatpants tying it to make it tighter around my waist, I opened the door to see Tom leaning on the wall patiently when he looked up I couldn't help but let a small smile plaster on my face, "I know you're tired but I made dinner while you were showering" he said taking my hand to lead me downstairs.
We sat down in silence while I heard him humming tunes, I put my hand under my chin eyeing the muscles that covered his back, he let a little laugh when he turned around and saw me staring.
I blushed feeling embarrassed when he smirked at me, I sat on the stool realising how hungry I actually was when my thoughts were cut by the sound of the door opening as I realised it was unlocked.
I heard footsteps coming in and I was eager to know who was there, "it's Harry, he wanted to stop by to eat" he said turning the stove off and turning around to kiss my forehead.
Harry walked into the kitchen and instantly had a smile on his face, "hey there" he put his bag down joining me at the table.
"Hi Harry" I said fiddling with my shirt, waiting for the food. Tom left the kitchen to go find a napkin and Harry didn't hesitate to start talking, "how's Tom treating you?" He asked concerned.
"Good way b-better than before" I cracked a small smile keeping my hands on my lap as I looked down to them. Tom came back putting the plates down and putting the food down. We all dug in the food and I let out a moan when it hit my tongue, Toms eyes went wide as he took it more sexual than it should have been.
For the rest of the meal I ate in silence while they talked to each other. After dinner I went to help but the dishes in the dishwasher and I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder, "you don't have to do that you know" he said kissing the side of my neck, "I wanted to help" I let out when he kept kissing up my neck and I felt my legs weaken as I moved my head to the side for Tom to have more access to my neck.
"Guys?" I looked up at Harry who now finished his food, "do you wanna watch a movie in the living room?" He asked running his hand through his hair, "uh I think it's better off that I go to bed, it's been a long day" I said closing the machine and washing my hands afterwards, "that's okay, what about you?" He turned to Tom.
He rubbed his eyes telling Harry that he would head off to bed too, "come on guys" Harry whined crossing his arms over his chest childishly pouting, "sorryyy, maybe tomorrow?" I asked feeling guilty but I was honestly too tired, "tomorrow it is."
We both made our way upstairs Tom brushing his arm on mine several times trying to get a hold of me, we got upstairs and I hit the bed moaning at the comfy ness that spread around me, I didn't realise Tom was staring at me before I opened my eyes to see him smirk down on me and crawl into bed positioning himself on top of me, I laid frozen not knowing what to do until Toms lips came in contact with my neck.
He left small pecks from my cheek to my neck making me giggle at how adorable he was being, I ran my hand through his hair and he closed his eyes in satisfaction, this went on for another few minutes before he spoke up.
"Y/N/N?" He whispered not wanting to be too loud, "yes" I responded having no idea what he would say next.
We got out of our cuddling position and he lifted me to sit on top of him making both of my legs straddle his waist and hips, he stared into my eyes and tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear, "I love you" he said hoping to get an answer back, "I know Thomas" I sighed looking down but he lifted my chin up "I know you're not ready to love me back but I'm gonna make you trust me,okay?" His eyes went glossy and I looked up to nod my head.
I slowly got off of him to lay my head of his chest and our legs tangled together, Tom leaned into a kiss and our lips molded together perfectly right before my eyes shut close.
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