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 stood there, staring at the door, phone in hand. That didn't just happen, right? You misheard him. He was in a hurry and didn't know what he was saying. One time, you told some sales rep on the phone that you loved him by accident. You remembered hearing an "Uh...." before hanging up the phone. So, you know, shit happens.
You looked down; your knuckles were white from clutching your phone. You exhaled slowly and relaxed your grip. Chill out, Y/N, you thought. It's no big.
It was dead at work. You tried to keep yourself busy and not think about Tom, but found yourself checking your phone constantly. You were so annoyed with yourself. How about not getting wrapped up in a guy, Y/N? Remember that rule? Maybe if you actually had some friends here, it would be different. Tom was literally the only friend you had this side of the pond. Sure a friend with benefits, but you're not complaining. Since the gala, you found you wanted to surround yourself more with people. You didn't realize just how isolated you had become until Tom forced you out of your comfort zone. But now, even the tavern was empty, except for Clive. There's always Clive. He's the only constant in your life.
"I'm heading out, Y/N," Bill came around the corner, putting on his coat. Fur trimmed blazer with a Hawaiian shirt. Now that was a look.
"Sure thing, Bill. I'll make sure Clive makes it home safely."
"Make sure he pays his tab this time." Bill retorted, pursing his lips, then headed for the door.
You wandered down the bar to start the nightly ritual of last call with Clive.
"Alright, one more on me, eh? Then you gotta go, boyo." You grabbed the bottle of Jack and poured two shots, sliding one over to him.
"She gonna make me sleep on the couch again," Clive sobbed.
"Women are bad news, brother," you offered, tipping your head back to take your shot.
"Oi! Where's ours?!"
You looked up, startled, then grinned ear to ear. The twins.
The three of you sat at the bar, working on your second pint. Sam helped you wrangle Clive out the door. He was so gentle with him, holding him about the waist as he staggered. He even called him a cab. What a sweetheart.
"Don't move," Harry commanded you. You were leaning on your elbow, head resting on your hand, holding your drink. You froze.
"What?" you asked, clenching your jaw.
Harry pulled a small camera up in front of him and started clicking.
"Oh fuck no!" you covered your face with you glass. Harry shook his head at you.
You emptied your glass and hopped off the stool to pour another.
"So, fess up- Tom told you to check in on me, didn't he?" you raised an eyebrow at the two of them as you pulled the tap.
They both looked guilty. You smiled. Busted.
"Is he always like this?" you asked, taking a sip and leaning on the bar across from them.
"Does he always ask us to babysit his girlfriends? No," Harry chuckled.
That word again.
"I'm not his girlfriend," you corrected him.
Sam looked confused but Harry knew better. He looked at you knowingly, like he could see straight through your bullshit. You've seen that look before from Celia.
"Well, you might want to tell him that, Y/N, since he told People.com you were," Harry said with a sly smile on his face, and held his phone up to your face with the headline:
Marvel's New Spider-Man Steals the Heart of Biggest Fan.
