Requested by pennywinkle0112: Y/N and Tom are enemies who constantly fight during school and family dinners since their families are good friends. Only Harrison sees that Tom really loves her, despite the fact that they both get jealous if the other person flirts with someone else. During a heated argument, things explode and then happen.

Tom and I sat in the headmaster's office, our jaws clenched and eyes glued ahead as we sat waiting for the headmaster.

"I can't fucking believe that you got us sent here." I scoffed quietly. Tom's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at me.

"Me?! You're the one who wouldn't shut the fuck up." He snapped.

"I wasn't even talking to you, asshole! I was having a conversation completely independent of you and yet you butt in anyway!" I spat back.

"I know that it wasn't with me but it was about me, jackass." He nodded. My eyes widened.

"Sorry, so you're allowed to talk about me, but I'm not allowed to talk about you? The double standards are real, you absolute-."

"I advise that you don't finish that sentence, Miss Y/L/N." I clenched my jaw, a smirk curling onto Tom's lips as the headmaster walked in and shut the door.

"I thought that I'd seen the last of you two fighting. That's what I'd hoped, anyway." He sighed as he sat down on his side of the desk.

"I'll stop once she turns into less of a-."

"I'm also going to advise you to shut your mouth too, Mr Holland." He nodded. I smirked and bit my lip at Tom, making it his turn to shake his head and clench his jaw. For as long as I could remember, Tom and I had been sworn enemies. I couldn't remember how it had started given that our families were close friends, but we had just never gotten along. It was a real shame considering that Tom was admittedly very attractive and I could have seen myself with him. If he hadn't been such a dick. Overall it was a very interesting dynamic, as we claimed to hate each other and yet I'd often catch Tom giving guys who flirted with me death stares. He was a hard one to read was Tom. And so we found ourselves here, in the headmaster's office for fighting in class. For the fourth time this week.

"What was the fight about this time?" The headmaster sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"He was being a dick."

"She was being a bitch." Tom and I spoke at the same time before looking at each other. I clenched my jaw at him, making him roll his eyes.

"I don't understand you two. On paper, you should be the best of friends. Your families are friendly with each other, you're both very popular and are in the same friendship circles. What is it about you that means you just don't get along?" The headmaster scoffed and shook his head. My eyes wavered, my heart dropping as I looked at Tom. My heart jumped as he gave me the same look, the look that told me that he was heartbroken behind his eyes. My question was why.

"We just don't. Never have." Tom mumbled as he rubbed his hand over his chin.

"Yup. Nothing more to it." I muttered equally as quietly. The headmaster sighed at us.

"Right. Well, let's stop this here. If you two appear in my office again, I'll have to call your parents in, and I think that that'll be very inconvenient for everyone involved." He nodded.

"Sir, we're eighteen, we don't need our parents to be called on us." Tom groaned.

"Well apparently you do since you're fighting like you're five." He retorted back. Tom sighed and shook his head.

"Get out of my sight. And don't test my threat of calling your parents. Just grow up and avoid each other. That's all you need to do." He shrugged.

"Sir." We both mumbled before standing up. I headed to the door, not bothering to hold it open for Tom as we left the office.

"See you around, dickhead." I mumbled.

"Right back at you, asshat." He retorted, making me roll my eyes as we headed away in opposite directions.

Tom's P.O.V

"You absolute idiots, I can't believe that you were fighting enough to be called to the headmaster's office again!" Harrison laughed at Tom, making the brunette boy roll his eyes as they walked to his locker.

"It wasn't my fault, it was her chatting shit." He mumbled.

"No, it never is your fault, is it?" Harrison teased. Tom rolled his eyes again as they got to his locker.

"Why won't you just admit already that you're desperately in love with her, mate? It's been years of you two fighting like this, all because you're too scared to admit to her your real feelings." He scoffed.

"I've told you a million times before, Haz, I am not in love with her." He spat.

"You can say it until you're blue in the face, mate, doesn't make it true." He shook his head. Tom sighed and looked down, his hand clenching against his open locker door as he processed what Harrison was saying. Suddenly, he heard Y/N giggle, the sound being like music to his ears. He looked down the corridor towards the noise. His heart dropped at what he saw, his eyes wavering as Y/N leant against her locker. Smiling and smirking with the asshat who was talking to her and holding her waist. Tom clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the twangs of jealousy in his heart as he saw Y/N flirting with the guy. He knew that he had no right to feel this way considering that one, he wasn't her boyfriend and two, they weren't even friends. But whilst he knew that he'd never have a chance with the absolutely beautiful girl, he couldn't stand the thought of her getting with someone else. He had fucked it up too much by this point, though, Y/N hated his guts and she believed that he hated her just as much. Which, if Tom was completely honest with himself, was as far as possible from the truth. Not that it mattered now anyway.

"Whatever. She can flirt with another guy, see if I give a fuck." He mumbled.

"Tell your face that." Harrison chuckled, making Tom roll his eyes once again and slam his locker door shut before the pair of them started to head to class.

