Professional Hand Holding

Chapter One: Weaving Through the Crowd

"Tom come on, you know that's enough."

You saying joking and also not as you pushed the newly emptied glass away from your friend/colleague at the bar. He giggles muttering a loud and utterly incomprehensible protest as his hair falls out of his cap which is practically falling off his head. With each new glass Tom had gotten louder and louder. You hadn't even seen him slink back here but you had heard him only to find him on a drink number you both had lost count of. You had enjoyed some drinks yourself but you were also aware not to over do it. Heaven forbid any of you caused a scene considering you all had an important press event tomorrow night. Tom was still giggling at your expression rubbing your shoulder as if to say its going to be okay. You flinched at the harsh vibrations coming from your purse. You grumbled reaching in to retrieve your phone and turned off you alarm you had set during your first round.

In all caps the reminder read:

GET Y'ALLS DRUNK ASSES HOME YO

Having only gotten a hair over tipsy yourselves you took the reminder with a conviction and grabbed his hand. He stopped giggling as you jostled him off his seat and dragged him behind you. You weaved through the tightly packed crowd of the club that you and the holy trinity had stumbled upon in the middle of Manhattan. You were ready to go but the urgency also gave you an excuse to hold Tom's hand. The both of you had been flirting ceaselessly during filming and now that press was about to start you were trying to keep the promise you made to yourself during the break between then and now to keep it professional.

"Holding hands is very professional" you muttered.

The music got louder as you came towards the middle of the club just at the edge of the dance floor.

"Oh my god Y/N." Tom said trying to pull away due some new distraction he found.

"Oh my god Tom." You repeated back pulling him closer and locking arms with his like a Fourth Grader whose afraid to loss their travel buddy on a field trip. You scanned the dance floor looking for the bobbing blonde head of Harrison.

The whole place smelled of spilled beer and mistakes. It made your nose burn. You squint all about union your eyes land on Harrison in the center of the floor, who was trying something that apparently was supposed to be dancing. Harrison lived under the same notion as you do which is if every appendage was in motion it is dance. You dragged Tom through the thicket of well dressed New Yorkers blowing off way too much steam for a Thursday. You bumped into Harrison and screamed into his ear very loudly over the music

"He's drunk; I don't know how that happened but it did. I'll get him back to the hotel, if you guys want to stay then stay but we both have big days tomorrow."

"Are you sure? You can go find Jacob and I can be the one to take him back, you could have fun." Haz yelled while you tried to keep hold of Tom's arm as he waved to a random girl who clearly didn't know who he was.

"I'm already having fun" You said ironically. Motioning to Tom who was now blowing kisses.

"Y/N! Y/N, her shirt has a dog on it!!" Tom slurred happily.

"Jacob and I will come back to the hotel soon. I'll check on him before I go to my room" Harrison leaned in one last time to say and chuckled.

Nodding you wandered off and exited the building pulling at Tom and apologizing to the dog shirt girl you were oddly jealous of as you sent out for an uber.

Somehow making it outside you took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the sweet, fresh oxygen. It sent the best kind of chill down your spine. You were happy to be out of there. You didn't do the best in closed-in spaces.
You were starting to come down from the drinks leaving you in the mellow "I just want to sleep and talk softly" phase of intoxication.