He looks around the room

Innocently overlooks the truth

Shouldn't a light go on?

Doesn't he know that I've had him memorised for so long?

"Well I'm gonna head off to bed." I heard myself say sometime around 1am. I know, lightweight. But I did have work the next day and didn't want to be knackered.

"Yeah, me too!" I heard a voice from behind me, and I turned to see see Tom scramble to his feet.

"Come on, Miss Jones." He smiled at me, and I could swear I saw Charlotte wink at someone, but I just shook it off. She didn't know what she was talking about anyway.

Following Tom upstairs, I started to walk into my room, but stopped when I realised that Tom wasn't going into his. Facing him, I said "what?" but he just shrugged. "Tom, you're really starting to freak me out, what the hell is it?"

"Am I really not your type, then?" Oh, so it was some sort of macho guy pride thing then.

"Yes!" I lied yet again. I was getting pretty good at this lying malarkey. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just looked lost in thought. "Tom, I'm going to bed." I stated.

"Wait!" I looked at him confused, then he leaned down and rested his lips on mine. I had no idea what to do. Part of me told me to pull away, because it really wasn't fair on Sofie. But the bigger part of me wanted to return the kiss. Going with the second option, I softly kissed him back. We were probably only there for a few seconds, but it felt like ages. Finally he pulled away and I looked into his brown eyes and couldn't help smiling.

"Well?" He asked, and I looked at him questioningly. "Do you still not fancy me then?"

"That'd be telling, Fletcher." I smiled before heading into my room, my head spinning,

Was that for real? Or was it just him trying to massage his ego a bit more? Did he do that to all the girls or was it just me?

Wandering downstairs the next morning, I saw everyone assembled in the living room. The TV was on, but the volume had been turned right down. I started to open my mouth, but then I heard voices coming from the kitchen.

"Wouldn't go in there, Sofie and Tom are having a fight." Dougie informed me, and nodding, I sat beside the only free seat which happened to be beside Harry.

"It's probably about last night." Harry stated, and five pairs of eyes turned towards him, while I tried not to turn red. Didn't want to give anything away. "Maybe Jen should tell you." He went on, and I kicked him while everyone moved their glances from him to me.

"What are you talking about?" I tried to act as innocently as I could.

"You know."

"No, I don't!" I insisted.

"So, what, I just imagined you and Tom snogging outside your room." He replied. Oh great, now everyone knew.

Including my brother.

"Hang on – you and Tom-" Danny started, but I cut him off.

"He kissed me!"

"Didn't seem like you weren't enjoying it, though. I thought you didn't fancy him." Harry pressed, and I glared at him and but my lip.

"I don't, it was...It was a drunken moment, nothing more. And now I've fucked things up between him and Sofie." I felt guilty as that realisation hit me. If I hadn't totally broken them up, I'd at least made things really difficult between them.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Tom yelled in the kitchen, and everyone looked in that general direction. "Sofie, I don't fancy anyone else, it's you."

"Bullshit, Tom. I've seen the way you look at her, and the way she looks at you. Just admit it!"

"OK, maybe I do like her but she doesn't like me." He confessed. Then it was quiet for a moment before Sofie stormed out of the kitchen yelling at Tom that it was over. I could swear she gave me a dirty look, but I might have been imagining it. A few seconds later, Tom followed and glanced around the room dazedly.

"Sorry man." Danny was the first to speak, but Tom just shrugged it off.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. She wasn't that great anyway." He tried to smile, but I could tell it was fake. "D'you want me to drop you off at the radio station?" He quickly changed the subject and I shook my head.

"I can get the bus it's alright."

"I'm going that way anyway." He insisted. "What time do you start?"

"One." I replied, and he opened his mouth to say something more but his phone rang.

Glancing at it, he excused himself.

"So was it still a drunken thing then?" Char asked as I got up, but I just ignored her and walked into the kitchen. I wish she'd learn when to shut up. Now I was gonna have Danny on my case for the next week. God, I hated her sometimes.