Dream, Dive, Daley?

Chapter 10(a)

Sutton’s point of view

It was the second day after Tom’s birthday and close to 3AM in the morning. We were at Funky Buddha in London with some of his closest friends. The music played loudly and the bass made the floor shake vigorously. The club was pitching black and the only thing you could see in the dark was the bar and the purple lights which would light up occaisonally. I had stolen my brother’s dry Martini, which he actually ordered for me, but forgotten about after he left. Beside the Martini, I drank a couple of virgin mojitos just to cover the alcoholic scent.  My head had a hard time figuring out what was happening around me. Eventually, I decided take a cab back to the hotel. I took my studded leather-jacket and was about to head upstairs and out the side-door, when a hand grabbed mine.

‘Leaving already?’ I turned around to see a sweaty Tom standing there grinning at me.

‘Yes, I have to get up early tomorrow' I had a meeting with my agent, Andre and sponsors. Andre needed the heads-up on what was happening, and I had nothing to give him. 

'Let me at least drive you back to the hotel' He quickly grabbed his jacket and escorted me out. The sound dimmed as we got further away from the dance floor, but the bass was still pounding. I wore a tight, sleeveless, dark sequin dress which was far too short for my liking. It slipped up for every step I took up the stairs. I tried unsuccessfully to pull it down, but then I would flash my breasts. Not my most clever choice of clothing.

Tom's point of view

I walked up the stairs of Funky Buddha with Sutton directly behind me. We headed towards the side door and excited silently. Please tell me there are no paparazzi here. Tell me that they've gone home. But they haven’t. Great… Sutton and I excited the dark club in the middle of the night. We got flashed directly in our faces with cameras on the way out. I took her hand and pulled her closer to me. Sutton came willingly closer and supported herself on me. Her hand was freezing cold in mine.

‘Tom, Tom, look over here!’ Some of them were shouting and others screaming for our attention, but I was tired and I knew that Sutton was exhausted. My main task now was to bring her back to her hotel.  I politely smiled and waved at them before I got handed over my car. ‘Are you guys dating?’ They were getting more annoying and closed up really quick. We walked over to the passenger’s side, opened the door for her and sat into the car.

‘You okay?’ I looked over at her, and I could tell by her tired eyelids that she was about to pass out. The crowd outside was building up around my black Mini. It just irritates me when people don’t have any boundaries. I honked the horn. Move! And people seemed to step ten feet away instantly. Thank you.

‘I’m fine. Just don’t stop talking to me. I really don’t want to fall asleep.’ She murmured between sighs. We drove through the streets of London and carried on a forced conversation about nothing. About fifteen minutes later we arrived at The Four Seasons Canary Wharf Hotel.

Sutton’s point of view

The golden lobby was gigantic and quiet at night. Tom insisted that he would walk me to my room, just in case I pass out or something on my way up. What a gentleman! My high heels Louboutin pump clicked against the marble floor and the sound echoed in the halls.

‘Good evening, Ms. Halls.’ The young night watchman sat behind the counter was probably to fall asleep if we hadn’t walked in. I gave him a nod and walked towards the elevators. His eyes widened as he saw us walking hand in hand. Never seen a couple of teenagers walk hand in hand before? We walked pass the main lobby. In the middle of the lobby there was a gigantic table with a golden vase from the Renaissance. Above that there was a humongous crystal chandelier. That one’s my favorite. We entered the large elevator. Tom stood so close I could feel his warm breath brush against my neck. It gave me small shivers and goose bumps down my spine. I pressed the fourteenth floor and the door closed in front of us.

A/N: There's more. To be continued...(hahahaha, okay...)