Requested by bohemian1220: Tom is in a relationship with someone, but breaks up with her when he finds out that she's been sleeping with someone else. He goes back to his parents', but won't tell them or his brothers why he left his ex. One night whilst at the pub, he runs into his ex-girlfriend, Y/N, who is a bartender there. They start to hang out again and Tom starts falling for her again. But then just before they get back into a relationship, Tom's ex shows up and tells him that she's pregnant with his baby.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat on the sofa in his living room, tears streaming down his face and his eyes just staring ahead as he gripped his hands tightly together. He heard Mia sigh quietly next to him, though it sounded a thousand miles away as he desperately tried, but failed, to process what his girlfriend had just told him. Or rather...what his ex-girlfriend had just told him.

"I really am sorry, Tom. I never meant to hurt you, it was something that just happened-."

"No, Mia, buying the wrong product is something that just happens, o-or a car crashing into yours, you repeatedly sleeping with another guy isn't something that just happens." He spat and shook his head as he looked at her. She just sighed again, the girl seemingly not even slightly remorseful at the fact that he had just caught her cheating. And from what she'd told him, it was far from the first time that this had happened too. Tom scoffed and shook his head as he looked forward again, his head now pounding with how much he'd been crying as he couldn't bear to look at his girlfriend of a year. Not after she'd just admitted to having been cheating on him for half of that time. He was heartbroken. And he needed to get the fuck out of her presence.

"I can't do this, Mia, I'm sorry. I can't even stay in the same house as someone who's done that to me, let alone stay in a relationship with them." He choked and shook his head, making her eyes widen as he shot up from the sofa and started to rush through to their bedroom.

"You're not leaving, are you?! Tom, we can work this out, please!" the girl exclaimed as she followed him through.

"Work what out, Mia?! Because no matter how much you apologise, how much you beg on your hands and knees, it won't change the fact that you've been fucking this guy for half of our relationship! It won't change the fact that the last time that you fucked him was literally half an hour ago. So, no. We can't work this out." He scoffed. She returned it and bit her lip, making Tom sigh and look down at the suitcase that he had started shoving stuff into. He shook his head and continued to pack, every inch of him knowing that he had to get out of here, he had to leave.

"Delete my number from your phone. Delete my parents' numbers, my brothers', Harrison's, everyone, I don't want you contacting any of them from here on out. I want you out of all of our lives. We're done." He nodded before zipping up the suitcase and carrying it out of the bedroom.

~One week later~

Tom walked into the pub, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked around the familiar space that was only a five-minute walk from his parents' house. He'd been staying there for a week now, but had yet to tell them or his brothers why he was there, and not with Mia. They had been constantly asking what had happened between the pair of them since he'd arrived, and so he had decided that he needed space. Hence how he'd ended up here. He looked down at his phone, the boy distracted as he started to wander to the bar. After a moment, he put his phone away again and looked up as he approached the partition. And that...was when he saw her. Tom's eyes wavered, his heart jumping slightly in his chest at the sight of his ex-girlfriend before Mia, Y/N, washing glasses from behind the bar. Tom gulped harshly, the girl even more beautiful than the day that they had broken up, two years ago. The truth behind Tom and Y/N's old relationship was a lot more civil and amicable than that of Tom and Mia's. Tom had been utterly in love with Y/N, and he had been sure that she had felt the same about him. But ultimately the constant travelling and being away from her had put too much strain on the otherwise perfect relationship, and so the pair had mutually decided that it was best to go their separate ways. Behind closed doors, the break-up had torn Tom apart, especially as he had been convinced that Y/N was the one for him, the love of his life. And seeing her again now, for the first time in two years, he didn't think that that had changed. He took a deep breath, his heart thumping in anxiety as he walked up to the bar.

"Hey." He just about managed to get out.

Y/N's P.O.V

I stood behind the bar, my hand in the beer glass to dry it after having washed it as I tried to make it through my agonisingly long shift.

