The Plan [COMPLETED]

Gerard The Cuddly Unicorn

The next morning (or afternoon), you slowly regain consciousness, feeling your body tingling as the blood rushed back through your extremities. You breathe in, stretching your toes and your arms, fluttering your eyes open, then pausing as your arm hits a solid lump next to you. Oh yeah, Tom. You smile a little, looking at his back as he continues to sleep on his stomach, and you remember last night.

Who'd have thought you'd be waking up to your brother's best friend in your bed, after you spent hours falling asleep, waking up, hands wandering, lips trailing over each other's skin?

Your head was only slightly pounding, partly thanks to the fact that you started alternating to water before you came up to the room, and probably partly due to the fact you'd sweated out a load of the alcohol during your...activities.

But you definitely needed a shower. You slipped out from under the duvet, still naked it seems, checking over your shower to check that, yup, he's still asleep, and tiptoed to the bathroom. Once the door was safely shut, you let out a long breath, leaning on the sink for a moment. This was crazy. Not even 24 hours ago, you regarded Tom as a purely platonic, childhood friend that had just been in your life for-fucking-ever. You looked in the mirror, immediately noticing the marks on your skin from his mouth. Well, you couldn't think of Tom like your brother anymore, that's for damn sure. You caught yourself smiling, and you realised that you kept getting ripples of desire whenever you thought about him, and you being naked, and him being naked, and-

Nope, you were here to shower. You needed a shower. You turn it on, and stick your hand in, waiting for it to get hot. Tom would still be in bed after your shower. You step in, letting the water rush over your head and down your body. You hoped Tom would stay after he woke up, so you could have a chat. You both were very aware that this was a one and done deal, you were pretending to be together, feelings were flying about, you got it out of your system (two or three times over the night), and that was that. You just needed to check he was on the same page as you in not telling your brother.

Your brother was fiercely loyal, and protective, and he had always made it clear to all of his friends that you were not to be touched, and if any of them wanted to so much as ask you out, they had to have that talk with Harry first. Although you're pretty sure that when your brother came up with these 'unspoken' rules, he didn't imagine that his lifelong best friend would be the subject matter there.

Now you were just praying that you and Tom could still be friends after this. You didn't want to have a conversation with Harrison about why you were suddenly so weird with each other. You didn't want to have any type of conversation with Harrison – he didn't even know that Tom was here as your date. You didn't think you could keep a straight face if you had to tell Harrison that Tom pretended to be your boyfriend for a whole night and nothing happened between you two. If this is going to stay as what you agreed, that it was just a one time thing, then you, hopefully, wouldn't have to have that conversation at all. As long as you and Tom could talk about the fact that this was done, finished, and things can go back to normal.

You finished washing, squeezed the water out of your hair, turned the shower off, and grabbed a fluffy, hotel towel, wrapping it around you as you stepped out. Everything was still silent, which meant that Tom was probably still asleep. Good. You could get ready and figure out how you were going to approach this situation. Carefully pushing on the door handle, you slowly opened the door and creeped out, making it about two steps before you freeze.

"Hey." A voice rings out in the semi dark room.

"Tom." You reply, straightening from your expert creeping stance and feeling the wall for the light switch, before turning to face him. He was lying in bed, still covered by the duvet, rest on one hand that was behind his head, his other hand holding his phone. He smiled at you, and threw his phone to the side.