𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. - 𝐓.𝐤

4. ミ★ 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠

❦ Flawless, The Neighbourhood.
(0:53) You're a doll, you are flawless. But I just can't wait for love to destroy us.

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{Estelle's POV}

I waited for Tom to arrive when I suddenly got called again.

"Come to the lobby, sweetheart." A familiar voice said.

I smiled at the nickname and let out a giggle.

"Okay, be right there!" I said as I hung up and put my phone in the pockets of my pajama pants.

I grabbed a jacket, my keycard and put on shoes and carefully closed the door behind me trying not to wake the others.

I walked to the lobby and saw a familiar face with his hands in his pocket looking around.

I smiled and he immediately shot his eyes at me.

Goddamn, we'll his eyes are beautiful. Please keep staring into my soul.

"You are so weird for being up this late." I said as I walked towards the exit making him follow.

"I couldn't sleep." He chuckled as he walked towards his car.

He walked to the passenger seat and opened the door there.

"What a gentleman." I giggled off as I sat in.

He just smiled and closed the door and walked to the drivers side.

He sat in and smiled looking at me. Gosh his eyes.
Does he ever look bad?

He started the car and drove off.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I looked at his veiny arms on the steering wheel. His hands too, they are so attractive. Does every feature of him look good?

"You'll see." He chuckled out and smiled.

I heard a song playing from the radio. It was Hips don't lie by Shakira.

"Oh my god! Turn that up!" I said to him and began singing to the lyrics.

He chuckled and turned it up. And I smiled and began singing my heart out.

"I NEVER REALLY KNEW THAT SHE COULD DANCE LIKE THIS? SHE MAKES A MAN WANNA SPEAK SPANISH!" I scream sang and made a microphone hand.

"¿Cómo se llama?" I continued to sing and pointed the "mic" at Tom.

"Si!" He sang.

"Bonita!" I sang and took my hand in-front of Tom again.

"Sí!" He sang again.

"Mi casa! Su casa! Shakira Shakira!" I sang as it began falling raindrops to the windows.

We both sang the rest of the song together and laughed when it was over.

"You're really good at singing, schöne." He chuckled out.

I laughed and smiled. "You were even better!" I said sarcastically and smiled again.

He rolled his eyes jokingly and continued looking straight ahead while driving.

His side profile gah dayum. Heart eyes for him.

He rolled down the windows to let the mixture of a cool breeze and gentle raindrops in the car.

Now the song changed to Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado.