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 paced around your flat, wringing your hands. Tom said he'd be there around 6pm to pick you up for supper. He left early that morning for some meeting or another. You couldn't keep track. That was Harrison's job.
Your mind raced through your amazing night together, your lips slowly curling into a smile. You brought your hands up to your cheeks, still pacing. They were on fire. The two of you were on fire and it was so different now. You were both exposed with nothing left to hide. And it made you free to feel each other completely. He loved you and you loved him and the whole thing was simply wonderful.
Afterwards, Tom made it a point to tell you that was making love. He was right. And then he fell asleep on top of you, his head on your chest. You remembered he needed to acclimate to London time, but he was out cold and you didn't have the heart to wake him. You also kind of liked having him there, covering you with his warm body. Okay, you loved it.
You pulled your phone out texted Tom.
Y/N: Where are you? TOM: Pulling up now.
You grabbed your bag and a bottle of wine, then headed out the door. Tom sat behind the wheel of some blue sedan. You peered into the window.
"I didn't know you had a car." You slid into the passenger seat and gave him a quick kiss.
"It's my parents' car," he smiled, eyeing you, "Are you going to wear that?"
You looked down quickly. You had a light, black sweater, jeans and black booties on. What was wrong with it? You made sure the girls were covered. You looked at Tom a little panicked. He burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just fucking with you. You look beautiful."
You gave a relieved smile.
"You're such a dick. I'm a nervous wreck over here!"
"It's okay, darling. You're going to be fine." he reassured you, grabbing your hand and kissing it.
You took a deep breath and sighed. Fine, just fine. But you were always fine when you were with him. More than fine.
In no time, Tom pulled up in front of his house and parked. He turned the car off and looked at you. You looked straight ahead, holding the bottle of wine in your hands, white knuckled. He brushed your hair behind your shoulder and gave a little squeeze.
"Y/N, they're going to love you."
You nodded, trying to coach yourself through this. Okay, you're going to go in there, flash them a winning smile, be absolutely charming. Don't be weird, don't drink too much, don't mention fucking their son...
"Y/N?" Tom gave you a little shake and you snapped out of your internal pep talk. You looked at him and practiced that winning smile. How did that look? Did it look convincing? He smiled back at you.
You leaned over and gave him a kiss, just a little something to tide you over until later. You were definitely going to need more of that later.
"I love you," you said opening your door, "Let's do this."
