(Please note: lil' trigger warning, this chapter contains themes of mild sexual assault, so please be mindful of that when reading. Thank you and enjoy xxx)

Tom's P.O.V

Tom stood in front of the full-length mirror that made up the door of his and Y/N's wardrobe, the boy studying himself in the reflection as his fingers worked to do up his black dress shirt. He took a step back and nodded in approval at his look of the black shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. After all, it was his stag do, and so he had to look good.

"Tommy, I think that the boys are here!" He heard Y/N yell from their living room.

"Coming, darling! Let me answer it, fuck knows what they have planned!" He yelled back, the boy chuckling and shaking his head as he thought about what antics his best friends and brothers had the potential to pull out tonight. He headed through to the living room and leant over the sofa to kiss Y/N's cheek, making his beautiful fiancé look over her shoulder at him and smile.

"Ooh, you look very sexy, Tommy." She smirked and bit her lip.

"Well, I have to look good for the stripper, don't I-I'm joking, I'm joking." He smiled and held his hands up in surrender, making Y/N laugh and shake her head as she stood up.

"Yeah, you better be fucking joking." She scoffed and nodded as she put her hands on her hips.

"I am, sweetheart, I promise. Thank you, I appreciate you saying that I look good." He smiled as he curled his arms around her waist.

"Mhm." She teased, making him smirk as he leant down and kissed her. She returned it, their eyes fluttering shut and her hands raising to hold his face as he held her perfect waist. They broke the kiss as a gentle knock sounded against their front door. Tom looked back at Y/N.

"Here we go." He smiled, making her chuckle and sigh wearily as Tom let her go, and went to open the front door. But as soon as he did, he wished that he hadn't. His eyes widened, Harrison, his brothers and his mates all yelling at him as they started to spray the numerous bottles of champagne all over him.

"STAG DO TIME!" Harrison yelled, Tom's best mate dragging out the last word as Tom shouted out and desperately tried to shield himself from the fizzy alcohol, but it was no use. He was soaked.

"You assholes! The floor will be awful now, you dickheads are cleaning it up!" Y/N laughed as she pointed at Harrison, Tom's brothers, and their other mates.

"Sorry, Y/N." Harry chuckled as Sam awkwardly scratched his head.

"I'm sorry, we had to do it, I had to start Tom's night off by ruining it." Harrison smirked as he put his hand on Tom's shoulder.

"Well, mission accomplished." Tom chuckled and shook his head as he raised the bottom of his shirt to wipe the alcohol off of his face.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat in the living room with Tom's mates and brothers, all of us waiting for my fiancé to get quickly showered and redressed after they had dowsed him in half a dozen bottles of champagne.

"So, how far have you two gotten with the planning so far, then?" Sam asked, making them all nod as they looked at me.

"Yeah, it's not going too bad. I actually have my first dress appointment tomorrow." I smiled excitedly.

"Just between us, Y/N, Tom already can't wait to see you in it." Harry chuckled, making my smile widen and a blush creep onto my cheeks at the fact that Tom was already so excited for that part of the day. I looked up, everyone else following my gaze as Tom walked back into the room.

"Great, you're out, are you ready for your stag do?" Harrison laughed as he stood up and grabbed Tom by the shoulder.

"Now, I'm ready." He smirked before looking at Y/N.

"We're going to head off now, darling. I'll see you tomorrow, I love you." He smiled, his hands gently taking my face as he leant down and kissed me.

"I love you too." I smiled into the kiss before pulling away from him.

"Look after my man for me." I chuckled as I looked at Harrison.

"Will do. Come on, let's go, boys, it's time to celebrate Tommy's last night of freedom!" Harrison cheered, making me smirk and cross my arms over my chest as they headed out, and I watched them go before shutting the door behind them.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom walked into the club with Harrison, his brothers, and the other boys. He nodded and looked around as he started to fully get into the mood for his stag do.

"Alright, guys, time to get absolutely fucked." Harrison smirked, the boy patting Tom on the back as they walked in. All of them headed straight to the bar, the thumping music, blinding lights and smell of cheap alcohol already blurring Tom's senses as they reached the crowded space.

"It's my man's stag do, so we'll have two rounds of shots." Harrison ordered, making the barman nod and start to make the drinks as Tom leant against the bar and looked around. He bit his lip and looked over the sea of people. He knew that the whole point of tonight was supposedly his last night out alone before getting married, but all he could think about was how great it would be to bring Y/N here at some point.

"See anyone that you like?"

"What the-" Tom flinched slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as one of the guys invited to his stag do appeared next to him, and promptly knocked Tom's shoulder in the process. Tom didn't really know this guy too well, he seemed to remember his name as 'Marcus', but wasn't definitively sure of that fact. They were mainly the type of acquaintances to only talk in the form of a passing 'hey' if they ever saw each other. Tom didn't really know why he'd even been invited, but the more the merrier, he guessed.

