"Harry, it's not what it looks like." I stammered, trying to avoid any sort of look from Tom. How can I explain this to Harry when I don't even remember it myself? Was I that drunk? I never get drunk - or at least hardly ever. I guess my break up with Haz bothered me more that I thought. Even if it was 2 weeks ago. We were having constant fights, and after our most recent, and our worst fight, we decided it was better to stay friends - just like it had been 6 months before. Since then, we haven't even spoken.

"Holy fucking shit." Harry muttered. "You two hooked up." I shook my head, but Harry isn't stupid.. I mean, I'm half-naked, so is Tom. Raising his eyebrows, he looked at me, then at Tom, and back to me. "You two need to explain. Now."

"I don't remember anything." I looked over to Tom, hoping he would start talking. I remember small parts. Just flashes of memory. The kissing, running my fingers through his hair, him making me laugh. But I'm missing the rest. I just want to know what was going through my head. Why Tom? Out of everyone I could have slept with, why did it have to be Tom?

"We were a bit drunk, I was upset, so was she. We got to talking, and well ..." He went quiet, running his hand through his wet hair. Those curls ... wow. No Y/N, stop, get a hold of yourself.

"A bit drunk? Then how can you not remember?" Harry asked me. He turned to Tom, "Dude did you drug her?"

"No, what the fuck, I'm not that sort of guy. Bartender was a bit of a creep though, I wouldn't put it past him."

"It was a one time thing." I looked at Tom, who kept avoiding my gaze. Yet I couldn't take my eyes off of him: his hair, his eyes, his ... no, no, I can't do this. Tom is Harrison's best friend, I can't do this. Not when I still feel so strongly about him.

"What about Haz? He loved you, and you just slept with his best friend." Harry said, shaking his head. Yeah, he doesn't seem to approve. Neither do I, what the fuck was I thinking?

"I'll deal with it, okay? Will you just wait outside whilst I get changed? We can still go and get some coffee."

"Okay fine. Tom, I'll call you later."

"Are you going to tell Sam about this?" Tom asked, grinning slightly.

"Oh for sure." Harry said, smiling. "He's going to have a field day when he hears." He left the room, and I rushed back to the bedroom, looking round for my shirt. Tom followed me in, and picked up my shirt from the floor, throwing it to me.

"Can we just pretend this never happened?" Tom asked me, starting to get changed. I turned away, and got changed myself. I wish I could pretend, but it happened. There's nothing we can do about it.

"But it happened. I have to tell Haz."

"No you don't. You two broke up, telling him will just hurt him more."

"It shouldn't have happened. It meant nothing." How could I have been so stupid? So irresponsible?

"Not to me!" He said loudly. He widened his eyes, realising what he just said. "No, that's not - just ignore -"

"Tom?" Did he like me? We've been friends for years, and he's never said anything. He's dated people, I've dated people, and I've never got any sort of vibe from him.

"You should go, I can't do this right now." He left the room, and I stood there, frozen in shock. I quickly put on my shoes, and left, walking past where Tom was sitting, his head in his hands. I'll deal with him later, I have to talk to Haz first.

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Chapter written by thewinterspider AKA hollands.tea on Instagram