Tell no one - Paddy Holland

Chapter 10

To those of you who guessed that my lazy ass was gonna do another time skip....you were right! It's now been about a month more or less since the kidnapping. Paddy, Sam, and Harry obviously went back to London and filming has continued.

"London?" I asked.

"London" he responded.

"How long?"

"Well, we leave May 13th, you leave the 27th the day after you end school and filming starts a week later." Joe answered promptly.

I open my mouth to say something, but before I can he cuts me off.

"And before you ask, yes your parents already know, and yes we have made arrangements that they allow."

I smiled and Joe laughed at my excitement.

I was going to be staying in the same town as my secret boyfriend for 3 whole months.

EEEEK!!

Oh shit I had to go pack.

It was currently May 3rd and while I knew I would be spending my summer abroad finishing the movie, somehow I never figured out we were going to London.

Just then, Tom walked in the room.

"Tom did you know we're going to London??" I exclaimed.

He laughed "I did kiddo. Guessing you just figured out" he remarked at my eagerness.

I was suddenly struck by the notion that I was going to be living alone for 3 months, without my friends, family, and in a whole new country for that matter.

Tom, who can read my expressions better than I can, looked over at me.

"Hey, don't be nervous. You're gonna be over at my house all the freaking time. You can FaceTime your parents and friends and they can even come visit. Don't worry darling, you're going to have the best time."

I smiled wide again.

Toms basically my brother, he's not going to let anything bad happen to me.

I felt at ease and continued fantasizing about it in my head.

That night after set I got home and called Paddy. It was probably pretty late in London but he was never one to go to bed early.

"Hey beautiful" Paddy answered as he picked up the phone.

"I'm coming to London!" I practically screamed.

Paddy laughed, "Tom told me"

"I'm going to spend three months with you and you're going to be so sick of me by the time that I leave" I said grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"I could never get sick of you darling" he responded.

It was a good thing he couldn't see how hard I was blushing.

We talked for another hour or so before I told him to go to bed. He stays up way too late to talk to me as is.

~the next day at school~

A/N: this shit is about to get awkward and funny as hell so buckle up

Last period had just ended and my class was hanging out in homeroom.

It used to be a time where my advisor would grill us about our day and our problems but he gave up on that and we were perfectly happy to just hang out for 20 minutes instead.

I was in the middle of packing up my bag when we heard a knock on the door.

Teachers were always coming into our room to tell us something or yell at us for something or deliver some 'super important' message to our advisor, so I didn't think anything of it.