College

Part 22

Checking if nothing is left home, you zipped your suitcase back.

It has been an hour since Thomas called to check on you. Making sure that everything will go smoothly and you go to the airport a few hours early. And man, he never sounded so nervous ever since.

"You had to call me before the plane goes." Thomas said.

"Thomas, ever heard of the word 'airplane mode'?" you laughed at his slight shaky voice.

And that enough made your day already.

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You went down using the escalator, together with the other passengers. Signs with names held by people was the first thing that you saw. So you looked for Thomas, maybe he made one with your name, aswell.

You look at each of the different faces around, looking for Thomas.

"(Y/N)!" A voice shouted from which you seemed to heard at the left side.

It was him.

Without hesitating, you took the less few steps on the escalator and immediately went to Thomas' direction.

"Hey-'

You hugged him as soon as you got closer.

It wasn't a tight i-missed-you hug. It was just the right one.

The kind of hug where you just lean your chin on his shoulders while tip-toeing because he's way too tall. The kind of hug that you wrapped your arms around his body together with his arms, so that he wouldn't be able to hug you back. Because all you ever wanted is to wrap him with all that you are and smell him. Because you think him being able to hug you too seemed to be unfair on your case because you want to take minutes to hug him, and you don't want anyone interrupting you.

And it does. It does took you almost a minute.

"That's, uh-I missed you." Thomas said as soon as you finally free him.

"Yeah." you said, then let out a small smile.

"We better get going." he said and took your suitcase from your hand.

After a few more minutes inside the cab, both of you finally arrived at the hotel where you'll be staying at.

"Yours here,' he said, pointing to room 55. 'And mine's there." he pointed to the next door to the left, room 54.

"Okay." you whispered, turning your eyes back to him again.

Then it was silent.

Should I invite him over? I should because he paid for everything. You thought.

But wouldn't that sound weird? How do I ask him?

Your thoughts battling against each other. Maybe I should ju-

"Do you want me to come over?" he suddenly asked.

"Uh-'

"Or to help you with your things? Or do you want to come over my place? Coffee?"

"Thomas,' you laughed. 'Anything is okay with me."

Why does he has to be this attractive?

"Okay, then."

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