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"Tom?" I questioned with a hoarse voice, probably caused by all the yelling from trying to drown out the music downstairs. While I very clumsily got off of the bed he gently closed the door behind him and turned his look to me. 

"Yeah that's me." He replied and slowly approached me, "You left so suddenly. Is everything alright, darling?" He asked softly. The" darling" sent chills down my spine and made my heart skip a beat, then made me knit my brows. 

"Darling? I mean, yeah- yes I'm alright." I said, taken aback by both his appearance and that he's actually talking to me. He continued approaching me slowly. For every step he took, the butterflies in my stomach started fluttering even more. I took a step back as he's only half a foot from me. His eyes were drilling into mine and in confusion of what to do, I turned around and headed towards the windowsill to sit down. I looked out the window and down at the people now all in the pool with their clothes on. They looked like they're having fun. A memory of Harry, Luke and I playing in the pool together showed up in my head. Tom had never played with us - he had always been "too cool". 

"What's on your mind?" Tom asked. He's standing in front of the windowsill, blocking so I couldn't walk away again. I felt his glare at me, but I kept on focusing on the people splashing water at each other.

"Nothing, just memories." I said and smiled.

"Of me? I get that. To be honest, if I was a girl I would probably think of me too." Tom replied with a smirk and made me giggle as I shook my head.

"No, you're not in those memories." I let out a sigh, "Weren't you too cool or something?" I then giggled, while still looking out the window.

"But you want me to." He said totally ignoring my comment and made me stiffen. He turned my head so I was facing him and not the window. "Don't you?" He added and smirked. He took a step back to make room for me to get down from my spot in the windowsill. He reached out a hand to help me. I hesitated for a few seconds looking down, but then accepted it. He helped me get down and I let out a gasp as his other arm quickly after wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him, our bodies inches apart. My stomach was filling with butterflies as I looked up into the deep brown eyes looking back in mine. His hand slowly let go of mine and made its way to my cheek. His thumb carefully stroked my skin, which made my heart flutter even more. I let my eyes explore every feature of his flawless face. I felt my breath become heavier as I realized that I was now focusing on his lips and not his eyes. 

"You do huh? You want me." He whispered complacently and pulled me even closer to him. Our bodies touched. I looked up into his eyes again. His thumb still softly caressed my cheek and my stomach started tickling. I'd never been touched like that before, not even on my cheeks. His gentle hand on my cheek and his firm arm around my waist made it hard for me to resist his lips, which was now only inches from mine. I felt his breath on my nose and the smell of the beer he's been drinking hit me. His hand squeezed my waist and sent a shiver through my body. He tucked some hair strands behind my ear and then moved his hand to my neck to lead me in for a kiss. I opened my mouth and as our lips was about to touch, I heard someone in the hallway; "It's 9pm and you're already bugging off?". I then quickly pulled away from Tom's firm grip and looked down. I had almost forgotten about Harry and rule number 9! (Rule #9: Relatives of your best friend is off-limits.)

"Are you scared of kissing me?" He smirked. The butterflies were almost gone now, as I was thinking of Harry. 

"I think you should go Tom. Kissing you would cause nothing but trouble." I replied and locked eyes with him.

"A little trouble doesn't hurt." He said and made it even harder for me to resist him, "I'll see you around Y/N." He said realizing I meant it. He then turned around to exit the room and left me alone wondering what just happened. Why was I feeling that way when he had touched me? Was I seriously about to kiss him? He's my best friends fucking brother - I couldn't go around kissing him! I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands and let out a sigh of relief that we hadn't kissed. 

"Heyy Y/N, fuck, are you okay?" Harry said and dropped his bags, ran to the bed and sat down next to me. I looked up.

"It's nice to see that you actually care about me. Cola light!? Why Harry, whyyy." I said dramatically, lifted my head, sent him a smile and pointed to the soda rolling over the floor. 

"Hey, I thought you were crying! Not cool man. And yes, they didn't have our favorite and then- I mean I didn't want to drink just water you know." He said poking me in the side as he got up from the bed to pick up the bags of snacks. I yelled at him to remove his fingers, but just as quick as he had removed them he jumped me and started a tickle fight. I screamed with laughter like a crazy and a few people poked their head in the room - probably expected something completely different from what they saw. 

"Ouch. You're way too violent to be fighting with. You aren't meant to be, like, kicking me and stuff in a fucking tickle fight." Harry said and winced as he got up to pick up the snacks on the floor again. I laughed and unpaused the TV so Ace Ventura finally could escape out of the rhino's butt, making it look like the rhino was giving birth to a human being. Harry threw the bags of snacks, he had just picked up, at me and then jumped the bed. Chilling like that with my bestie was all I needed. But.. but what about what had just happened? I had felt so.. I don't know, I'd never felt like that before. Like I'd had butterflies and stuff before, but not in the same way as I just had. Did he really want to kiss me? I doubted that. Tom was like the school's most popular boy and normally didn't go after girls like me. Also bad boys? No thanks. He's not my type - at least I didn't think so.