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Isla had sat for about 5 minutes, pretending not to be eavesdropping on the conversation between Tom and Bill. Well.. when you say conversation, more like argument. It was kind of funny, Between each break that Tom took, after shouting at his brother in German, if she listened closely she could just about make out the sound of Bill, shouting back at his brother. In German, of course.
Tom stormed back into the room, flinging his phone onto the floor. his face was shrivelled up in anger. Pacing back and forth in front of Isla he said "is it cool if i stay at yours tonight? If i go back there ill kill him."
Isla didnt need to question where "there" was, or who "him" was. She could pretty much guess.
"yea, i actually hate being here alone anyway. But Tom, your sleeping on the couch" she mentioned
Isla could sense that Tom was stressed. Which is why she suggested that they finish the gin shed bought.
Islas neighours probably hated the pair. Because by 11pm, the two were out of there minds, blasting music and jumping around the hotel room, play fighting and squeeling like infants. Every once in a while, one of the twos songs would play. And for reasons neither of them knew, it was the funniest thing ever. Tom was jumping on the couch, when he slipped, tumbling off.
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This sent Isla into a laughing fit, almost peeing herself, she sprinted to the bathroom
If anyone of their fans could see them like this, who knows what theyd say.
Isla was washing her hands, stumbling and splashing water everywhere. The music came to an abrupt halt, As Isla skipped into the living room, she was not expexting to see Jeff, standing besides Tom. Shouting at him.
Stumbling over, Isla said "What, what the fuck is it jeff, seriously?"
Toms face was painted with guilt.
Jeff said "As i have just said to this young man here..."
"Tom.." Isla cut in
Rolling his eyes, Jeff said condesendingly "anyway, WHAT THE FUCK, ISLA??" Jeff screamed, making Isla flinch, Jeff was always so calm, what gotten on his tits? "firstly, your drunk again"
"UGH Jeff just shut the fuck up, im already bored." Isla whined, pushing him outside of the room, slamming the door and locking it.
She pressed her ear up towards the door waiting for a response ... "goodnight Jeff- jeff.. love ya!" She stuttered, still completely wasted.
She turned around to see Tom curled up on the floor, Wheezing, realising the situation, Isla had no choice but to join in, letting out a hearty laugh.
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After a while, Isla finally yawned "im tired" she pulled her jumper over her head, now just wearing a tank top and shorts, she clumsily made her way to bed, and burried under the covers. Almost drifting off to sleep, she then fealt the warm embrace of a body, spooning her from behind.
Maybe shed forgotten that Tom wasnt supposed to sleep in the same bed as her- No, Fuck that, she knew, as drunk as she was, she was sure that she wanted him with her in that moment.
She rolled over, to face him. Her eyes were drawn to him, appreciating just how good Tom looked, her eyes drifted to his lips
fuck.. that peircing
Like he had been waiting at her to look, Tom quickly pulled her in, their lips meeting, in a warm emrace
