I walked into the kitchen, smiling at the boys as they all sat around the island as Harrison and Tom cooked dinner. 

"I'm bored." Harry huffed, resting his head against his propped-up arm as he held a beer in his other hand. 

"Well, what do you suggest?" I chuckled as I looked at my phone and leant against the counter beside where Tom was cooking. 

"How about some drinking games?" Sam suggested. We all looked at him. 

"Mate, it's five o'clock." Tuwaine scoffed. 

"And all that we've got is beer, we'd drink our entire supply before even getting close to being drunk." Harrison sighed. 

"Actually, that's not entirely true." Tom stated, making all of us look at him. 

"What are you hiding, Tommy?" I asked accusingly. He smirked and winked at me, making me bite my lip as he walked past me to get to his floor-to-ceiling cupboard. He slid the door open, making all of our eyes' widen as the cupboard was filled to the top with bottles of gin. 

"Tom, do we need to tell mum and dad that you need to go to alcoholics' anonymous?" Sam joked. 

"Ha, ha, Ryan Reynolds owns a gin company, and he sent me all of this. So, I think that it's safe to say that we're set for a while." He smirked and nodded. 

"You can say that again." Tuwaine chuckled as I turned around and looked at my phone so that I was facing the counter. 

"Watch, darling." Tom mumbled, making me suck in a breath as he placed his hands on my waist as he passed, the proximity of our bodies almost allowing me to feel his crotch in my ass. Almost. 

"Since we have the supply, how about we play drinking games after dinner?" Harrison suggested. 

"I'm in." Harry nodded, Sam also nodding. 

"Me too." Tuwaine agreed before everyone looked at me. I sighed. 

"Fine. A girl's got to drink in order to survive being the only female in this place." I teased, making Tom smirk and shake his head as he went back to making dinner.

"So, what are we playing first?" Harrison asked as we all sat in a circle on the living room carpet, a shot glass in front of each of us and a bottle of gin in the centre of the circle. 

"How about two truths and a lie." Tuwaine nodded. 

"Ooh, I like it." I chuckled. 

"Just so that everyone knows the rules, one person says two truths and a lie. If the group chooses the correct lie, then the person drinks. If the group chooses one of the truths, the group has to drink. Bear in mind, though, that not all of the group have to deliberate, so if you have no idea what the lie is, you don't have to contribute to figuring out the lie." Sam nodded. 

"That's not fair, Tom and Haz are just going to team up against me and get me drunk because I tell them everything." I whined. 

"Then you better pour small shots, babe, because those are the rules." Tom smirked as he leant back on his hands. I sighed and gulped slightly, trying to ignore the fact that I could see the outline of his abs through the tight t-shirt that he was wearing. 

"Who's going first?" Tuwaine asked. 

"I'll go, those two will get me drunk anyway." I sighed, making Harrison and Tom smirk. 

"Okay, um...my middle name is Y/M/N, I once drunk a whole bottle of vodka, and...I lost my virginity to a guy twice my age." I nodded. Everyone's eyes widened. 

"Surely it's the third one." Sam scoffed. 

"No, not necessarily, he was quite a bit older, but I'm pretty sure that he wasn't double her age at the time." Tom mumbled, staring at me as he tried to work it out. I bit my lip and returned the stare, waiting for him to figure it out. 

"Haz, I think that number three is the lie." Tom nodded as he looked at the blond boy. 

"I think so too. I remember that the first time that she was drunk was from a whole bottle of vodka." Harrison spoke, his eyes also on me. Tom turned back to me and smirked. 

"Number three is the lie." He nodded confidently. I couldn't help but smirk as I raised the shot and downed it, my face screwing up at the taste as the other boys looked at me with wide eyes. 

"What?!" Harry exclaimed. 

"I was eighteen when I lost my virginity, and I lost it to a guy I met in a club. He was thirty, so not double my age, but quite a bit older." I nodded before looking around. 

