"Tom, I don't think that's the right spot."

"No, trust me, it's the right one."

"I think this is the most awkward position yet."

"I'd have to disagree, remember last week?"

"Yes, but last week there wasn't three of us."

Tom body cranes over your own, his body strained and tense. You are strained yourself, your body quivers from the intense pressure you are putting on it. Harrison lets out a retained breath, grunting as he repositions himself.

"Guys, it's Twister not advanced yoga." Harrison states, daring not to move.

"Same thing." You grunt, trying to ignore the pain spreading through your body.

The three of you had decided in a bored impulse to play Twister. Since Tom had the week off, you all went home to visit Tom's family.

"Come on, it's not that hard." Tom scoffs lightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Spiderman slash gymnast slash gym buff, did you say something?" You rebut, shooting him an unimpressed glare.

Tom sticks his tongue out at you and you return the favour, resisting the urge to smile. You turn to Harry who just so happens to be in an equally awkward position.

"You good, there, Haz?" You ask, trying to ignore the searing pain in your arms.

"Just dandy! You?" Harry replies smoothly, trying to disguise his pain.

"Oh, I'm doing swimmingly!" You give him an unconvincing smile.

The door creaks open revealing Tom's mum holding a batch of freshly baked cookies. You crane over your uncomfortably intertwined bodies to look at her. You shoot her a friendly smile as she walks closer.

"Good evening, Mrs Holland." You greet politely, a smile adorning your face.

"And a very good evening to you, Y/N," She replies, shooting you a sweet smile which in turn makes you feel welcome. "I didn't know you were here."

Tom's mother and you had hit it off since the first day you met. She was the sweetest and most kind-hearted person you had ever met. After that day, you saw her as a second mother and she would treat you as if you were her own.

"Tom snuck me in through the chimney." You state, a playful smirk on your lips.

"Tom!" Mrs Holland scolds. "Again?"

I snort out a laugh and nudge Tom. "Told you she'd notice." I joke, my voice low.

"This is the last time I promise." Tom replies.

Mrs Holland sets the cookies on the small coffee table to the left of us and crosses her arms. "What in the devil are you kids doing wrapped up like that?"

"Playing Twister, Mrs H," Harry answered. "Care to join?"

"Oh, heavens no!" Mrs Holland shakes her head as she heads towards the door. "I'm just here to deliver the cookies, not throw out a hip."

I laugh at her comment, my body rocking with each breath. "I want that on a T-shirt."

Mrs Holland says a farewell and leaves us three on our own. Each of us look at each other, trying to determine which one is going to give up first. You can feel Tom's eyes on you and turn to look at him.

"You're going down." Tom says, a determined look on his face.

"Oh, honey, you wish." You scoff.

"Guys, only one of us can win," Harry states. "And I really have to pee."

You turn once again to look at Tom to see he is already looking at you. The two of you exchange a sinister glance, silently plotting your scheme.

"Oh, Tom, wouldn't you just love a nice cold drink of water right now?" You drawl out, making sure Harry could hear.

"You know what, I would actually really love a shower," Tom replies, an evil smirk playing on his lips. "The rushing warm water against my skin would be heavenly right about now."

You could feel Harry tense up even more now. Your plan was working.

"Come on, guys, that's not fair." Harry groans, his body quivering from his taut position.

"You know speaking of fair, I would love to go to the beach and get a tan," you sigh loudly. "I love the sound of the waves...they're so calming. All that beautiful water. Don't you just love it, Haz?"

"That's it!" Harry cries in anguish, dropping to the ground with a thud. In a blur of limbs, Harry scrambles to his feet and bolts down the hallway in search of a restroom.

"And then there was two." You comment, your eyes meeting with Tom's.

"Well, as Harry said, there can only be one winner..." Tom quirks an eyebrow as if implying that he would win.

"Well, it seems as though one of us is going to have to lose," you smirk back at him. "One of us not being me."

"And what makes you think you're going to win?" Tom scoffs, a confident aura emanating from him.

You move your head closer to his, careful not to move your feet or hands from their positions on the mat. Your lips hover over his causing his body to tense suddenly. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, his body frozen in place.

"Because, Holland," you purr, keeping your voice low and body close to his. "I know your weakness."

You let your lips touch his, gently brushing over them before pulling back again. Tom groans.

"Seriously, Y/N? Stop teasing me."

"I'm not doing anything!" You say innocently, placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

Your lips trail over his skin, leaving small kisses on his cheeks moving down slowly to trace his jawline. Tom groans once more, clearly frustrated from your teasing.

"Dammit, Y/N." Tom whimpers, before removing a hand from the mat and placing it on the nape of your neck.

You let out a small victorious shout at his forfeit. "Suck it, Holland!"

In a swift move Tom had you pinned to the floor, his body hovering in close proximity above you. His lips hover over yours, threatening at any time to crash onto your own. Your breath was taken from you suddenly, the shock of his move leaving you speechless.

"You were saying?" Tom smirks, quirking an eyebrow.

"I hate you." You sigh.

"You love me."

"Yes, sadly I do."

"Why thank you, I do too."

You gasp and hit his bicep. He lets out a chuckle. "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

A smile works its way onto your lips. You entangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and gently pull his lips down onto your own. His lips move softly against your own, moving at a slow yet passionate pace. Your fingers combed their way through his hair, the feeling of his soft curls tickling you fingertips.

A loud cough causes the two of you to snap apart. The two of you turn to look at the intruder. Harry stands in the doorway, his cheeks enflamed from the embarrassment of his awkward encounter.

"I just came for a cookie." Harry snatched up a cookie and swiftly left the room, closing the door.

The two of you, still half in shock of the situation, look at each other in equal confusion.

"Well," You break the silence. "I'm guessing he's not interested in a round two?"