Requested by _miedelas: Y/N and Tom have been dating for seven months, but Y/N doesn't know that their relationship started because of a bet that Tom had with his mates. She accidentally finds out, and so breaks up with Tom. Tom desperately calls her and texts her to try and get her back, and eventually she comes back after Zendaya and Harrison convince her that Tom really loves her.

Tom's P.O.V

"Seriously, I'm not drunk enough for this conversation." Tom chuckled and shook his head as he sat in the bar booth with Harrison, Tuwaine, Sam, Harry, and Jacob.

"Sorry, you'll discuss on international talk shows the fact that you have to wear a thong underneath the suit, but you won't talk about it with your best mates and brothers? Shame on you." Harrison jokingly tutted with a shake of his head.

"People love those stories, so yeah." Tom nodded and smiled, making everyone chuckle.

"I am getting bored, though. We should play something." Harry stated.

"Alright, what should we play?" Tom shrugged. All of the boys looked at each other, none of them having any ideas as they looked at the others for inspiration.

"Great, well, that helps." Sam chuckled.

"How about we do some bets or something?" Tuwaine suggested.

"Go on, then. Tom, this is your night, so you go first." Harrison nodded.

"Fair enough. What am I doing?" The boy asked as he sat up and rested his elbows on the table in front of him. Harrison leant in and started whispering to Jacob, making Tom sigh and roll his eyes at the overly-dramatic looks that the pair were giving him. Harrison smirked and bit his lip as he sat back up properly.

"The bet is this. Either you ask out the next girl who walks into this bar, or you give me the keys to your car to drive for a week." Harrison nodded. Tom's eyes widened, his mouth falling open at his best mate's idea.

"Sorry, what?! You expect me to ask out a random girl, or give you my keys?!" He scoffed.

"Yup. Hand them over now if you're too much of a pussy." Harrison smirked as he outreached his flattened palm. Tom scoffed and shook his head as he stuck his tongue into his cheek.

"No chance. You're on." He nodded before turning his body to look at the door of the bar. He gulped as he did, the nerves starting to set in as he watched the door intently. He had to admit that right now, this felt like a bad idea. What if the next girl to walk in was horrible, or wasn't at all Tom's type? He wasn't a shallow guy, but of course he didn't want to date a girl who he wasn't at all attracted to in a romantic and sexual sense. But then...she walked in. Tom's eyes widened.

"Woah." He breathed quietly, his eyes wavering as they intently watched the absolutely beautiful girl who had just walked in. She had walked in with another woman, though she had definitely been first, and Tom was so grateful for that right now. She had the most gorgeous smile ever, her eyes full of life and her hair flowing as her and her friend headed to the bar. She sat down on the stool and waved over to the bartender to order, Tom's eyes flicking up and down her stunning curves as she sat. The boy was now very glad that he'd taken this bet. He bit his lip and turned back to his friends, all of them smirking and raising their eyebrows at him as they'd obviously also seen the girl, and had seen Tom's reaction to her.

"Let's do this." He nodded, making the boys whoop and cheer as Tom stood up and started to head over to the bar.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Thank you." I smiled at the bartender as he put mine and Sarah's drinks down in front of us.

"I just need the bathroom, watch my bag and drink, yeah?" Sarah checked as she stood from the bar stool.

"Yeah, course." I nodded. She returned it before heading off into the back of the bar, making me sigh and look ahead as I sipped my drink.

"Excuse me." I turned my head again to look back in the direction that Sarah had gone, my eyes widening at what I saw. An insanely attractive man stood there, a gentle and kind smile on his lips as he looked at me with the most gorgeous eyes that I'd ever seen. He had the beautiful hazel curls to match, making this guy exactly my type. And given that we were in a bar and he was presumably about to ask to buy me a drink, I could assume that I was his type too. Fucking jackpot.

"Hey." I chuckled as I swivelled on the bar stool to face him.

"Hey, um, I'm sorry if this is way too direct and blunt, but I just saw you walk in, and, well, I think that you're stunning. So, I wondered if I could buy you a drink." He smiled.

"I've just bought myself one, but you're welcome to get the next round." I returned.

"Awesome." He chuckled and nodded before hopping up onto Sarah's bar stool.

"I'm Tom. You are?" He asked.

"Y/N. It's great to meet you, Tom." I smiled.

"Likewise, Y/N." He returned, making me bite my lip and try not to blush as the boy gently took my hand and kissed the back of it.

"So, at risk of using the most cliche line known to man, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He smiled, making me laugh and shake my head as I looked at him.

"My friend lives around here, and wanted to go out. Nothing exciting." I chuckled and shook my head.

"To be fair, it's the same for me. My mates and I fancied a night out, but we're not from here, so we just found the first place that looked okay. Though, given that it attracted you, we obviously picked correctly." He flirted. I smirked and looked down, the boy's words making my heart flip in my stomach as we sat and talked. After all, this guy was easily a ten, and I wouldn't put myself at more than a seven on a good day, and so I was shocked, but also very flattered, that he was trying to pick me up out of all girls in here. Though, I was going to let him.

"I have to get back to my mates now, I'm afraid, but can I have your number? I'd love to get to know you more." The kind boy smiled.

"Trust me, the feeling's mutual." I nodded, making him smirk and bite his lip as I gently took his phone from him and added in my number before giving it back to him.

"Well, Y/N, it was amazing to meet you, and I hope that our paths cross again soon." He continued to flirt as he stood up from the bar stool.

"I'm sure that they will, Tom." I smiled. He smirked and nodded as he leant in and kissed my cheek before pulling back and walking away. I watched with my lip in between my teeth, my heart still racing at how kind and flirty he'd been. And I had loved every second of it.

Tom's P.O.V

"I have to get back to my mates now, I'm afraid, but can I have your number? I'd love to get to know you more." Tom smiled.

"Trust me, the feeling's mutual." Y/N nodded, making him smirk and bite his lip as the beautiful girl gently took his phone from him and added in her number before giving it back to him. Tom's heart had been doing somersaults in his chest since he had started talking to the gorgeous girl, so whilst him chatting her up had purely been a bet, he was now genuinely interested in getting to know her, and to see if this could be more. And now that he had her number, he could do that.

"Well, Y/N, it was amazing to meet you, and I hope that our paths cross again soon." He continued to flirt as he stood up from the bar stool.

"I'm sure that they will, Tom." She smiled. He smirked and nodded as he leant in and kissed her soft cheek before pulling back and walking away. He tried not to look too giddy and excited as he headed back to the boys, all of them looking at him with raised eyebrows as he approached the booth.

"So?" Jacob scoffed.

"Her name is Y/N, and she was really lovely. I got her number and all." Tom nodded as he sat back down.

"Ey, nice one, mate!" Harrison laughed and patted him on the back.

"Yeah." He chuckled and nodded again, his lip in between his teeth as he looked down at the girl's number in his phone. He already knew that he'd be calling her tomorrow, even if the others didn't yet.

That whole interaction had been seven months ago now, and Tom was living his best life possible with Y/N by his side. He had called her the day after they had met for their first proper date, and they had been together ever since. What had started off as a stupid bet had led Tom to meet the love of his life, and that was something that he'd be eternally grateful for. Even if Y/N didn't know that he'd only approached her because Harrison had dared him to. But that didn't matter, because everything since approaching her had been real, not to mention the fact that as soon as Tom had seen her, he had wanted to approach her anyway. In his mind, she didn't need to know. Tom snapped out of his thoughts as the doorbell rang, making him look over the edge of the sofa at it.

"I've got it, Tommy." Y/N stated as she emerged from the kitchen and headed to the front door.

"Thank you, my love." He smiled, making her return it as she opened it to reveal Harrison stood there.

"Haz, hey! How are you doing?" She laughed, Tom watching from the sofa as his girlfriend and best mate hugged each other.

"I'm good, yeah, what about you?" He smiled in return.

"Life is kicking my ass, but when isn't it? It's lucky that I have Tommy." She chuckled, making Tom smile and bite his lip as Harrison sat down on the opposite sofa to him.

"I'm sure. You must be super happy that I bet him to talk to you, seeing where it's gotten you." Harrison smiled. Immediately, Tom's entire body went cold. His smile dipped, his eyes widening as he looked at Harrison.

"Harrison, shut up." He gulped as Y/N's eyes wavered and her smile slowly dipped.

"What are you talking about, Haz?" The girl chuckled nervously. Harrison's eyes widened, the boy also gulping as he realised that he'd fucked up.

"You never told her?" He scoffed.

