So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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The two of you walked for a bit by the pond. Tessa ran ahead of you, barking playfully at the ducks who just kinda looked at her indifferently.
"I'm Tom, by the way." he glanced at you.
"I secretly hoped it was actually 'Bruce Wayne'," you chuckled.
"Sorry to disappoint," he sighed.
"No, I'm not disappointed by you at all, Tiger," You smirked. That was bold. Why would you even say that? You were thinking of those abs again, dammit.
Tom raised his eyebrows at that comment, "And you're Y/N."
You stopped and turned to him, frowning, "How did you know my name?"
"Well, the dossier I have on you...," he saw you were still frowning. "The old geezer at the pub the other night? He called you over? Remember?"
You relaxed a little, "Oh right." You had forgotten actually. "That's only an alias. I have several names. I'm very, very interesting and mysterious," you winked at him.
Tom smiled and nodded in agreement. God, he was cute.
"Where are you from?" he asked, stooping down to give Tessa some love, "You're not English."
That urge to run for the hills started creeping up. You surveyed your surroundings. Where the hell were you? You were totally turned around and had no idea which direction you came in. Relax, you told yourself. It was an innocent enough question, sure, but it would lead to more and you didn't even know this guy. You didn't know anyone. You suddenly realized how lonely you were. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to forge the semblance of a relationship with someone. Even if that someone was quite possibly half your age.
"New York," you replied, "So I gotta head back." So much for forging relationships, eh? Running was easier.
Tom looked disappointed, "To New York?"
"What? No- my flat," you laughed, "Got some errands to run before work." Kid looked legitimately stricken that you might return to New York. That was fucking adorable. "But....I have no idea where I am," you turned left, then right. This park was huge.
"My lady, I can escort you home," Tom said in his most posh accent, bowing. He extended his arm to you.
"You're quite the comedian," you smiled, taking his arm.
"No, but my dad is. He's hilarious."
"That must have been a fun family to grow up in," you said. Tom turned you both towards a clearing up ahead. You could hear the hum of car engines and the occasional horn.
"Oh indeed. Much of his material is about us boys. I have three younger brothers, " he said.
"Four boys?!," you exclaimed, "Your poor mother!"
He laughed, "Not at all. She's quite the General of the household. Nothing gets by her."He stopped you both at the curb of the street. You looked around.
"Ok, I know where we are now. Thanks for the escort, kid," you let go of his arm.
"Kid?" he laughed but furrowed his brow.
"Tom. Sorry," you winced. "That was supposed to be purely internal."
He shook his head and continued to look at you sternly but he couldn't keep it up. His face broke into a grin.
"You're something else," he said, eyeing you closely. His gaze felt intense. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like the attention. You'd also be lying if you said you didn't imagine his lips all over you. But you might have slightly offended him with the kid comment, so maybe take it easy. He's the closest thing you've got to a friend currently.
"I've got it from here," you motioned at the street, deciding to ignore his last comment. You took a step to cross.
"Wait," he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You looked down at your hand, then in his eyes. They were such a deep, warm chocolate brown. Your cheeks started to feel really hot.
"My mates and I are going to grab some drinks later. You should join us. My brother will be there- Harry. He was with me the other night." He was still holding your wrist and you were certain he could feel your pulse racing. How pathetic that this was most physical contact you'd had in some time. It was stupid to get so worked up over it...but those eyes. They still held you captive.
"I have to work," you answered, wiggling your wrist free and putting your hands in your hoodie pocket.
"Afterwards," he replied.
"Persistent," you teased.
"Evasive," he shot back. Well, this was a fun dance! You narrowed your eyes.
"Fine. But don't think you're going to get me drunk just so I will sleep with you." I don't necessarily need to be drunk, you thought.
His jaw dropped and he gave a nervous little laugh before clearing his throat
"No, ma'am. Not at all."
You stepped off the curb and crossed the street, shouting behind you
