Once I finish listening to his new song for the hundredth time because it's really good.
I know that might sound extremely vain considering it's literally about me but it's good!
While it's insanely good, Only Angel is like the epitome of songs about sex. Hell, it's almost perverse but it's Tom Blyth so it doesn't matter.
I can't help smiling to myself as I finish editing the photos I took last night while his song plays in the background.
Paris is playing around with literally nothing on the floor but I'm just glad she's entertained. I named the kitten Paris because it's cute and we were on the plane there when I finally named her.
I know Tom didn't want me taking in a random malnourished cat off of the street but I don't care - she's cute.
"Hey, sugar!" Louise happily greets me when she walks into the room with a cardboard box of something under her arm.
"Hey." I glance over my shoulder and shoot her a quick smile before turning the whole chair around to face that. I'm done anyway.
"I don't know how you stay up doing that every night." She sighs heavily as she places - thuds - the box down on the table. "I'd be so fucking bored."
"It's alright." I shrug, crossing my arms. "I have music and now I have a coworker."
I grin, watching Louise bend down to pick up Paris.
"Mhm. She's sweet." She comments with a soft smile before raising her eyebrows at me. "Only Angel?"
My eyes widen and I slowly nod. "Yeah. It's good."
She scoffs. "He's always fucking some girl when he's on tour. Always blatant about it."
I falter. He's always fucking some girl?
"W-what do you mean?" I clear my throat and sit up a little straighter.
"Well, he's always got someone. A fling, y'know? I mean-" She scoffs, not looking up from Paris. "- he might as well. He's got thousands of girls willing to let him step on their face if he wants to."
That's true.
He always has other options.
I don't have that luxury.
I clear my throat again and abruptly stand up. "Can I..?" I mumble and gesture to Paris. When Louise passes her to me with a little nod and a pat on the shoulder I smile slightly but I'm suddenly so thrown off by insecurity. "Thanks."
"Ready for dinner?" She asks, looking through the box now.
Dinner.
I'd forgotten about that and now I just don't want to go. Maybe I'm overreacting...
"Uh, yeah, I've had a pretty bad headache today. I'm probably gonna pass on dinner."
For fuck's sakes. Tom's probably gonna think this is to do with my eating issue and it's actually not for once. God, he made me feel good about it the other day. He wasn't pushy but he was... there.
I'm so caught up in my own insecure thoughts that I don't register Louise's exit. Now it's just me standing in the middle of the room with Paris.
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maliarrshes so cuteeee WHERE ARE YOU -> priscillahsick babe -> theodorable"babe" thats gay -> maliarrAND WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT 🤨
tblythrabies -> priscillahcan you not
usernamei want a cat but like my childhood one scratched me so much😭🥹 -> priscillahshes scratched me a few times but its so worth it tbh