"Never told me what? Someone better start talking." Y/N returned Harrison's scoff as she looked in between the boys. Tom gulped harshly, his heart pounding so harshly that he was starting to feel sick as he knew that this was it. There was no way that he could lie his way out of this.

"It's not what it looks like, sweetheart. B-basically, the night that we met, Harrison made a bet with me that I wouldn't ask out the first girl who walked into the bar after the bet was made. The first girl was you." He admitted as he stood up and went to Y/N. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open at his confession.

"What?! You asked me out for a bet?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, but everything after that has been real! All I had to do was talk to you, I didn't have to get your number, I didn't have to continue talking to you, only originally talking to you was the bet!" Tom insisted.

"Oh, well lucky me that you decided that I was good enough for you to continue talking to! I can't believe that our whole relationship is a lie, based off of a fucking bet!" She choked and shook her head. Tom's eyes widened, his heart breaking and immense guilt starting to creep in at her words. Whilst he would openly acknowledge that first talking to her was a bet, none of it after that had been. He had genuinely fallen in love with her in the months that they'd been dating, so much so that he now saw her as his future wife and mother of his children. Though, after this, she may not be that, and that wouldn't be by Tom's choice.

"Sweetheart, I swear to god that it isn't like that-."

"Fuck you, Tom, don't tell me that it isn't like that when you've just admitted to only talking to me for a bet. We're done." She cried and shook her head as she turned around to walk away. Tom's eyes widened further, his heart plummeting to his feet at her words as she stormed into their bedroom.

"Wait, what?! Please, darling, I swear to you that only initially talking to you was the bet, everything else has been real! Even talking to you was real, you've got to believe me." He choked as he rushed after her.

"How, Tom?! How am I supposed to believe you when you've had SEVEN months to tell me this, and it took your best mate accidentally mentioning it for you to come clean?! If you knew that it wasn't an issue, why didn't you tell me when we first started dating?!" She sobbed.

"Because I didn't think that it mattered, sweetheart! I would have approached you anyway-."

"But you didn't. You approached me because of the fucking bet." She choked and nodded. Tom returned the choke and bit his lip, his eyes now red and puffy with tears as he stared at the love of his life. She just returned the stare, silence filling the room as an overwhelming feeling of guilt started to overtake Tom. He felt fucking awful, he felt awful for the fact that his delayed admittance to this had led his girlfriend to believe that their entire relationship was a lie. And right now, he didn't know how to prove otherwise to her. She scoffed and shook her head, her hands grabbing her clothes from their wardrobe and shoving them into the suitcase open on their bed.

"I can't do this, Tom. I love you, but clearly our whole relationship is based on a lie. And I can't be with someone who's lied to me for seven months, no matter how much I love them." Y/N choked.

"Please, love, just give me a chance to make this right-."

"I'm sorry, Tom. No." She whispered and shook her head. He choked, his mouth hanging open and tears running silently down his face as he watched her close the bag and zip it up. She carried it past him and out of the room, the boy's feet seemingly stuck to the spot so that he couldn't follow her as his entire body went numb. The feeling of pure guilt had stuck him to his place, his heart breaking into a million pieces in his chest as he let her go. Everything in him was screaming to not let her, to run after her, to make this right, but right now...he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. Couldn't go after her. And so...couldn't get her back.

Y/N's P.O.V

I stood in the kitchen of mine and Tom's shared apartment, my hands cutting the food for dinner as I cooked. I had been with Tom for seven months now, living with him for one, and things had been amazing. What I had thought would be a meaningless number exchange in a bar had turned out to be so much more, and I was beyond grateful for that. After all, it had led me into a relationship with the love of my life. I snapped out of my thoughts as the doorbell rang.

"I've got it, Tommy." I stated as I emerged from the kitchen and headed to the front door.

"Thank you, my love." He smiled, making me return it as I opened it to reveal Harrison stood there.

"Haz, hey! How are you doing?" I laughed, Tom watching from the sofa as Harrison and I hugged.

"I'm good, yeah, what about you?" He smiled in return.

"Life is kicking my ass, but when isn't it? It's lucky that I have Tommy." I chuckled, making Tom smile and bite his lip as Harrison sat down on the opposite sofa to him.

"I'm sure. You must be super happy that I bet him to talk to you, seeing where it's gotten you." Harrison smiled. My eyebrows furrowed at his words, Tom's smile dipping and his eyes widening as he looked at Harrison.