Y/N's P.O.V

I knocked on Tom's front door, a sigh leaving my lips as I waited for a response. It opened to reveal Tom, making him roll his eyes at me.

"Nice to see you too." I mumbled as I pushed past him and into his house.

"Why is it just you here, and why are you so early? Dinner isn't until seven." He scoffed.

"You're cooking tonight. My mum made me come over to help." I grumbled. Tom rolled his eyes again as he followed me into the kitchen.

"What are we making?" I muttered.

"I'm making salmon. I don't need your help." He spat.

"Look, Tom, I'm here now, and I'll be here until after dinner. We're the only two people in this house, so I'm the only one here to help. Stop being stubborn just for the sake of it and let me fucking help." I snapped. He clenched his jaw, his hands tightly gripping the island that he was leant against as he stared at me.

"Fine. Whatever. Fucking shit luck for me to have you be the only person in the house to help me." He scoffed, making me roll my eyes again as we started to cook.

I stood at the hob, stirring the sauce that was to go with the salmon as Tom chopped up the potatoes for the chips. I'd been here for half an hour now, and apart from our initial fight, Tom and I hadn't uttered a single word to each other. I wouldn't have minded so much if he didn't look so good that I wanted to pounce on him. But I had to resist, of course. My eyes widened as the milk started to bubble over the edge of the pot, making Tom look at it.

"For fucks sake." He spat as he grabbed the pan and rushed to the sink. He chucked it into the sink before looking at me.

"Don't look at me, I did exactly what you told me to do." I shrugged.

"How did it still bubble over then?" He mumbled.

"I don't know, Tom, but I know that I did everything right." I sighed.

"You never do anything right, love, so why is it such a surprise that you fucked this up too?" He muttered. My eyes widened.

"You know what, fuck you, Tom. You've always been such a dick to me unnecessarily, you never have anything fucking nice to say about me." I hissed.

"Why do you think that is?" He snapped.

"I don't know, Tom, you tell me! You're a mean, cruel, fucking piece of shit-."

"Shut the fuck up." He spat as he looked at me.

"Make me, asshole." I snapped. Without skipping a beat, Tom slammed the knife back down against the island before rushing towards me. My eyes widened and I scrambled back, my body soon colliding with the edge of the sink as Tom continued to storm towards me. He smashed our lips together once he got to me, making my eyes widen. I pushed him off of me, both of our eyes wide as I balled my hand into a fist around his shirt.

"Fuck...shit, I don't know what came over me, sorry." He gulped. I returned it, my eyes staring into his beautiful ones as I looked at him. My heart started to thump more harshly in my chest as I realised that this was it. This was my chance. I used my fist around his shirt to pull him back to me, our lips joining again. He returned the kiss, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I pulled him closer. He deepened the kiss, making me smirk against his lips as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. We started to make out, my hands curling around his neck and pulling him closer as he gripped my hips.

"Upstairs, darling." He mumbled. I nodded and pushed him away before moving past him. I took his hand as I passed and rushed us out of the kitchen, Tom quickly turning the oven off as we rushed past it. I pulled Tom up the stairs, the boy quick on my heels as we raced upstairs. I rushed into his room and turned around to face him before smashing our lips together again. He returned the kiss, our tongues and teeth clashing with each other as he shut the door with his foot and we stumbled further into his room. I squealed against his lips as he pulled on my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist, making him smirk against my lips as he carried me to his bed. He put me down and crawled over me, his body in between my legs as he leant up and attached his lips to my neck. He sucked at my skin, my eyes fluttering shut and my breath staggering as his fingers quickly worked to undo my blouse.

"You're fucking gorgeous, love." He mumbled as he kissed down my collarbone and to the valley of my breasts.

"Shut up and do something already." I demanded. He smirked against my skin, his eyes flicking up to look at me as he continued kissing down the skin that was becoming increasingly exposed by his fingers undoing the rest of my shirt. He kissed down to my stomach, the space in between my legs tingling desperately in anticipation as he started to pull my skirt up to my hips. A moan slipped his lips as he pulled the fabric up to reveal my red lace thong. He looked up at me.

"Your sexiness might actually outweigh how much I hate you." he teased, making me roll my eyes at him as he yanked my underwear down. He put my legs over his shoulders, his lips teasingly kissing the insides of my thighs as he looked up at me innocently.

"Tommy, please-." he leant down and attached his lips to my clit, making me cry out and arch my back off of the bed as my hands shot down to his curls.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut and my fingers pulling on his hair as he started to eat me out.

"That feel good, sweetheart?" he hummed against my skin, making me choke as him talking only sent more vibrations coursing through me.

"Fuck, Tommy, amazing, shit." I choked, my eyes rolling back as the knot started to form in my stomach. Tom's lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of my folds as his mouth worked wonders on my core. Every pull of his teeth and flick of his tongue sent me closer to the edge, my body in pleasurable heaven as he pushed me ever closer to the edge.