"Alright, who's next?" 

"Never have I ever...downed a whole bottle of vodka." Tom smirked as he looked at me. 

"Now you're just trying to get me drunk." I whined, downing the shot before grabbing the fourth almost empty bottle of gin from the middle of the circle. 

"I'm pretty sure that you're already drunk, Y/N/N." Sam nodded, slurring his words slightly. 

"But that's fine because you are, and so are you, and so are you, and so are you." I giggled as I pointed to everyone in the circle. 

"We all are!" Harrison laughed, throwing his arms up before lying back on the carpet. 

"Ooh, I have one. Never have I ever been in a movie." Harry giggled, making Tom roll his eyes as he downed his shot. 

"Stop picking easy ones, just because I can hold my alcohol better than you doesn't mean that I'm not drunk." Tom hiccupped as he leant his back against the end of the sofa. Without thinking, due to the alcohol running through my veins, I cuddled into his side and rested my back against his chest. To my surprise, Tom didn't push me away, instead, he looped his arms over my shoulders and held me against his body. 

"Never have I ever...had a twin brother." Sam nodded, making himself and Harry cheer as they clinked their shot glasses before downing the liquid. 

"I think I'm going to go to sleep, now." Tuwaine nodded as he lay down on the carpet opposite Harrison. 

"Oh, pussy, it's only...oh, fuck, it's two-thirty, we've been drinking for four hours." Tom chuckled. 

"Yeah, bedtime for me too." Harry sighed drunkenly as him and Sam also lay down on the carpet, soft snores coming from all of their lips as they drifted into sleep. 

"Is Haz asleep too?" Tom mumbled into my hair. I looked at the blond boy, chuckling as his eyes were shut and small snores were coming from his parted lips. 

"Yup, we're the only ones still standing." I nodded as I slowly started to stand up. 

"I'm not sure that you can say that, darling, you're barely standing." Tom chuckled as he followed suit and stood up. I giggled and took one wobbly step before falling forwards. 

"Woah." Tom chuckled as he caught me, curling his arms around my waist to steady me as I placed my hands against his chest. I gulped and looked up at him, my head luckily not numb enough with alcohol to not be able to clearly see the boy's beautiful face. 

"How about we have that dance now?" I whispered. Tom's smile dipped. 

"You sure? Are you sure that you don't want to go to bed instead? You're too drunk to stand, sweetheart." He chuckled slightly. 

"I'm fine, I want to dance." I nodded. He returned my nod and gave me a small smile before gently leading me to the middle of the carpet, the only space left in the living room that wasn't being slept on. Tom stared at me contently, his eyes filled with love as he curled his arm around my waist and took my hand with his spare one before starting to sway us to non-existent music. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder, allowing him to rest his cheek on the side of my head. We slowly moved from side to side, neither of us saying a word out of fear that we'd ruin the moment. Because this was perfect. I had missed being in Tom's arms like this, and I had waited for three years to get moments like this back. The way that his large hand held mine, and the way that his other hand rested on the small of my back and pulled my body into his was perfect and made me feel like I was home. 

"I missed you, Tommy." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"I missed you too, darling. God, I missed you." He returned as he pressed his lips to my hair. My lips curled into a tired smile, my eyelids growing heavier as I started to sink further into Tom's arms. The boy must have realised what was happening because before I knew it, he leant down and hooked his arm underneath my legs, gently picking me up bridal style as he walked me to the sofa. He gently sat down on the sofa before lying back and letting me go, allowing me to lie on top of him. I yawned quietly, not opening my eyes as I rested my head in the crook of his neck and curled my arm over his waist, his arms holding my waist and my legs so that I wouldn't fall off of the sofa. 

"Goodnight, Tommy." I whispered as I felt myself slipping further into the grasp of sleep. 

"Goodnight, Y/N." he returned, pressing his lips to my head once more as my breathing slowed and I fell soundly asleep.