"Meaning what?" Tom scoffed and shook his head, the boy having to raise his voice to be heard over the club's music.

"See anyone that you like? You know, to hook up with." Marcus smirked and nodded. Tom's eyes widened.

"Mate, you do realise that this is my stag do, right? I'm the one getting married." He nodded.

"So? It's called your last night of freedom for a reason." He smirked again. Tom's eyes widened further, a scoff leaving his lips as he shook his head.

"Yeah, no." He spat before turning back to Harrison, just in time for the barman to place a tray of way too many shots to count on the counter.

"Here's to your last night of being a single man!" Harrison cheered, making Tom laugh and nod as he downed the shot, and tried to forget about what the sleazebag of a mate, though obviously a shitty one at that, had just encouraged him to do.

Tom screwed up his face, his eyes squeezed shut and his throat burning from the harsh alcohol as he downed another vodka shot. The boy's head was becoming fuzzy by now, his mind having lost count a few shots ago how many he'd done.

"Jesus, fuck." He winced and shook his head.

"You're such a lightweight!" Harrison laughed.

"Fuck you, it's my stag do, I'll allowed to get drunk too easily." Tom smirked and shook his head.

"Hey, cutie." Tom's eyes widened as he felt a hand be placed on the centre of his back, prompting him to turn around. His eyes widened slightly at the girl who had touched him.

"Erm, hey." He spoke slowly and gave her a small smile before turning back around. After all, he had to make sure to be nice to people, for all he knew, she could just have been a fan wanting a photo. Though, given the fact that she had already touched him without consent, he could figure that she had...other...reasons for coming over here.

"Fancy having a good time?" she smirked, making Tom look at her again as she ran her hand up his arm.

"Yeah, I do, but not with you." He scoffed and shook his head as he gently took her wrist and removed her hand from him.

"Why not, big boy?" she giggled.

"Look, please just leave me alone. I'm not interested, I have a fiancé." He nodded, narrowing his eyes at the stranger woman as he tried to get her to back off.

"Oh, come on, she'll never know, babe." She smirked, making Tom's eyes widen as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I said no." he scoffed as he moved out of her grip and turned back to the boys. Harrison looked at the girl before looking at Tom.

"What's that about?" he asked as Marcus also appeared beside Harrison. Tom sighed and shook his head.

"Just some girl who wanted to take me home, even after I said that I have a fiancé." He mumbled.

"Well, why don't you?" Marcus scoffed. Tom's eyes widened, as did Harrison's as both boys looked at the man.

"Marcus-."

"What?" Tom scoffed at him, and cut Harrison off in the process.

"Look, man, it's your last night of freedom. You're going to have a wife in six months, you're going to be tied down, may as well take advantage of being free while you still can." Marcus shrugged. Tom and Harrison stared at him in disbelief, Tom beyond shocked that one of his mates who was literally at his stag do was honestly suggesting using this chance to cheat on Y/N.

"I'm not free, Marcus. I may not be married yet, but I still have a fiancé at home. Y/N is trusting me to not betray her, and not do anything. I'm not betraying that, I love Y/N." he spat.

"Fine, man. Your loss." Marcus shrugged. Tom scoffed and shook his head, his anger for this man reaching almost nuclear levels as he stared at him.

"Marcus, mate, maybe you should go." Harrison nodded.

"It's fine, I need the bathroom anyway. But, yeah. Maybe don't be here when I get back." Tom spat as he downed another shot before moving past the boys and towards the back of the club. His steps were starting to become uneven, the boy having to make an effort not to stumble and fall as the alcohol had taken an extremely strong grip on him. He was fucked, and he knew that he was fucked. He eventually made it into one of the single bathrooms and shut the door behind him. But then he heard it open again. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned around, his eyes immediately widening as he felt an unfamiliar pair of lips against his own.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed as he pushed the girl away from him and stared at her with wide eyes. It was the same girl as before, the one who Tom had said 'no' to in no uncertain terms. But she obviously wasn't giving up, hence why she'd literally followed him into the bathroom.

"Come on, babe. Show me a good time." She smirked as she started to unbuckle his belt.

"Get the fuck away from me, I said no." he spat and batted her hands away from his belt, though he was starting to get tired from the alcohol that he'd drunk. Meaning that he was losing the energy to not give in to her.

"Your fiancé doesn't have to know." She reassured as she took his face into her hands.

"No, I can't, stop." he mumbled and looked down as the last shot that Tom had had before coming to the bathroom also started to hit him.

"Just one kiss, babe." She nodded. He looked back up at her.

"Just one kiss." She spoke before leaning up and pressing their lips together.