"Hey." I looked up, and my eyes immediately widened. My mouth fell open, my heart almost stopping at what I saw. Or rather...who I saw. Tom gave me a small smile as he walked to the bar and sat down in front of me. I gulped harshly and just looked at my ex-boyfriend, him looking just as good, if not better, as he had done the day that we had broken up. His curls were the longest that I'd ever seen them, with the beautiful wisps of hair curling around his forehead and slightly over his eyebrows. His stunning chocolate eyes hadn't changed at all, except for the sadness that was currently in them. I had to wonder why that was there, too.

"Tom, h-hey, um...it's been a while." I chuckled, making him smile and nod as he rested his elbows on the surface of the bar and joined his hands together.

"Yeah, it has been. How have you been?" He smiled kindly. God, I had missed that look, I thought to myself as he seemingly just admired me.

"Yeah, not too bad. Same dead-end job, but it pays the bills. What about you? I know that you've been doing amazingly for yourself." I teased. He chuckled and nodded, though that dipped slightly as he looked down.

"A-actually, um...the truth is that I've been better. I broke up with my girlfriend last week after finding out that she'd been sleeping with someone else for half of our relationship." He admitted as he looked back up at me. My eyes widened at his words, my heart breaking on his behalf.

"Fuck...Tom, I'm so sorry. No one deserves to go through that." I sighed and shook my head.

"Yeah, I know, it's not great. Still, at least I know now. At least I'm no longer with someone who's lying about loving me." He nodded as his eyes flicked up to look at me again. I sighed and gave him a small smile before grabbing a small glass. I turned around and poured some whiskey into it before turning back to him.

"On the house, with the hope that whiskey is still your poison of choice." I smiled, making him chuckle and nod as I put it down in front of him.

"It is still my poison of choice, thank you. That's what I always loved about you, the fact that you always remembered the small details. All of the things that felt insignificant to me, and yet you knew it all. It was nice, made me feel like you really loved me and cared about me." He admitted.

"That's because I did, Tommy. I loved seeing your face light up when I would buy you cologne that was your favourite scent, or when I'd get Tessa her favourite treats. It was all worth it to see you so happy." I shrugged, both of us now completely engrossed in the conversation, and each other, as we softly gazed at one another. Just like how it used to be. It was as if nothing had changed, and maybe it hadn't. Despite mine and Tom's break-up having been civil and friendly, I had still wanted to get over him, for the pure fact of not killing myself over the fact that I wouldn't get to be with the love of my life. And so I had tried, and had thought, that I had successfully moved on from the insanely attractive and kind boy. But looking at him now, completely willingly allowing all of the good times to come flooding back and realising more that we hadn't had any bad times, I wondered if I'd ever moved on at all. And by the looks of it, I hadn't.

"I still miss you sometimes, you know, sweetheart, the fact that you remembered everything being a prime example of why. Why I loved and cared about you so much. Why I still miss you so much." He spoke quietly with a soft smile on his gorgeous lips. I returned the smile and bit my lip, my heart fluttering in my chest at the realisation of where this was going. And, well, I was going to let it.

~Four months later~

"Tommy, stop! Stop, fuck you, stop!" I squealed and laughed, the boy returning it as he lay on top of me and ran his fingers up and down my sides in order to tickle me.

"No! I love hearing you laugh, so why would I stop?" He admitted with a smirk. I squealed and laughed again, my heart warming at Tom's words like it always did. He stopped after a while, making me sigh in relief as he sat back up, but kept his arm around my waist so that I could cuddle into his side.

"About fucking time, thank you." I puffed out, making his smirk widen as he kissed my head. It had been four months since Tom and I had been reunited completely by chance at the bar in which I worked after two years, and things had been amazing. We had quickly discovered that despite being broken up, we had never ended up deleting each other's phone numbers, and so quickly started talking regularly again. Within a few days, we had started hanging out again, under the pretence of friends, but it became clear within the first few times hanging out again that both of us still had deeper feelings. Whether it was me cuddling into Tom's side, or his fingers tracing soft circles on my waist over my clothes, I felt just as in love with the boy as I had done two years ago. Though, I doubted now that I'd ever fallen out of love with him. The question currently was if he still felt the same too, and if us rekindling our friendship would blossom into us getting our relationship back. Right now, all I could do was hope, but with how Tom was acting around me too, he was just as game for us to try again as I was. I snapped out of my thoughts as Tom's doorbell rang, making us both look over the sofa and into the corridor.

