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Move with me? (Tbs)

Y/n's pov.

I was cleaning the kitchen after dinner while listening to Taylor Swift when I heard a knock at the front door, I was just excepting Dylan, my brother being there because he probably forgot his keys but to my surprise as I opened the door I saw Thomas, Dylan's arms around his shoulder and he was passed out.

"Thomas?"

"Hi y/n, can I- I mean we come inside," He asked.

"Yes of course," I opened the door all the way so the both of the could fit through. I closed the door before taking Dylan's other arm. Thomas and I both carried him to his room unluckily the house Dylan and I were currently staying in was only one story. We put him down on his bed and walked out.

"So what happened with him?" I asked Thomas, a slight pang of panic struck me as his older sister that should've been the first question I'd ask Thomas.

"He got drunk, don't worry nothing else," He explained.

I exhaled.

"You want a drink or something," I offered.

"Sure," He agreed.

We walked to the kitchen where I still had my music playing, I turned it down a little hoping Thomas wouldn't mind, he sat down on one of the bar stools.

"So tea, coffee, beer, wine?" I asked.

"Do you have black tea?" He asked.

"Sure do," I grabbed the packet out of the kitchen cupboard along with a strawberry tea that was for me and placed a tea bag in each mug. While the kettle boiled I started talking to Thomas.

"So whats been going on with you Tom?"

"Not much I mean apart form this movie that's all really," He told me. "How about you?" He asked as I turned around to pour the hot water into the mugs.

"Any milk or sugar," I asked as I placed the mug down.

"Nope."

"You do know you don't have to prove anything to me," I laughed.
"Anyway getting back to your question, not much I mean I got back from Australia about a week or two ago," I explained.

"You know that's always puzzled me," He stated then took a sip of his tea.

"What?" I asked.

"Why your accent is different to Dylan's."

"You don't know the story," I asked.

"No," He laughed.

"Well when I was 14 I moved to Australia and stayed there till I was 21 because my dad's best mate lives over there," I explained.

"So you only spent 13 years in America?" Thomas asked.

"Well no, I was born in London and Lived there till I was four then mum found out she was pregnant with Dylan and we moved back to the states, then a year after Dylan was born we moved back to England to live with my grandparents then when I was six, we moved back to the states so really I only had 7 years in the states then I moved to Australia," I explained.

"Oh that makes sense," He said.

Clink

The teaspoon fell off the bench.

"I'll get it," I said.

"Don't worry love I've got it," he said then picked it up, I felt myself lightly blush, I did indeed have interest in him but like he would in me.

He looked at me. "Did I just make you blush," He said standing and walking over to me.

"No, I have no idea what your on about," I lied.

"Really?," He asked.

"Nope."

"What about this?" He asked but before I could respond he placed his lips against mine, I could feel the heat growing on my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He gently pulled away and I looked up at him.

"You look so cute with rosy red cheeks," He said brushing his thumb over my cheek.

I started kissing him again, this time the kiss became more passionate. Thomas pulled away and whispered.

"God I have waited so long for that."

"Me too," I whispered back.

He continued to kiss then picked me up he starting to walk out of the kitchen. "Which room?" He whispered.

"3rd door on the right," I whispered back.

He carried me to my room and placed me down on the bed then crawled on top of me. Thomas started to kiss my neck leaving love marks down my necks as I unbuttoned his shirt and it fell off showing his lean body. He continued to kiss me making me moan his name.

"Wait," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you sure we should do this what about Dylan?" He asked.

"He's asleep," I said then starting kissing him again.

And things got heated. Fast.

Morning.

I fluttered my eyes open and looked over at Thomas sleeping so peacefully, his arm wrapped around me. I snuggled into his bare chest.

"Morning love," he said in his morning voice.

"Morning," I mumbled into his bare chest.

"Your so beautiful you know that right?", he asked.

"Right back at ya," I said.

"Y/n!" Dylan called.

"Shit I forgot about him," I said.

Oops I forgot about my brother

"This will be a fun surprise to him," Thomas laughed.

I gently hit him on the chest. " Not the time."

"Where's the Panadol? I've got such a big headache," he complained.

"It's in my room, I'll bring it out to you," I called out.

"Its okay I can come," and before I could stop him from coming in he a sight I'm pretty sure he would've never thought he'd see.

"What?" he said looking at us. "What!?" he said. "WHAT!? IS GOING ON?" he exclaimed.

"We just had some fun," Thomas said.

Dylan's jaw hung.

"You fucked my sister."

Thomas and I looked at each.

"Maybe," we said in unison.

"What has my life become, one minute my sister is single and I leave her at home next minute I get drunk and you two hook up?!" he asked-shouted.

"yep," I said.

"Pretty much," Thomas commented.

"Oh my, you know what Bye!," he said then left the room.

I turned to face Thomas as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me closer to him.

"Hey can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Shoot for the stars," he said.

"You wanna move with me?" I asked.

"To where," he asked, though he probably knew the answer.

"Back to Australia," I said smiling at him.

"Of course, I would love to," he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, love."

(1016 words)