[ ◉¯] "𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌." || 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

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𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗔𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

We all arrived at the hotel. Tom and I are sharing again, so are Hailey and Georg. Bill and Gustav both bought girls back to their hotels, I wonder what's going on. I mean, I already know but... okay I should stop thinking about it.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow?" Tom asks, sitting down on the bed. I grab my pjs out my bag and head towards the bathroom.

"Maybe something fun?" I reply.

"I'll have a look!" Tom raises his voice so I can hear him through the bathroom door. I put on a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt. I look in the mirror and notice the shirt isn't even mine. I'm pretty sure it's Tom's. I shrug it off and wash my face. I walk out and Tom looks up, smiling at me.

"Is that my shirt?" He asks.

"I think so," I say, "Is it okay if I wear it?"

"It's more than okay." He states, pulling me towards him. I smile at him and collapse in his arms.

"You okay?" I ask, adjusting myself on him.

"Yeah, are you?" He replies.

"I'm okay." I say, closing my eyes.

"I wonder what Bill-" Tom starts.

"Don't even." I say, giggling. Tom sighs sarcastically then laughs with me.

"Let me go change. Don't go anywhere." Tom says, gently getting up. I nod and watch him walk off into the bathroom. While I wait for Tom, I decide to have a look at the photos I took again.

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Tom comes out shirtless and in some baggy sweatpants. I know I'm blushing, but I don't care. He's so beautiful, words can't describe it.

"Staring issue, my love?" He jokes.

"Okay, cocky." I joke back as he lays back down on the bed.

"You forgot to turn off the lights." I add. I hear him groan and sigh.

"I'm not getting up." He states.

"Well, I'm not." I say.

"Guess we are sleeping on with the lights on." Tom says, getting comfortable.

"Guess so." I mumble.

After a few minutes, Tom groans and gets up. He stands at the end of the bed, glaring at me.