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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You kind of floated over to the toilets, head swimming with booze, and splashed some cool water on your face. Get it together, Y/N, you told yourself. Maybe the whiskey was a bad idea. You placed your palms on your cheeks. They were burning. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears. Tomorrow was probably going to be rough but it was worth it. You needed tonight. You swung the door opened and Tom was leaning against the wall in the hallway.
"Can't a girl use the toilet without some vigilante watching from the shadows?" you asked mockingly.
"I was just checking on you. You were in there for 20 minutes," he gave you a concerned look.
"I was?" your sense of time was completely skewed.
He nodded and rubbed his eyes. It was getting late. You should go.
"I should go," you said, leaning against the opposite wall across from him.
He nodded again, "I'll walk you home."
"No, I'm a big girl. I'll be fine." you tilted your head, looking at him.
He shook his head, "No, I'd feel better if you'd let me walk you home. It's late...or early rather."
"Tom, I'm from New York. I think I can handle the mean streets of London. What's going to happen? Some Dickensian street urchin is going to pickpocket me?" you smiled teasingly.
"Someone may assault you with a kebab," he chuckled. You liked his quick wit. It always felt like a dance between the two of you.
He stood up straight and moved towards you, grabbing your hand.
"Come on. You know I'm not going give up here," he said, again being persistent. Was he talking about the walk home or this thing between the two of you, whatever it may be?
You were too sauced to put up any more of a fight. But there was something else too, wasn't there? You liked his protective nature. You'd never admit it to him but it was goddamn sexy when he acted this way. Like really sexy. Oh no - whatever inhibitions you were holding onto must have washed away with that last shot.
You squeezed his hand and pulled him closer to you, head spinning and pulse racing. He didn't need any more prompting than that and immediately found your lips with his. Your body woke up from its stupor and responded heatedly, inching closer to him.
His other hand found its way to your waist and squeezed, pressing his body against yours. You slid your hand up his back and into his gorgeous head of hair, twisting your fingers around his curls. That fucking hair. You tugged slightly and he responded by sliding his hand down on your ass and pushing you even harder against the wall. Oh yes, this boy could keep up just fine.
You cocked your hips slightly and a small moan escaped you. This excited him even more and his kiss deepened, setting every part of your body in fire. You slipped your tongue around his, devouring his lips. He tasted like Guiness and mint. He tasted like bad decisions and intoxicated regrets, but you gave no fucks in this moment.
You broke the kiss, panting and looking wildly into his eyes.
"Come up for air before you drown, Tiger," you smiled wickedly.
He grinned, his face flushed with desire and alcohol and whispered in your ear, "Can I take you home n-"
"Yes!" you cut him off before he could finish. His grin widened.