"You expecting someone?" I chuckled teasingly as his eyebrows furrowed.

"No, just you. Hang on, I'll be back in a second." He nodded before turning his head to kiss my hair again. I smiled and bit my lip at the gesture, my cheeks flushing and my heart fluttering as he moved his arm from around me and stood up before heading out of the living room and into the hallway. I sighed out in bliss and looked back at the TV, my mind only just realising how in love with Tom I still was as I willed for him to come back, and put his arm back around me.

Tom's P.O.V

"Tommy, stop! Stop, fuck you, stop!" Y/N squealed and laughed, the boy returning it as he lay on top of the beautiful girl, and ran his fingers up and down her sides in order to tickle her.

"No! I love hearing you laugh, so why would I stop?" He admitted with a smirk. She squealed and laughed again, Tom's heart warming and filling with pure love at the sounds coming from her as he continued to make her laugh. He stopped after a while, making her sigh in relief as he sat back up, but kept his arm around her waist so that she could cuddle into his side.

"About fucking time, thank you." She puffed out, making his smirk widen as he kissed her head. It had been four months since Tom and Y/N had been reunited completely by chance at the bar in which she worked after two years, and things had been amazing. Even after two years apart, they had never ended up deleting each other's phone numbers, and so quickly started talking regularly again. Within a few days, Tom had invited Y/N over again for the first time and so they had started hanging out again, under the pretence of friends, but it became clear within the first few times hanging out that both of them still had deeper feelings. Whether it was Y/N cuddling into Tom's side or playing with his hair, or his fingers tracing soft circles on her beautiful curves over her clothes, he felt just as in love with the girl as he had done two years ago. Their break-up felt like a complete regret, and Tom just wanted to act as if everything since Y/N had never happened. The question now was if she still felt the same too, and if them rekindling their friendship would blossom into them getting their relationship back. Tom certainly hoped so. The boy snapped out of his thoughts as his doorbell rang, making the pair of them both look over the sofa and into the hallway.

"You expecting someone?" Y/N chuckled teasingly as Tom's eyebrows furrowed.

"No, just you. Hang on, I'll be back in a second." He nodded before turning his head to kiss her hair again. She smiled and bit her lip at the gesture as he moved his arm from around her and stood up before heading out of the living room and into the hallway. He walked towards the door, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to work out who would be calling at this hour. But as soon as he opened the door...he'd wished that he hadn't.

"Hey, Tom." Mia gave him a small smile.

"Mia, I didn't want to hear it four months ago, and I still don't want to hear it now, goodbye." He scoffed and rolled his eyes before starting to shut the door again.

"Trust me, Tom, I've got something new to tell you, and you're going to want to hear it." She nodded. His eyebrows furrowed, his interest admittedly peaked by his ex-girlfriend's words. He opened the door fully again and looked at her.

"What is it, then? I've got someone over, the quicker that you can leave, the better." He nodded bluntly. Of course normally, Tom would never be this rude to someone, but she had cheated on him for six months before he had caught her, she hadn't even come clean herself. And so, he figured that he had the right to be a little bit of an ass. She sighed and looked at him.

"I know that we didn't leave off in a good place, and I know that it's my fault, but I'm about to tell you this, and you need to listen and believe me. You need to believe me." She nodded. Tom's eyebrows furrowed further, only more confusion adding to his head at her words.

"Go on then, out with it." He nodded.

"I'm pregnant, Tom." She finally spoke. His eyes widened, his heart plummeting to his feet at her admittance. But it was the three words that he knew that were coming next that scared him the most. The words that he desperately didn't want to hear...but knew that he was about to.

"And...it's yours."