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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"I feel like I'm in a time warp, " Tom yawned, sipping his tea. He sat on the edge of your bed, towel wrapped around his waist, holding the mug with both hands and staring out the window. You rubbed his back, he did look zapped. You wondered how he had the energy to pull that number in the shower.
"Poor Tiger, I think it's gotta be 7:00 a.m. L.A. time, right?"
"Yeah and I didn't sleep much on the plane," he said rubbing his eyes, then looked at you, "Do you work this evening?"
"I'm supposed to," you said, "but I'm feeling so, so sick." You gave a pathetic cough and smiled.
Tom laughed, "I think you should stay in bed for the rest of the day."
"Only if you stay with me, " you curled up next to him and rested your chin on his shoulder, watching the rain tap against the window.
"It's so shitty out," you sighed, "Let's just stay inside and figure out more places where we can fuck."
"Darling!" Tom gasped, placing a hand over his lips in feigned shock, "Don't be vulgar! We do not 'fuck', we 'make love'."
"I've never heard anyone say, 'Call me daddy' while making love," you smirked and pinched his side.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he smiled into his cup, winking at you. Tom's phone began to vibrate on the night stand. He reached over you to grab it, giving you a quick kiss.
"Sorry, I've got take this," he said standing up. You nodded, scooting back against the headboard and picked up your phone to distract yourself.
"Hello, Mum!" Tom said cheerfully. You looked up quickly.
"Oh no, not at all. I'm just here at Y/N's place, you know, being a boyfriend and all." He laughed and wandered over to the window, leaning against the sill.
Being a boyfriend and all, you thought? Ugh, why would he say that?
"Yeah, it was great. She's great. We made love all over the shower. I mean, we fucked all over the shower," he chuckled.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
"Tom!" you hissed at him. He ignored you. You threw a pillow at him but he dodged it. Why the fuck would he say that to his mother?!
"Sure, she's right here, hang on." He turned around and placed his hand over the mouthpiece. Your eyes were saucers.
"My mum wants to talk to you," he said, holding the phone out to you.
You panicked, pulling the covers over your naked body, as if she could actually see you there. Just minutes ago her son had you bent over in the shower stall and now she wanted to talk to you?!
"Tom, what the fuck?" you whispered, glaring at him, "Why the hell would you tell her about the shower?!"
He shrugged as if it was no big, "I've always had a very honest and open relationship with my mum."
"I don't want to talk to her," you pleaded with him, gripping his arm, "What do I say?"
"You say, 'Hello'," he pushed the phone in your face.
You took the phone from him, your hands shaking. Anxiety coursed through your body. You blinked and cleared your throat, slowly bringing the phone to your ear.
"Hello?"
On the other end, you heard a gale of laughter and hiccuping as someone tried to compose themselves.
"Harrison?!" you screamed and the voice on other end roared even louder.
"Oh fuck you!" you yelled, then burst out laughing, throwing Tom's phone at his head. It thumped against his shoulder and landed on the floor.
"Help!" Tom shouted at the phone,"She's getting abusive!"
You crawled over the bed and leaned down, snatching the phone from the floor.
"Fuck off, Haz!" you shouted into the phone and hung up.
Tom collapsed on the bed, laughing so hard, tears sprung from the corner of his eyes. You just sat there, arms crossed, glaring at him. He was so goddamn tickled with himself, that ass. But, if you're going to be honest, you were so relieved that you didn't have to talk to his mom.
Tom rolled over looking at you, choking on the last of his giggles.
"Don't be mad, babe." he said, casting those sad puppy dog eyes at you. How could you ever? He was so gorgeous, great in bed and a sick sense of humor that could rival your own. Mad? No.
