Requested by mrsholland199601: Y/N and Jacob get into a massive argument and because her window faces Tom's, he sees the whole thing. After Jacob is gone, Tom goes to comfort Y/N, which is when she tells him how toxic her boyfriend really is.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat at his desk, his fingers lightly tapping away at his laptop as he went over and made notes on the 'Spider-Man' script that he'd been sent for the third movie. But the boy had to admit that he was partly distracted. He sat back in his chair and tilted his head, his slightly reclined position meaning that he could look into Y/N's bedroom window that sat facing his. Not that he was hoping to see her particularly, it was just that looking into her room with the hope of her looking back and smiling at him made him think about the night that they'd spent together, a month ago now. After Y/N had drunkenly fallen asleep in his arms, he'd stayed for another hour to make sure that she would stay asleep. Well, that and because the feeling of the girl asleep in his arms had been perfect, and Tom hadn't wanted the moment to end. But he knew that she couldn't wake up and find him still there, so he had snuck out. Apart from their normal passing 'hey's and waves, the pair hadn't really talked since that night, but Tom was hopeful that their new-found friendship would survive that test. He sighed and shook his head, his heart breaking slightly at the in-love thoughts that he had of the girl, that he knew were unrealistic as he leant forward and started to work again.

"I've had enough of your bullshit, I don't want to hear it anymore!" Tom's eyebrows furrowed as he heard Y/N's faint but definitely yelling voice.

"It's not bullshit, Y/N! I mean it!"

"Of course you don't! If you meant it, you wouldn't still be treating me like that around your friends after a fucking year of us being together!" He heard Y/N's and Jacob's voices yelling. Tom pushed his chair back and reclined again so that he could see back into Y/N's room, his Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp as he could see Y/N pacing in front of the window. And boy did she look pissed off.

"I don't treat you like anything other than my girlfriend, babe! All guys treat their girlfriends like that-."

"No, they don't, because if every guy did treat their girlfriend like that, every straight man on this planet would be single!" She yelled back as she raised her hands in exacerbation. Tom's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what the couple were fighting about. Neither of them had said outright what they were arguing over, and their words and phrases alone also weren't enough to deduct that either.

"You've got to know that I don't mean it, babe, come on." Jacob sighed as he went to cup Y/N's waist.

"Don't touch me." Y/N scoffed and flinched away from Jacob's grip, making Tom's eyes widen.

"Fuck." He mumbled, that gesture alone enough to tell him that whatever this fight was about, it was bad. After all, the only times in the past that Tom's ex-girlfriends had refused to let him touch them had been when he'd really fucked up. So, he was guessing that Jacob had also really fucked up. He wondered if it was wrong that he felt a little sense of hope that that was the case. After all, he hated seeing Y/N so upset and it wasn't good that she was fighting with her boyfriend, but also if the fight was serious enough to cause a rift between them, Tom could be presented with the chance to finally pursue his feelings for Y/N. He did wonder.

"For fucks' sake, Y/N, stop acting like such a bitch! It's really not that big of a deal!" Jacob yelled, making Tom's eyes widen as he saw Y/N have the same reaction.

"Wrong move, asshole." Tom scoffed to himself.

"Fuck you, Jacob! How about you find yourself a girlfriend who is actually okay being treated like that, because I'm so fucking over it! Get the fuck out! Get out, now!" She shouted back.

"Fine. But don't fucking come crawling back to me when you finally stop being crazy and realise that you're not in the right here." He spat, making her stare at him as he stormed out of her room. Tom gulped harshly, his heart breaking as he saw Y/N choke and the first few tears roll down her beautiful face. She moved to where Tom knew her bed was so that she was now out of sight of the window, making the boy sigh and bite his lip as he tried to figure out how to be there for her during this. Suddenly, he got an idea. He looked at his phone that was sitting next to his laptop on the desk. Y/N had given him her number when they'd gone to the party in case they got separated, and so he had her number if either of them ever needed anything. And he was pretty sure that Y/N needed a friend right now. He nodded to himself before pushing his chair back to the desk and grabbing his phone.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat on my bed, my head in my hands as I cried into my skin. Jacob and I had just had the biggest fight of our relationship so far, and it was breaking me inside. I fucking hated him in this moment, and I didn't know if I'd be able to forgive him anytime soon for what he'd said during the fight, and what he'd done beforehand to lead to the fight. I choked and shook my head, my body going numb as I felt nothing but lonely. I felt like I had no one, and I didn't know when that would change. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, making me slowly move my hands to look at it. I gulped harshly, my heart leaping in my chest as I saw the message. And who it was from.

Tommy: You okay? X.

I sighed and closed my eyes, embarrassment starting to seep in at the idea that my neighbour and friend had more than likely seen and heard the entire fight. I wasn't embarrassed per se that he'd seen the fight, as I was sure that he'd be on my side once I told him what had started it, it was more the fact that he'd seen me screaming at the top of my lungs whilst tears poured down my face. What a great way for my developing crush to see me, I thought as I stood from my bed. I went to the window, allowing Tom to come into my line of view. He gave me a small smile and raised his phone before tapping it, silently asking the question again. I choked and shook my head, making him sigh and give me a sympathetic smile as he looked down at his phone and started to type away. I bit my lip and just admired him, the beautiful mop of brown curls covering his face as he typed. I knew that Tom and I were just friends, but there was something insanely sweet about what he was doing for me. Checking up on me through two windows and a metre gap between our houses. It was romantic even, the fact that he was caring so much about me. He looked back up at me, making me look down as my phone buzzed with another text.

