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've got to be fucking kidding me!" you yelled, grabbing the phone from Harry's hand and scrolling through the article. You caught a brief glimpse of fear in his eyes when you lunged toward him.
"'Sources say the new web-slinger has wooed himself one lucky lady who just happens to be his number one fan. People.com caught up with Marvel's most spectacular superhero at a recent charity event in London where he gushed over his new girlfriend,'" you read aloud.
"Gushed? Wooed? Where do they come up with this shit," you wrinkled your nose and continued reading.
"'She's great!...she's such a big fan...I don't think she knows how much she means to me...I miss her so much when I travel....miss having her in bed with me.'"
You looked up at the twins. Harry just took a slow sip of his beer, watching you. Sam looked utterly uncomfortable. His cheeks were flushed and you didn't think it was from booze alone.
"Miss having her in bed with me?! You know this is bullshit, right? Tom would never say that to, well to anyone let alone some shit site." You felt extremely befuddled by the whole thing. This was all new territory for you. Hell, it was an entirely new planet. You weren't one to divulge your business to casual acquaintances, yet alone the readers of Peoplefucking.com.
"Of course it's shit," Harry said, retrieving his phone from you,"Everyone knows People.com is trash."
You lined up three shots in front of you, filling them to the brim while the wheels turned in your brain.
"I don't even know how to process something like that," you sighed, shaking you head, "I mean, how do you even attempt to be normal when people want to dissect every little thing you do?"
Sam laughed, "Tom's far from normal."
You smiled, wondering when you'd hear from him. It was almost midnight. His flight should be landing soon.
"Y/N, try not to overthink every single thing," Harry advised.
"I don't do that," you responded. Yes, you do. All the fucking time.
Harry smirked, "I can see smoke coming out of your ears, your gears are grinding so hard. Relax."
Relax, right. How do I do that again, you thought? Oh yeah, whiskey. You picked up your shot, and they in turned followed.
"Thanks for the company, boys," you smiled, then held your glass high.
"Here's to a long life/ And a good one/ To a quick death/ And an easy one/ To a pretty wife/ And an honest one/ To a stiff whiskey/ And another one!"
They laughed and cheered along with you. Regardless of whether they came of their own volition or not, you were happy they popped in. The Holland boys seemed to be cut from the same cloth, be it drinking buddies, confidants, or boyfriend material.
You grabbed their glasses and proceeded to wash them when your phone buzzed. You didn't even have to look. You knew it was him. Harry nodded towards your phone.
"Tom?" he asked.
You shrugged, pretending not to care, "Probably."
You swiped to see.
TOM: Twelve hour flight and all I could think about was wanting to join the mile high club with you 😘
You bit you lip to hide a smile and said, "He says he landed safely."
