Requested by quitedreaming: Y/N and Tom are best friends but are secretly in love with each other without realising it. They both tease each other with flirty comments but Tom always goes way further than Y/N. Y/N doesn't want to admit her feelings for Tom to him but one day when he once again takes the flirting further than normal, she can't hide it anymore.

"I'm not joking, you look seriously good in that dress, love. Sexy even." Tom smirked, making me playfully roll my eyes at my best friend as we walked home from our night out.

"I gathered, Tommy, from the thousand times that you've said that tonight, not to mention your hands constantly wondering when we were dancing." I teased.

"What can I say, sweetheart, I just can't resist you." He flirted back, making me smirk and flip him off as we walked along, my heels in my hands as we headed back to his house. Tom and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember, and had flirted with each other for as long as I could remember. Our relationship was your standard best friends deal, with the cliche of me secretly being in love with the insanely attractive and kind boy who sadly, I was convinced, saw me as a sister whilst I was in love with him. Though, I started to doubt how he really saw me when at age eighteen, our relationship seemed to get a lot more flirty than friendly. For the last seven years, Tom and I's friendship had been characterised with constant flirtatious comments, both of us pushing the other to see how far we could go. Tom always took it further than me. For every flirty comment that I'd make, his hand would 'accidentally' brush my ass, or his lips would 'unintentionally' peck the side of my mouth instead of my cheek. Tonight had been no different. The pair of us had gone out clubbing like we normally did, and as usual the night was full of flirty comments, buying each other drinks and rejecting guys and girls who came onto us in favour of staying with each other for the night. We had started to dance, and as normal, Tom's hands had started to wonder. We had ended up dancing with my back against his chest, and his lips had ended up grazing my ear and neck as his hands had gripped my hips and moved down my thighs. The dance had made the sexual tension between us palpable to say the least. Of course I didn't mind any of the flirting and touching, the only issue that I had was that every time Tom took it a step further, I questioned more and more if he felt the same way and therefore if I should have made a move by now. I always reverted back to the opinion that sometimes people were just flirty with each other and that didn't necessarily mean anything, but I had to admit that it was getting harder by the day to not come clean to him about my feelings. It felt like that would be any day now, and that's what worried me.

"If you can't resist me, you'll not say no to carrying me the rest of the way home, correct?" I smiled cheekily at him, making him scoff and stick his tongue in his cheek as he tried not to smirk at me.

"That logic checks out, yes." He chuckled and nodded.

"Good." I returned the nod before jumping.

"Fuck me." Tom scoffed, the boy's arms raising quickly to catch me as I jumped into them.

"Could have warned me, darling." He chuckled, my arms curling around his neck as he carried me along the street bridal-style.

"I did, I literally warned you that I was expecting you to say yes to carrying me." I scoffed.

"Demanding little madam you are, sweetheart." He smirked.

"You know that you love me really, Tommy." I flirted as I teasingly pinched his cheek.

"Yes. I do." He returned, making me smirk, and making my heart almost explode out of my chest as he looked down at my lips. Not that him looking at my lips was anything new, but it always made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl when he did that. It always gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, we'd soon become more than friends.

Nausea swept through me, my head starting to bang as I slowly but surely got pulled out of sleep. I squeezed my eyes shut, the heat of the summer sun flooding into Tom's bedroom as I reluctantly peeled one eye open. I immediately squeezed it shut again, my hungover head way too sensitive for the amount of bright sunlight that was flooding into the room. I looked down at my body, a sigh leaving my lips as I saw that it was clad in Tom's dress shirt from last night. I was guessing that he'd taken it off and I'd promptly stolen it to sleep in. As always, I'd crashed in Tom's bedroom after we'd gotten back, and whilst I loved sleeping next to my best friend and secret crush, the boy always forgot to close his curtains when he was drunk, so I was always rudely awakened by the sunlight the next morning. If it wasn't for all of the flirting, I'd say that he did it to piss me off.

"Fuck me." I groaned as I buried my face more into the pillow.

"Gladly." I heard Tom's raspy voice sound from behind me, making me smirk and look over my shoulder at him. I could tell that he was also feeling the effects of what we'd drank last night, the boy lying on his back and his naked torso not covered by the bed sheets as he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"How are you feeling?" I asked quietly as I rolled over so that my body was facing him as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Like we shouldn't have had those last four shots." He mumbled, making me chuckle and nod as I peeled my eyes open again.

"Thank fuck, Tommy, grab that, would you?" I asked as I saw the pill bottle of aspirin on his bedside table.

"Why?" He scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing as he followed my gaze and grabbed the bottle.

"Why do you think, dumbass? I'm hungover and need some pain relief." I groaned. He looked at me, my eyebrows furrowing as his lips curled into a smirk.

"Say please." He demanded. My eyes widened.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Say please." He nodded.

"Tom, don't be an asshole, just give me the fucking painkillers." I groaned as I reached out to grab it, but he outstretched his arm in the other direction so that the bottle was out of my reach.