"Tommy, shit." I moaned, my back arching off of the bed and pushing myself more against his mouth as his arms curled around my legs more. His hands flattened against my stomach and pinned me down, making me choke as the mild restraint was only adding more pleasure to what I was feeling. My mouth hung open, my head digging into his pillow as the knot got increasingly tight to the point where it was about to break.

"Tommy, babe, I'm getting close." I choked.

"Yeah?" he mumbled against my clit.

"Yeah." I nodded. Suddenly, he removed all touch from me, making my eyes shoot open as he started to kiss back up my body. I looked at him.

"What the fuck?" I spat.

"I don't like you, I'm not going to let you cum." he scoffed. I rolled my eyes before grabbing his face and pulling him down to join our lips again. He returned the kiss, my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as his hand reached to his bedside table to grab a condom.

"Why do you have to be so attractive and yet be such a dick?" I mumbled against his lips, making him smirk and gently tug on my bottom lip as he pulled his hard dick out of his jeans and rolled the condom on.

"The same could be asked of you, love." he teased. I smirked and shook my head, making him return it as he leant down and kissed me again. I returned it, his tongue immediately slipping into my mouth and dominating the kiss once again as we made out. Tom used the kiss as a distraction to start pushing into me, quiet sighs and moans leaving both of our lips as he soon bottomed out.

"Fuck, darling, you feel amazing." he moaned as his head dropped to my shoulder.

"Move, Tommy, please." I choked. He nodded and slowly started to thrust his hips, quiet moans leaving my lips with every movement. Within seconds he had picked up the pace, his hips soon slapping against my skin as he started to fuck me more harshly. I choked, my mouth hanging open and my hands around his neck pulling him closer as his hand gripped my thigh and raised it to hold against his waist. My high started to build up again, the fact that Tom had edged me before making it quicker to tighten in my stomach as the boy roughly pounded into me. The smell of sex filled the room, the sound of our skin slapping together bouncing off of the walls and making me grateful for the fact that we were the only ones in.

"You feel amazing, love, I don't know how long I'll last." Tom grunted into my skin as his lips started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin.

"Me neither, you feel so good." I choked. I felt him smirk against my skin before he raised his head. He gave me a small smile, the somewhat loving look making my heart jump as he leant down and kissed me again. Our tongues clashed together, his dominating mine and exploring my mouth for the umpteenth time tonight as he continued to harshly fuck me. His hand gripped my thigh with such strength that it would probably bruise as his hips slapped against my ass, the sound surrounding us as he fucked us both closer to our climaxes. I choked, my mouth hanging open and my head leaning back as the knot became incredibly tight. Until it broke.

"Tommy, fuck, shit." I moaned loudly, my eyes squeezing shut and hands pulling at his curls as the knot broke. My legs shook around his waist, my toes curling and my head digging as far into his pillow as it would go as waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Sweetheart, Jesus." Tom moaned as he came seconds later, his body stilling and the warmth of the condom filling entering me as he came. We panted heavily, our chests rising and falling as we both came down from the admittedly amazing highs. Tom gently pulled out of me before rolling off of me and onto the spare side of the bed, both of us staring at the ceiling as we tried to process what had just happened. I had just had sex with the guy that I was meant to hate. I had just had sex with my enemy. I gulped harshly and looked to my side, my eyes wavering as I saw that his delicious chocolate eyes were already gazing my way.

"What the fuck was that?" I scoffed. Tom's eyes wavered and his Adam's apple bobbed harshly.

"That was my love letter to you." he admitted. My eyes widened, my heart almost stopping in my chest as he uttered those words. His love letter. All of these years, I had thought that Tom had hated me as much as I had pretended to hate him. But he had just admitted to me that he didn't hate me at all. I had a feeling that things were about to change. I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my elbow to look at him, making him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"What do you mean, your love letter to me?" I gulped. He bit his lip and looked at me.

"I meant exactly what I said. I'm in love with you, Y/N, I have been for a long time. The issue, though, was that I thought that you hated me, and so the easiest way to hide my feelings, it felt like, was to pretend to hate you back." he confessed. I gulped harshly at his words.

"I guess that we're both idiots, then. Because I was doing exactly the same thing." I nodded. He looked at me.

"You were?" he asked hopefully. I nodded again and bit my lip.

"I was. Because I really fucking like you too, Tom, I have done for years. But again, I thought that you hated me." I mumbled as I looked down. Tom sighed and rolled onto his side to look at me, his arm curling over my waist to pull me closer.

"I'm so sorry, love. I'm so sorry for the years of fighting when we've felt the same way all of this time. That being said, I'd love to make it up to you by taking you out on a real date. One that doesn't consist of the sexual tension exploding due to a fight." he smiled teasingly, making me laugh and lightly slap his chest.

"I'd love that, Tommy. Sounds perfect." I nodded. He returned it and smiled, making me chuckle and bite my lip as I leant in to kiss him again.