I was on my bed, scrolling through Instagram when Tom rushed into my room without knocking.

"I don't want you here right now!" I yelled.

"Why?" He wore a confused look on his face.

"Because I-I don't want you look at me," I stuttered.

"And why would that be, love?"

"Because I'm not wearing any make-up." I threw my face into the pillow.

"Oh, shut up! I've seen you with far less."