"All you have to do is ask nicely, sweetheart, it's not hard, manners cost nothing!" He laughed, his arm continuing to keep the much-needed relief out of my grip as I started to put myself on top of him in an attempt to grab it.

"They do when I'm hungover! Stop being an asshole!" I returned his laugh as I straddled him.

"Woah, hey, that's not fair!" He exclaimed as I tried to grab his arms, but he continued to move them about too quickly for me to get them.

"What's not fair is denying me my hangover cure!" I giggled, making him laugh again. Suddenly, he chucked the pill bottle onto the floor before grabbing my legs and rolling us over, making me squeal as he was now on top of me and in between my legs.

"Tommy!" I laughed and squealed, making him return the laugh as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"What? You didn't ask nicely for the aspirin, so you're not getting any." he smirked and shook his head as I continued to try and get out of his grip. In reality, I had absolutely no issue with him being on top of me, and I knew that even if I didn't want to be in this position with him, he was too strong for me to get him off of me anyway. But I could tell by the butterflies in my stomach that this was another incident where my feelings were getting harder to cover up.

"But I'm hungover, Tommy, please!" I whined.

"Too late, sweetheart, you should have thought about that before being so rude." he continued to tease as he leant down and started to playfully kiss my neck. Well, it was playful to him. To me, it felt really good and was even turning me on a little. His lips continued to kiss at my skin, my eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. And then it happened. Before I could stop it, an involuntary moan slipped my lips at the feeling of Tom's mouth pressing to my skin. My eyes shot open, my heart jumping harshly in my chest at the fact that I had just moaned at what he was doing. Fuck. I sighed and bit my lip, my heart pounding in anxiety at how Tom would react as he pulled away and looked at me. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Did you like that, beautiful? Did you like me kissing your neck?" He nodded, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as he looked down at me.

"No, of course I didn't." I scoffed and shook my head, my heart violently thumping in my chest as I tried to deny how he was making me feel. After all, I still wasn't ready to admit my feelings for Tom to him, and so if I could get myself out of this, I would. He raised his eyebrows at me, a laugh leaving his lips as he studied me.

"You didn't like it, huh?" he questioned before leaning down and placing his lips to my ear.

"Then why did you moan?" He whispered, making me gulp harshly and try to suppress yet another moan as he playfully nipped my earlobe with his teeth. I sighed and closed my eyes, my mind knowing that I couldn't talk my way out of this. It was time. It was time to tell Tom how I felt about him.

"Fuck you. Yes, I liked it." I huffed, making him smirk as he leant down and started kissing my neck again.

"Good. Because I like kissing your neck too." He admitted. My smile dipped at his words, my heart leaping again.

"You...feel the same way?" I asked quietly. He pulled away again to look at me, making me gulp as he gazed down at me with a small smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

"If by that you mean that I love you as more than a friend, then yeah. I do. I haven't been flirting with you for the past seven years for the fun of it, darling. Well, that's a lie, I have been doing it for the fun of it, but also because I love you. It was the only way to reciprocate your feelings for me without making it awkward for you, given that you weren't ready to admit your feelings." He nodded. I bit my lip and looked up at him.

"How long have you known?" I asked. He shrugged and continued to look at me, one of his hands gently stroking my face and my hair as we continued to just lie there.

"I've known since you started to look at me in that very specific, certain way that you look at someone that you love. I recognised it because it's the same way that I look at you." He admitted quietly. I bit my lip and tried not to smile, my heart filling with happiness at hearing that Tom felt the same way about me as I felt for him. It sounded like we had wasted a good few years due to the fact that I wasn't ready to admit to him my feelings, but that was okay. All that mattered now was the fact that it was finally being said.

"Well, now I've admitted it. So, are you going to kiss me or what?" I teased. He smirked and shook his head, making me return the look as he leant down and finally pressed our lips together softly. I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands holding his face as one of his hands gripped my waist. I had waited for seven years for this moment, and it was nothing short of perfect. It was made even better by the fact that I knew that we'd have many more moments like this in the future. I broke the kiss and looked up at him.

"I can't believe that we just wasted seven years on friendship, when we could have been dating, travelling together, fucking each other." I shook my head, making him laugh and bite his lip as his hand continued to gently stroke my hair.

"I know, darling, but it's okay. You weren't ready to admit your feelings yet and that's alright, I wasn't going to rush you. But we know now. And well, I'd love for you to be my girlfriend." He nodded. I couldn't help but smile up at him, the gorgeous boy who was on top of me being my absolute world. I loved him unconditionally, and it felt amazing to know that he felt the same.

"I'd love that too, Tommy. I'll be your girlfriend." I nodded. He returned it and smiled, making me return it as he leant down and kissed me again. I returned the kiss, my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as he held my thigh against his waist.

"How about we start catching up on lost time by fucking each other for the first time now?" I whispered, making him smirk against my lips.

"Don't have to ask me twice, love." He returned, making me giggle and pull him closer as he deepened the kiss.