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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"Yeah, but I got him back years later by telling him Tessa was taking a shit on his bed," Harry chuckled, "And then he ran in and BAM! Down he went."
"Payback's a bitch, right?"you laughed.
The night was winding down and you found yourself in one of the hotel restaurants, gnashing on some pasta with Tom and the boys. Harry and Sam entertained you with stories of Tom, usually ones where he was a complete div. He was a good sport about it. Harrison spent most of the meal avoiding eye contact with you, which only made you want to fuck with him even more. You threw napkins at him, kicked him under the table. Eventually, he acquiesced and you rewarded him by sticking your tongue out at him. He shook his head, smiling and finally relaxed.
"It's nearly 3," Harrison said, looking at his phone, "You've got that script reading at 11 tomorrow, Tom."
"Right," Tom said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and tossing it on his plate, "Shall we?" He stood up and held his hand out to you.
You took his hand and stood next to him, looking at the boys. They were each so interesting and sweet in their own way. You genuinely enjoyed their company.
"Thanks for showing me a good time tonight, fellas," you smiled.
Everyone said their goodbyes and Tom lead you back to the lobby and towards the elevators. You stopped him, confused.
"Wait, where are we going?" you asked.
Tom retrieved a key card from his breast pocket and said, "To our room."
"You got us a room?" you started smiling.
"Well, we are in a hotel, Y/N." He pushed the button and yawned.
"Don't do that," you said yawning yourself, then laid your head on his shoulder. It was 3am after all and you had partied hard.
The lift stopped on the top floor and opened up to a hallway full of gilded framed portraits and sconces. Your room was past the double doors at the end of the hall.
"The honeymoon suite?" you eyed Tom.
"It's the only one that was available," he shrugged. Liar, you thought. He totally booked it on purpose. He glanced over at you, slightly smiling.
"Ok, I booked this one specifically...and you'll see why."
The doors opened to a sitting room with cream-colored sofas, golden pillows and huge Persian rug. Flames crackled in the white marbled fireplace and the windows reached high up into vaulted ceilings that were littered with crystal chandeliers. You were simply in awe.
"Wow, Tom," was all you could manage to say.
He grinned, watching your reaction.
"This is too much," you said, walking around, running your fingers over the marble.
"Check out the bedroom," he nodded down the hall.
You smirked and waltzed down the hall towards the bedroom.
"Oh my god!" you screamed, "There's a jacuzzi in the bedroom!"
Tom burst out laughing, "Thought you may like that."
You took your shoes off and started undressing, shouting over over shoulder, "Wanna take a dip, Tiger?"
