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ann what a wonderful text to open at 7:45
ann i told you to buy those adult diapers
ann they were on sale
leslie i didn't like the pattern
leslie floral's not really my thing
ann floral does make you like eighty
leslie good thing i'm not wearing it tonight
ann WHERE R U GOINF
ann AND WHY DO I NOT GET INVITED ANYWHERE ANYMORE
leslie apologies grandpappy
leslie i'm going to a GQ release party with tom
ann ugh famous bitch🙄
leslie i am freaking out
leslie FREAKING OUT SEB
ann remember that one time i accidentally spilled spaghetti-o's all over your dorm?
leslie and ruined my copy of slaughterhouse five?
leslie yes i recall vonnegut and i being majorly pissed
ann just know whatever happens it can't get worse than that
leslie well thanks seb
leslie better advice than what frankie said
ann and what did the reincarnation of ron weasley say
leslie she recommended i bring one of those karaoke microphones so if i feel out of place i can pretend to be press
ann she crafted an excellent idea
ann make sure that the microphone doesn't play the track to everybody wants to rule the world as you interview someone
ann don't worry adler you will be fine
leslie thanks stan
leslie love you
ann 7th time you've said you love me😍
leslie don't hold your breath for an 8th
[REAL LIFE]
Harper had been screeching Ferrari by The Neighbourhood when she suddenly heard thumping below her, and recognized the sound of her downstairs neighbor's broom. She turned down the music, and let out a "Apologies, Ms. James! Won't happen again!"
She then turned to the shoes set out by the door of her bed. harper had switched her heels five times. Harper originally chose the pair of black pumps her mom sent her when she first landed an internship with Marvel, but the sides were slightly scratched (and had a un-removable banana label stuck on one of the heels, courtesy of anthony mackie). It occurred to her that maybe she could just throw on Doc Martens, but she quickly shook it out of her head as she remembered the picture Tom had sent her of his burgundy suit.
She could not believe she was attending a hollywood party, let alone with her actor boyfriend. Her palms started to sweat at the thought of posing for a picture with Tom, who would most definitely upstage her just by the fact that he was Tom fucking Holland, and had to put in effort to even look slightly not put together.
As she pressed a nude lipstick to her lips, she couldn't help but remember the first time she had met Tom. It felt like yesterday, when in reality it was almost two years before. She has been balancing two trays of coffee, and had almost made it to the screen writers, directors and producers before a cute british boy said an extremely loud "hello!", and scared the living shit out of her. The next thing she knew, she was drenched, and Tom had stood next to her, trying desperately to control his laughter. He then helped her up, offered her clothes, and handed her a jelly-filled donut.
Harper believed this is when she realized that even though he was an annoying idiot, he was a special type of person.
Harper's focus was redirected to her reflection in her bedroom mirror. She was all too worried about her dress, and her hair, and anything someone may judge. She liked being behind the camera, not in front of it. As her worries began to cloud her mind once again, she heard her doorbell buzz obnoxiously. She ran for the door, but not before grabbing the beat-up banana sticker pumps.
The door swung open and there he was, in all of his beautiful glory, Tom Holland standing in a beautiful suit, wearing a pair of glasses.
Harper felt her heart skip a beat as she very noticeably ogled her boyfriend. Tom was well aware, and took this opportunity to make her sweat.
"See something you like?"
Harper composed herself, and with a snarky grin, replied,
"You look like a nerd. Let's go, Tommy"
Tom rolled his eyes and turned slightly to leave, but not before grabbing a small piece of the fabric at harper's side and pulling her into a deep kiss. Their lips fit like puzzle pieces, and Harper felt Tom's hands snake into and slightly pull her hair. The pair pulled away, Tom's soft brown eyes just a hint darker with lust.
"You look beyond gorgeous, my love. If someone else even looks at you, I am going to pull what I like to call a homecoming warrior."
Harper raised her eyebrows in confusion. Tom let out a small giggle, and said,
"Y'know, like Wendy Wu? The Disney Channel movie? I would kick ass like she does!"
Harper felt a laugh bubble in her throat, and she ended up snorting, making Tom double over with tears. The couple stood outside her door, laughing their heads off.
Harper has never felt happier than in that moment.
But moments like that don't tend to last.
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