Tommy: Do you want me to come over so that you can talk? I'm a good listener :) x.

I chuckled and bit my lip, more tears leaving my eyes at how fucking sweet he was. I knew that I had a boyfriend and so having what I suspected were developing feelings for another boy was beyond wrong, but I couldn't help it when Jacob treated me the way that he did, and Tom was there afterwards to pick up the pieces, despite us only having talked properly twice. I wanted that. I needed that. I looked back up at him and nodded, making him return it and give me a small smile as well as a thumbs up before he turned and disappeared from the window.

I sat cross-legged on my bed, my whole body still feeling numb as I waited for Tom to get here. As if on cue, a gentle knock sounded against my door.

"Come in." I mumbled quietly. The door opened and Tom popped his head through the door, a small and apologetic smile on his lips as he saw me. He sighed and moved into my room before shutting the door.

"You okay, Y/N?" He asked as he came and sat down next to me on my bed. I chuckled and shook my head, my eyes still wet with tears as I looked at him.

"No, I'm not. That's my own fault, though, that's what I get for dating an asshole." I choked again. Tom's eyebrows furrowed, the boy shifting so that he was also sat cross-legged in front of me.

"What happened? Because, of course I don't want to pry, but you two have always seemed like the ideal couple. Fuck, you were flirting with each other on your doorstep just hours before you talked to me for the first time." He scoffed and shook his head. I gulped and nodded, my heart hurting at what I was about to admit to the boy who I was starting to fall for, but couldn't find it in myself to admit that just yet.

"Our relationship is a lie, Tommy. Don't get me wrong, he's nice when it's just us, but he changes so fucking drastically when we're with his friends. The fight started because we were hanging out at his friends' house. It was all fine until I went into the kitchen and as soon as I left, his asshole friends started to ask about his sexual conquests with me, as if I'm just some fucking booty call to him. But what was worse was that he didn't stop them, he fed into it. He started talking about all the shit that we do, was describing me as 'such a hot piece of ass', ways that it's fucked up to talk about someone who you're just sleeping with, let alone the girl who you've been with for a year. He always does it too, he always changes into a misogynistic, braggy pig when he's with his friends. I can't complain when he's with me because he's fine when it's just us, but it's like he's a whole different person when he's with them. He talks about me like I'm just someone that he fucks, not like I'm the girl who he's supposed to love and care about. It's like how he's viewed by his friends is always put above his respect for me and the fact that his fucking friends have no right to know what I do and don't do for him when we get intimate. I'm fucking sick of it, Tommy, I can't do it anymore." I choked and shook my head, fresh tears starting to pour out of my eyes as I relived the fight to him. His face softened, nothing but sadness and pain in his eyes as he looked at me.

"Come here, Y/N, oh my god." He sighed, making me choke again and bite my lip as he opened his arms. I happily went into them, my body crawling onto his lap as his arms closed around me and he just held my body. He gently rocked me back and forth, my hands gripping his t-shirt as his hand soothingly stroked through my hair.

"That's so fucked up, Y/N. I'm so sorry, he has no right to treat you like that, no one does." He cooed as he gently pressed kisses to my head.

"He justifies it by arguing that that's what all guys do, that that's how all of his friends also talk about their girlfriends, as if that makes it better for him and doesn't just make them all a bunch of entitled, misogynistic assholes." I sobbed.

"I can promise you, Y/N, that no decent guy would ever talk about any woman like that, let alone his girlfriend. I think that I'd rather have my dick cut off than talk about a woman like that." He nodded. I laughed into his t-shirt, making him smile as he looked down at me.

"Hey, I made you laugh, that's something, right?" He smiled, making me giggle and nod as I continued to let the boy gently hold me. I could hear his heartbeat through my ear pressed to his chest, something feeling calming about him just holding me. Something feeling...right. But of course, the obvious problem was still Jacob.

"So, I-I'm sorry if this is insensitive of me to ask, but did you guys break up? I couldn't tell from the last few screams." He teased lightly, making me chuckle through the tears and shake my head as I looked up at him.

"I honestly don't know, Tommy. I feel like it's too rash to break up right after a fight, so I think that we need to wait a couple of days that are spent away from each other, so that we can figure our shit out. But I tell you something, Tommy. Jacob is a toxic asshole." I choked.

"He sounds it, love. You deserve so much better." He admitted quietly into my hair. My eyes widened slightly, my heart leaping in my chest at both the nickname and his words. Tom had just called me 'love'. And from the way that my heart had almost jumped out of my body, I had liked it. And then there was the 'You deserve so much better'. He was right, but part of me was ever so slightly hopeful that he meant himself when he said that. That he could be my 'so much better'. But I knew that that was extremely wishful thinking, considering that not only had we only just become friends, but also the fact that I was still with Jacob. Potentially not for much longer, but I wasn't a cheater. Not that that mattered right now anyway, as I doubted that Tom saw me like that. But that was okay. I just needed him as a friend right now, that was enough.

"Can you stay with me for a bit, Tommy? I don't want to be alone right now." I whispered as the boy continued to hold me on his lap with his strong arms around my body.

"Course, love. I'll stay for as long as you need me to." He reassured, making me smile gently to myself as he continued to also press soft and soothing kisses to my hair. He sat there and rocked me, my mind and body feeling completely safe in his arms. I felt like I could be myself around him, I felt like nothing bad would ever touch me when I was with Tom. And so whilst he had simply been the boy next door only two months ago, he was now becoming so much more by the day. And I didn't want that to stop.