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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"Come on, let's dance," Tom said dragging you into the crowd.
"You too Harrison," he shouted. You grabbed Harrison's hand so as not to lose him. It was tight but the three of you found a spot to get down. Tom actually had some moves. Harrison, um not so much. And you, you kind of wiggled around because your dress was far too short and tight to do much else.
About the fourth song in, you needed a break. You pointed to the bar and pantomimed taking a drink. Tom nodded and grabbed your hand, making his way there. You loved when he took the lead like that. There's was something very masculine about it.
You plopped down on a bar stool, enjoying some relief from your shoes. Cute but definitely not comfortable. Tom stood next to you, resting his hand on your thigh and ordered your drinks. You placed your hand over his and gave a little squeeze. He looked over at you smiling. He hadn't stopped smiling since you arrived. Frankly, neither had you. This night was turning out to be perfect. He was turning out to be perfect. Something's gotta give, right? Always the cynic, Y/N, you thought.
"Come on, I want you to meet someone," Tom said, handing you another champagne flute. That was...five now? You'd lost count.
You hopped off the stool and followed him to the other side of the bar. Harry stood there with that other fellow.
"Nice to see you again, Harry," you hugged him, which he didn't seem to be expecting, but bubbly always made you touchy-feely. He relaxed after a second and kind of gave you an awkward pat.
"This is my other brother, Sam," Tom said, clapping the other fellow on the back. He was taller and freckle faced and downright adorable.
"Oh wow!" you exclaimed, grabbing his hand to shake it enthusiastically, "So nice to meet you!" You were shouting. Stop shouting, Y/N and drink some water.
"Likewise, I've heard lots about you," he gave you a big smile.
You shot Harrison a look, remembering what he said in the car.
"Have you now?" you said, clenching your jaw. Harrison caught your eye then quickly looked away, stifling a laugh. You wanted to punch him. Is this what it feels like to have a brother, you thought.
Tom grabbed your hand and twirled you around. Whoooaaaa! How many glasses of champagne was that again? Your head twirled along with him.
"More dancing!" he shouted and pulled you back out onto the dance floor. You caught the end of some horrible track that started to give you a headache, but then the music turned into something slow and smooth. That's more like it, you thought.
"My lady," Tom bowed, extending his hand. Dork.
"My lord," You took his hand, mimicking his accent. Double dork.
He held you close and swayed with you, "My lady," he said again with extra emphasis on the 'my'. Your smile couldn't possibly get bigger, but you felt the corners of your mouth turning up even more. What was wrong with you, Y/N? You'd been acting uncharacteristically giddy all night. Your heart was a flutter every time he looked at you. Your skin felt like fire every time he touched you. And now, you felt like you might swoon if he did anything more. So foolish.
"Thank you for tonight and for being persistent," you laughed softly. "I'm sorry I wasn't at the gala. Harrison said you gave a speech. I should have been there to support you."
Tom shook his head, "Don't worry about it. You're here with me now."
"No," you protested, shaking your head. Whoa, shouldn't have done that, "If this, you me, is going to be a...a thing, I need to do my part." Tom could tell you were a tipsy. He grabbed your face in his hands to stop you from rambling.
"It's alright, darling," he said amused and pulled you in for a kiss. This time you really did swoon. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed, feeling a bit lightheaded. God, Y/N, you're being such a...girl.
"Where are the toilets?" you lifted your head. Tom looked at you concerned.
"Let's get you some air, love." He lead you back to the lobby and towards the toilets.
"No, Y/N, that's the Men's," Tom tried to stop you but you kept marching, right through the door.
He followed you in, "Y/N!" he whisper yelled.
You found the sink and splashed some cool water on your face, looking in the mirror at him. He was leaning against the entrance, arms crossed.
"I'm fine. I forgot to eat dinner is all." You turned around, blotting your face dry, glancing around. Even the toilets in this place were swanky. You were in some sort of lounge area. The walls were covered in bronze and onyx tile and there were over-stuffed leather chairs adorned with black and gold velvet pillows.
You tossed the towel in the bin and hopped onto the counter, slipping your shoes off.
"Much better," you moaned, swinging your legs back and forth, trying to get some feeling back into them.
"Y/N, we should go." Tom said, looking around nervously. He was such a goody goody, you thought.
You tilted your head and smirked, "Make me."
He smiled slowly, "Um..I know what you're trying to do."
You raised an eyebrow at him,"Do you?"
He walked steadily towards you, eyes falling on your swinging legs.
"Yes...and it's not going to work."
You tilted your head the other way, "Isn't it?"
He stood in front on you, placing his palms on your knees. They were trembling. "No, it's not," he insisted.
Liar, you thought. "Then why did you lock the door?" He grinned and you grabbed his tie, pulling him into a kiss. He hands gravitated up your thighs, under your dress and gave your hips a squeeze. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, moaning softly. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly pulled them down around your ankles. You kicked them onto the floor and scooted to the edge of the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You broke the kiss and slid your hands around to his butt, purring, "Can I mess your suit up now, Tiger?"
