Mary Mouser-Elouise Stratton
I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it.
They had moved the couch from the living room to the family room? I loved just laying down and letting the sun hit my face with the large window in there. Now I couldn't even do that.
It was one of the only things I'd noticed different as I walked through the upstairs/ main level of our house. The kitchen, dining room, breakfast table, family room, living room, and my parents' bedroom and bathroom were upstairs the same, while there were five bedrooms and four bathrooms, along with a family room downstairs...different due to a new person.
I was still highly irritated with my parents, so I filled up my water bottle, grabbed my suitcase, and lugged it down the stairs. Our family wiener dog, Frank, followed me, and once I opened up the door to my room, I threw my bags down and got down on the hallway floor to love on him.
"Oh you're such a good boy! Yes you are, yes you are," I cooed, completely forgetting we had company. I heard a slight laugh then, catching me totally off guard.
Dammit.
I'd already made a fool of myself in front of whoever this mystery actor was. Patting Frank on the head one last time, I eased down the hallway. Just as I was about to knock on the closed door, it opened, and out stepped our guest.
My jaw dropped. No. Fucking. Way.
"What a welcome," an English accent laughed. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Tom. Tom Holland."
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I stood with my mouth open for probably a good twenty seconds while the godly man in front of me smiled awkwardly. Quickly closing my mouth, I began to stutter. "Uh. Um. I'm Elouise."
Tom laughed again. "I knew that, actually. Sorry for imposing on your hallway," he said with a wink. Dear Lord, what did I do? This person in front of me was the finest looking specimen I had ever seen. Ever.
Sobering up, I finally decided I could not let it show that I found him that attractive. Or that I was obsessed with his movies, and almost all of my Instagram bookmarks were pictures and videos of him. "Yeah. Kinda forgot about the fact I'll have to share a bathroom with someone," I said in a falsely annoyed voice.
Sensing my change in mood, Tom grimaced. "I'm taking it you just got told I'm staying here?"
"They weren't even planning on telling me until later, so at least we didn't have an awkward naked encounter because of us having the same bathroom," I said with a shrug.
What the actual hell is wrong with me, I questioned myself.
Tom began to laugh again, but this time it was a full on, keeled over, holding his stomach laugh. I smiled slightly but still didn't show much emotion.
Gaining his composure, he began to talk to me again in between breaths. "I think I'm going to like you," he said.
Narrowing my eyes, I replied, "Well that belief is not reciprocated." And I walked down the hall to my room. Trying to get Frank into my room proved to be rather difficult, and he instead went down the hall to Tom's room. I followed him with my eyes and made eye contact with Tom who was standing there looking at me with an unidentifiable emotion on his face.
Mentally face palming, I broke eye contact and walked into my room. Shutting the door behind me, I closed my eyes. This was going to be interesting.
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After laying down in my bed for the next two hours, it was almost midnight and I decided I needed to shower. I unzipped my suitcase and grabbed all I needed before opening my door. The hallway light had been turned off for a while, so I figured Tom had gone to sleep.
I still couldn't believe Tom Holland was staying at my house. I had been obsessing over him for years, after watching The Impossible. I was angry at my parents, but I also was freaking out that this super attractive celebrity was sleeping right down the hall from me for a while.
Once I got into the bathroom, I looked at my disheveled appearance-- you could definitely tell I'd been on an airplane for the majority of the day. My brown hair was in a sloppy ponytail, and my oversized sweatshirt made my athletic shorts disappear. I didn't have bad self esteem, but I was very self conscious about my body. I had more than a little pudge stored in my stomach area, and my thighs were those of a soccer player. I was tall and solidly built, which helped for my soccer and basketball playing, but I still disliked the fact that I was bigger than all of my classmates.
Shoving my hair out of my face, I looked away from the mirror and began brushing my teeth. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before undressing. I stood brushing my teeth, daydreaming about New York, but I was quickly snapped out of my daydreams when the doorknob started rattling.
"Hold up, hold up," I shouted behind my foamy toothpaste filled mouth. Sloppily spitting into the sink and not wiping my mouth, I opened the door enough to see who was outside.
"Can't you see I'm about to shower?"
"Can't you see I'm about to go to sleep?" A disgruntled Tom said.
"So sorry," I said sarcastically. "I'll try and make the shower quieter."
"Thank you," the man child said.
"Okay, yeah, buh-bye now," I said while closing the door. I didn't know if I'd make it through these next days....
