Chelsea Boots (A Tom Odell Fanfic)

Chapter 5

*Clara's P.O.V*

It was getting close to 9 o'clock at night, and i'm pretty sure that I had to be checked into my hotel by 10pm. I didn't actually know where my hotel was, and it did scare me being alone on a night. "Do any of you guys know a place where I can wash my clothes? I know that's a bit of a weird question but the last hotel didn't have any proper wash facilities." I felt really stupid asking that but I needed to know. The band looked very confused, seen as none of them actually lived in Chichester, Tom was outside having a cigarette, so it looked like Abby was the only one who could give me an answer. "I don't think there is one near here, but you could always wash your clothes at our house? I don't mind, and Tom will be fine with it too!" I was just about to say something, when Abby continued her sentence "Why don't you stay at our house tonight? I mean I know we've only just met, but I want to get to know you better, and I'm pretty sure my little brother does too, he just can't find a way of saying it!" It was so nice of her to invite me over- WAIT A MINUTE, DID ABBY JUST HINT THAT TOM ODELL LIKES ME?!

I defiantly wanted to talk to Tom, I just needed an excuse. "I think I'm going to go for a cigarette, I'll be back in a minute." I walked out of the cafe door and into the cold British air. "You've been stood out here a long time, Aren't you cold?" I asked. "I'm thinking about life, everything seems so confusing at the moment. Is it just me who spends hours debating whether to do something or just leave it?" I knew where Tom was coming from, even though I wasn't that kind of person. "I do, I used to do it myself, but I got fed up of waiting and thought 'Do it, and if it doesn't work out, then make it work out' that was my quote, and it still is my quote." 

"No offence, but surely you don't have as many problems as me? I  have to pretend that I like being a celebrity, when really I just want to go home and write some songs"  Tom said, slightly nastier than before. I was going into rant mode now "Why is it that every celebrity thinks they have had the worst life possible? Normal people can go through a lot more than them. I've been through so much, but no one cares, the only time they'll care is if I become a celebrity." At this moment I felt like crying, and I'm not a person that normally cries. "I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean it in a harsh way, it's just all this touring has made me really tired, and I just want to go home and chill, but I really really want to talk to you, you're such an interesting person and you're hot, so that's a bonus" Tom whispered. "Why don't we go to my house, we can just talk and chill" Tom continued. Finally, he'd asked the question i was hoping to hear. "Do it Blondie, take me" I squealed. "Come on Chelsea Boots, I'll give you a piggy back" Tom replied. I jumped on his back and we ran down the road.

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Sorry it's a short chapter, hopefully I'll update again this week! (: