// A/N: I'm so sorry I've not updated in ages! I simply felt like the story could go nowhere, but I'm back and hopefully I'll start updating regularly!! :) x x \\
*Clara's P.O.V*
It's way too bright. Waking up to brightness is not a clever idea, especially when you happen to be hungover. Bad combination. I sat up on the bed and looked at my surroundings, definitely not a hotel. I don't understand where I can be. I'm not in my apartment, I'm definitely not at my parents house, so where am I?
Just as i was about to lay down and hopefully wake up in a few hours time with my brain actually working properly, someone knocked on the door. "Clara, are you awake yet? Clara?" whispered a recognizable voice. Where had i heard that? Oh. I remember. Tom Odell. "I'm awake, feel free to enter, but be warned, I'll look horrific." I shouted, probably a bit too loud.
Tom came in to the room and sat down next to me on the bed. "So Clara, I have some news, it turns out that my parents actually fly back today,erm well actually yesterday and they're nearly home so would it be ok if you stick around for a while because Abby kind of told my mum that I'd met someone and she really wants to meet you but I understand if you dont.." Tom rambled on, barely taking a breath. He was starting to worry me. "Tom, it's absolutley fine, it will be great! Now may I use your shower? I need to make myself look good before I meet the in- laws!" I said as I jumped off the bed.
----1 Hour Later----
I've literally not moved from the dressing table in the last 30 minutes. What am I even doing here? I'm about to meet some random piano dude's parents and I've never done anything like this before. What if they think I'm scruffy and weird because I don't have a proper home or a proper job. I literally travel around hoping that I'll find prince charming in a Mediterranean country who'll solve all my problems and make me feel like a princess. I start looking at myself in the mirror and thinking about my crappy life and that one day my bank account will have nothing left in it and I'll have nowhere to go because mum and dad certainly won't be wanting Clara back at home anytime soon. I start to notice I started crying at some point during my little trip down memory lane, this I why thinking is bad for me.
"Clara my parents are here, quick come down" Tom shouted from the bottom of the staircase. Oh god here we go.
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Chelsea Boots (A Tom Odell Fanfic)
FanfictionMeet Clara; A 23 year old fashion designer travelling the world. Meet Tom; Also 23, Tom is trying to make his way into the music scene. When Clara and Tom meet in an unusual place, it's just the start of a whirlwind of memorie...
