That Perfect Stranger

Chapter 9

I stared at his bare chest while he looked down at the smashed cup.

"Oh um..." He gave me a worried look. "Are you ok?" I accidentally said "perfect." He smiled and stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

I quickly snapped out of it. "Sorry. Um what did you say?" He looked down at the smashed cup. "Are you ok." I smiled. "I'm completely ok. I feel so great because your beautiful...I mean, what?" He smiled at what I said.

I rubbed my forehead and fell backwards against the bench. "I don't feel too good." Tom rushed over and dodged the broken bits. "Poppy."

He put the shirt on the bench and pulled me up. "You look really pale." I nodded. "I-I need to rest."

He put one arm around my waist and gently put his hand on my elbow. "C'mon, lets get you to the couch." I looked at his bare chest again and moaned. "You ok?" I shook my head.

Of course I wasn't ok. His body was touching mine as he walked me to the couch.

He laid me down and a blanket over me. He kneeled down so he was eye level. "Darling can you please tell me where I can get a new shirt?" My eyes travelled down to his abs.

They weren't that noticeable but they were still perfect.

"In the spare bedroom, in the top draw to the right." He smiled and pattered the back of my hand. "Thanks love. Now you have a bit of a rest."

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I sat up and stretched my arms out. At the end of the couch was Tom, watching the tv.

He still wore the black jeans and a white top. Thank god for that.

He looked at me and smiled, his bright blue eyes lighting up. "Hello darling." I looked over in the kitchen and saw that the smashed cup had been cleaned up. "Hi."

I looked at the tv and then at the window. It was now dark outside with the moon shining bright.

"How are you feeling?" I nodded. "Fine thank you." He grabbed the remote and turned the volume down a bit.

I noticed that my phone was on the coffee table. I reached forward and grabbed it.

I had 3 missed calls from Jess and 3 messages that said 'where the hell are you!?'

'Get back here now or your fired!'

'You just lost your job!!!!'

I moaned and put my head back. I felt Tom's eyes on me.

"Everything ok?" I sniffed and held back the tears. "I just lost my job." He gave me a sad look. "Oh...i'm sorry about that." I snorted. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have left the photo shoot." He sighed. "It kinda is. If I had never of turned up, none of this would of happened."

I sighed and covered my eyes. "Just shut up, Tom." He looked down at the carpet. "Sorry."

We both sat there in silence. Well...now what do I do? I shook my head.

Tom looked at me again. "I went out and bought you a new mug." I giggled and shook my head. "You didn't have to but thanks anyway." He nodded. "I also bought some rice from a Chinese place for dinner." I looked at him. "Thank you."

He smiled, pulling a proud face. "It's just sitting there on the bench. I decided to wait until you woke up."

I grabbed his hand. "You can stay in the spare bedroom too." He nodded. "Thanks. I was gonna stay at a Hotel."

I looked over the couch and into the kitchen. "Now, how about some dinner?" He chuckled. "I'm starving!" I went to go get up but he pushed me back down. "I'll get it love."

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We had finished dinner and just sat on the couch watching tv.

Tom turned to face me. He grabbed the remote and turned the volume down again. "Theres something we need to talk about." I gulped. This can't be good.

"Right, I know I can't stay here for too long and...yeah. Listen, the reason I came here was to get you back."

I frowned. "What?" He sighed. "I'm just gonna be straight forward with it." I nodded. "I want to be with you. I have never fell in love so hard before. As soon as I saw you on that plane...I wanted you in my life. So...when I go back to London...will you come with me? Like...stay?"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Tom...I-I can't. This is my home and...it's just to hard to be in a relationship with a celebrity. And anyway, like i'v already said before, I don't have the money to go back and anyway, I just lost my job so...I need a new one."

He moved closer and grabbed my hand.

"Poppy...like i'v already said as well, i'll pay for everything! Come with me...i'll find you a new and better job and...if i'm away somewhere i'll call you every single night no matter what."

I looked down at the carpet and shook my head. "Please darling." He was giving me the puppy eye look. "I so badly want you in my life and...if you deny it then...I wont be able to live my life with out you."

I took my hands out of his. "And your fans?" He smiled. "They'll get over it." I sighed. "I don't know." He groaned. "Plllleaaase darling!!"

I giggled at how funny he just sounded. "I'll do anything!! Just be mine!!!" I looked at the window. "Look at me darling."

I looked further away. Suddenly he grabbed my chin and pulled my face towards his so our faces were inches away.

"Please? I'm begging you. This is no joke, hundred percent serious, you must be mine." I giggled. "We only met last week." He smiled. "We'll take it slowly."

I bit my bottom lip. "Why do you have to be so perfect?" He sat up. "Is that a yes!?" I smirked. "What do you think?"

He jumped off the couch. "Yessssssss!!!!! I love you so much!!!" He started spinning around and punching the air.

He then kneeled down in front of me. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I smiled. "Yeah."

Wow that was...different.