"Harrison, shut up." He gulped as my eyes wavered and my smile slowly dipped, my heart starting to thump more harshly as I tried to work out what the boy had meant by the statement.

"What are you talking about, Haz?" I chuckled nervously. Harrison's eyes widened, the boy also gulping as he realised that he'd fucked up. The problem was that I didn't know why he'd fucked up.

"You never told her?" He scoffed as he looked at Tom. My eyes widened again.

"Never told me what? Someone better start talking." I returned Harrison's scoff as I looked in between the boys. Tom gulped harshly.

"It's not what it looks like, sweetheart. B-basically, the night that we met, Harrison made a bet with me that I wouldn't ask out the first girl who walked into the bar after the bet was made. The first girl was you." He admitted as he stood up and went to me. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open and my heart plummeting harshly to my feet at his confession.

"What?! You asked me out for a bet?!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, but everything after that has been real! All I had to do was talk to you, I didn't have to get your number, I didn't have to continue talking to you, only originally talking to you was the bet!" Tom insisted.

"Oh, well lucky me that you decided that I was good enough for you to continue talking to! I can't believe that our whole relationship is a lie, based off of a fucking bet!" I choked and shook my head. I knew that maybe, I was being a little harsh right now, that the bet had probably only been to chat me up. But the fact of the matter was that Tom had had seven months to come clean to me about how our relationship had really started, and yet he had chosen never to tell me the truth. In fact, he had only come clean because of Harrison accidentally saying something. And right now, all of that was leaving me fucking heartbroken. Tom's eyes widened.

"Sweetheart, I swear to god that it isn't like that-."

"Fuck you, Tom, don't tell me that it isn't like that when you've just admitted to only talking to me for a bet. We're done." I cried and shook my head as I turned around to walk away. Tom's eyes widened further as I stormed into our bedroom.

"Wait, what?! Please, darling, I swear to you that only initially talking to you was the bet, everything else has been real! Even talking to you was real, you've got to believe me." He choked as he rushed after me.

"How, Tom?! How am I supposed to believe you when you've had SEVEN months to tell me this, and it took your best mate accidentally mentioning it for you to come clean?! If you knew that it wasn't an issue, why didn't you tell me when we first started dating?!" I sobbed.

"Because I didn't think that it mattered, sweetheart! I would have approached you anyway-."

"But you didn't. You approached me because of the fucking bet." I choked and nodded. Tom returned the choke and bit his lip, his eyes now red and puffy with tears as he stared at me. I just returned the stare, silence filling the room as an overwhelming feeling of sadness and regret started to overtake me. Regret at what, I wasn't sure, but I was feeling it. Maybe regret over the fact that I'd been so harsh already...or maybe regret at the fact that I had given him a chance in the first place. After all, look where it had gotten me. Seven months of pure fucking lies. I scoffed and shook my head as I grabbed my clothes from our wardrobe and shoved them into the suitcase open on our bed.

"I can't do this, Tom. I love you, but clearly our whole relationship is based on a lie. And I can't be with someone who's lied to me for seven months, no matter how much I love them." I choked.

"Please, love, just give me a chance to make this right-."

"I'm sorry, Tom. No." I whispered and shook my head. He choked, his mouth hanging open and tears running silently down his face as he watched me close the bag and zip it up. I carried it past him and out of the room, my lips also not saying anything to Harrison as I wordlessly carried the bag out of our apartment and down the hallway. Tom and I were officially over. Even if I didn't want us to be.

I sat on my sofa, my whole body numb and tears still running down my face as I sat surrounded by empty ice cream cartons and empty tissue boxes. I mindlessly watched whatever fucking dumb programme was now on the TV, though I knew that I wasn't really watching. It had been a week since I had left Tom, and both of us had been a mess since. I hadn't stopped crying, and I knew that Tom was a mess too from the abundance of calls and texts that I had received from him. I of course hadn't answered any, but they all went along the lines of 'Please come back, I love you and I'm so sorry, please let me make this right'. Currently, I hated to admit that I was in two minds about taking him back. On the one hand, he had lied to me for seven months, he had never thought it important to clarify early on that only talking to me was a bet, that the rest had been real. But on the other hand, I missed him, and I loved him, and it was obvious that he felt the same. The way that he treated me, the way that he hugged and kissed me at night, the countless messages that he'd sent me, begging for my forgiveness. And so whilst I was currently trying to be strong, I didn't know how much longer I'd last. I looked over the edge of my sofa as I heard a knock on my front door, making me sigh as I stood up to answer it. I opened the door, my eyes widening as Zendaya and Harrison stood on my doorstep.

"Guys-what the fuck are you doing here?" I scoffed.

"Hello to you too, babe." Zendaya sighed as they both strolled into my apartment. I returned her sigh and shut the door.

"Sorry, Z, I didn't mean it like that. I just wasn't exactly ready for company." I chuckled awkwardly, an embarrassed blush creeping over my cheeks at the fact that two of my best friends were seeing my apartment in this state.

"It's okay, I know that you didn't. But that's why we're here." She nodded. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked between them.

"What?" I gulped.

"You're not the only one who's a mess right now, Y/N. Tom is too, he hasn't even gotten out of bed since you left. Look, no one is saying that what he did was okay, he fucked up. But he's telling the full, wholehearted truth when he tells you that the bet ended the second that he talked to you for the first time." Harrison shook his head. I sighed and looked down.

"I know that he hurt you, Y/N, and you have every right to demand some remorse from him. But that's exactly what he's showing. You're his world, Y/N, I've never seen him this torn up and upset over a break-up before. You truly mean everything to him, and it'll kill him if he can never make this right." Zendaya nodded. I gulped and looked back up at them again, tears pricking my eyes at their words.

"I'll come back. Because it'll kill me too if we can't work this out." I admitted. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other.

"Surely, it can't be that easy." Harrison scoffed.

"Look, guys, I've been tearing myself up over this too for the last week. I've had this constant internal battle of wanting to stay mad at him, wanting to make him pay for not telling me the truth, and wanting to just run back into his arms that feel like home. He has a lot of making up to do, but he can't do that unless I go back. So, yes. I'll come back." I nodded.

"Amazing, Y/N, thank you. He'll be so glad to have you home." Zendaya spoke as she rested a soothing hand on my arm.

"Trust me, Z. I'll be glad to be home too." I nodded.

I quietly unlocked the front door to mine and Tom's apartment, my eyes timidly looking around as I carried my bag over the threshold. Tom rushed out before I could even shut the door, making both of our eyes waver as we saw each other.

"D-darling? I was expecting that to be Haz or Zendaya, telling me that you weren't coming back yet, o-or ever." He choked and shook his head as he slowly walked towards me. I returned the head shake and bit my lip as I also tried and failed not to cry.

"No. It's me. I'm home." I nodded. He choked again, making me return it as he immediately rushed to me. He threw his arms around my waist and picked me up, our faces buried into each other's shoulders as he spun me around and we cried into each other's skin. He put me down after a moment and smashed our lips together. I returned it, my eyes squeezing shut and letting more tears leave them as I desperately held onto his face. I broke the kiss after a moment and pressed our foreheads together, both of us panting at the tension and speed of the moment. I bit my lip and looked at Tom, him returning the glance with his gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"I'm so fucking sorry, love, I'll never be able to say that enough. I'm sorry that I didn't just tell you, that you had to find out by accident. I promise that I'll make this up to you." He cried and shook his head. I gave him a small smile and nodded as my fingers gently stroked the skin of his cheeks.

"I won't lie to you, Tommy, you have a lot of making up to do. But I've been sitting around my old apartment all week, crying because of how much I miss you. How much I missed your cooking, missed your arm around me in our sleep, even missed you quietly singing to yourself in the shower. I missed it all, and so I knew that I had to come home." I nodded.

"Good, because I missed all of it too. I truly love you, sweetheart, and I'm so sorry that I ever made you doubt that. But I swear to you that the only part of the bet was talking to you, that's all it ever was, and I probably would have talked to you anyway, because fuck. From the second that I saw you, my breath was taken away. I was absolutely enthralled by you, and that hasn't stopped since. But I'm still so, so sorry." He whispered.

"I know, Tommy, I know. And I forgive you." I reassured. He breathed a sigh of relief, making me give him a small smile as I tightly hugged him again. We just stood in our hallway, our arms tightly wrapped around each other as if we were afraid to let each other go. Maybe because we had done, just a week ago. But now we were back together, for good. It would take Tom some convincing to make me properly forgive him, but he was already well on the way to that, and so I had faith that in time, we would be back to normal. And for that, I couldn't wait.