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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"Here it is," you said holding up your phone. You had a missed call and text from Harrison.
HARRISON: Is Tom with you?
"Hey, Tom," you shouted, "You might want to check your phone. Harrison is looking for you."
Tom came into the living room, fresh from a shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist and his locks hanging damply over his brow.
"Where is my phone?" he asked looking around then grabbed his trousers, pulling it from their back pocket.
"Shit!" he looked up at you, wide-eyed, "What day is it?"
"Uh, Wednesday," you answered.
"Shit shit shit," he repeated, pulling his clothes back on in a hurry.
"What?" you watched him panicking, not sure what to do.
"I've gotta leave for L.A. Today! I haven't even packed. Fuck! he sat on the edge of the couch, lacing his boots.
"Oh, L.A.," you tried to act casual, "For...how long?" Be cool, Y/N.
"A few days. I told you, right? Last night? Wardrobe fitting and a few meetings," he said, looking at his phone and tapping away with his thumbs.
Damn, you thought, and I just got him back.
"Oh, maybe? A lot of stuff was said last night," you gave a shrug. That's it, Y/N, totally cool.
Tom looked up at you, "You don't remember talking in bed...after...?" He did a little hip thrusting motion.
"Can you please just continue to hump the air like that. I'm going to make a gif out of you," you smirked, holding your phone up to record.
"Y/N, I'm serious," he said, pushing your phone down.
"I don't know, Tom," you sighed, "I was exhausted. I remember stuff, something about Atlanta.
"Something about Atlanta? I told-"
His phone started ringing in his hand, making him jump.
"I know, I know, mate! I'm walking out the door now," he paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair. He seemed so agitated. You did something wrong apparently. You felt like you should apologize but you had no idea what for. For not listening to him? That's completely unfair. He's going to fault you for falling asleep?
"Yeah, I'm at her place," he looked at you quickly, "No, no it's fine. I'm leaving." he hung up and shrugged.
You stood silently, looking at him. You didn't know what to say. No snappy remark, Y/N? Not this time.
"I hate this, but I had to leave, like five minutes ago," he looked at you apologetically, placing his hands on your shoulders.
"It's all good," you flashed him a smile that said, Look at how fine I am about this!
He smiled slowly, "Don't ever quit your day job, darling. Your acting sucks."
You hung your head and groaned, "I know, I know. Time just seems to fly when we're together and crawl when we're apart. But really," you looked him in the eyes, "I'm good."
He slipped his hands around your waist and down onto your ass.
"Yes, ma'am, you are," he said cheekily.
You kissed him and he squeezed.
"You need to go, Tiger," you pushed him slowly away. He backed away, keeping his eyes on you, and grabbed his bag, slinging it over a shoulder. The way he was eyeing you made your heart start to race. How does he do that, you thought.
"I'll call you when I land," he opened the door and gave a wave.
"Be safe," you called after him.
And you were all alone. Again.
Then-
Tom burst through the door at high speed.
"Forgot my phone" he said in a frenzy, grabbing it off of the counter and spinning back through the door, shouting quickly, "Kloveyoubye!"
