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Penny Lane Café (TH)

Author: little-diable
Warnings: 18+, smut, sex, some flashbacks that are a bit angsty

She was running late.

Her breaths were falling short, heels clicking against the floor as she ran through the busy streets, cursing herself for going to bed that late at night, not able to find any rest. Not once would her mind stop spinning random scenarios, thinking of all the embarrassing things that could happen to her, all the words she could get twisted up. And now - a good few hours later - she felt just as exhausted and tired as she had yesterday evening.

London's busy streets had never been her favorites, the crowds she'd have to push through - careful not to spill her coffee - the tourists that would stop and take pictures wherever they'd go, it was a true nightmare. Though today she couldn't concentrate on them, it was her own damn fault. She was about to turn up late to one of her most important interviews of the year.

Tom Stanley Holland, the celebrity she had tried to erase from her memory was currently waiting for her in his lovely home, sipping his tea while watching the minutes fade by. It must have been years since they had last seen one another, bodies pressed together as the sun was rising above the horizon, lips swollen and bruised from all the passionate kisses they had shared.

A fling that played out as most of them did, one of them had caught feelings while the other one had decided to run away, with her mind focused on her career, not wanting to lay with a celebrity, not wanting to hear accusations of his fans spreading rumours that she was only successful because of Tom. So, she began to avoid him, not caring about her own broken heart, trying to put on a brave face as she began to build herself a strong career.

Maybe it was a sick joke fate was playing on her, pushing her into his life once again, giving her a chance to interview him, to chat about upcoming projects and the roles he was trying to get comfortable with. But maybe it was simply her bad karma, punishing her for being that selfish and egotistical, for breaking his heart without thinking twice about the consequences.

They hadn't talked ever since, both didn't know how to react to seeing one another again, how to act around one another, so, as she was lying awake in her apartment, staring at pictures of him, Tom was trying to come up with any words he'd say to her, asking for another chance, another shot to act on his feelings. He had always been too kind-hearted, supporting her decision no matter what, even if it meant getting his own heart broken in two.

Drops of sweat began to pool on her forehead, palms just as sweaty as she finally reached his home, patting her skin dry with a tissue she found in her bag. (Y/n) tried to put on a calm expression, lips pulled into a smile, she could do this.

The sound of her ringing his doorbell echoed through his home, followed by the sound of Tessa's barking, paws scratching the floor, eagerly waiting for Tom to let the stranger in. He cleared his throat before he opened the door, he could do this.

As his eyes met hers he couldn't stop himself from reaching for her, pulling her flush against his chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. How he had missed her, the feeling of her body oh so perfectly pressed against his, the arms she'd wrap around his neck.

"Hi," his breath crashed against her skin, allowing (y/n) to tighten her grip around his neck, repeating the word. Deep down it felt as if they had never parted ways, as if she had just returned from another hectic day at work, ready to wind down with Tom by her side, head placed on his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, come on in."

A chuckle left him, closing the door behind them before he helped (y/n) out of her coat, watching her crouch down in front of Tessa, greeting the one that had stuck to his side for months by now. Lone nights would be spent with Tessa cuddling into his side, carefully studying an exhausted Tom, barking in approval as he'd practice lines. She was always right there, ready to lift his spirits before he'd lose himself in the darkness.