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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"Hey, Pads, come here." Tom said, closing the door behind you. You clutched Tom's hand so tight you thought you might crush it. Your plan was to not let go of it all at this evening, not for one second.
"Paddy, say hi to Y/N. Remember, I told you about her?"
Paddy gave a shy wave.
"Hi Paddy," you said, waving back,"Tom, you said that Paddy was a little kid. Clearly this guy can take you on in a wrestling match!" you scoffed at Tom.
"I beat Tom in a sword fight " Paddy said proudly.
"A sword fight, really?!" you said, sounding amazed, "Are you any good with a lightsaber?"
Paddy nodded enthusiastically, "I have a green one and a red one."
"Well, I have a blue one. Maybe we can team up and take down your brother, sometime. Deal?"
You held out your hand and he shook it.
"That's not fair, two against one!" Tom exclaimed.
"Sounds to me like he's scared of us. What do you think, Paddy?" you smiled at him.
"Tom's not scared of anything," Paddy said.
"Well that's definitely not true," Tom laughed.
Sam appeared around the corner, "Hey, Y/N!"
"Sam!" you grinned as he came over to hug you. He had such a calming effect on you. You already felt a little more at ease.
"Where are Mum and Dad?" Tom asked.
"In the kitchen with Harry," Sam replied and ruffled Paddy's hair who scowled at him.
Tom looked at you and kissed the hand he held. You smiled anxiously. Don't be weird, you told yourself. Don't be weird. Don't be weird.
"Smells good!" Tom said, dragging you into the kitchen. You gripped the bottle of wine with the one hand, the other of course, pulverizing the bones in Tom's hand. His parents turned around with matching aprons on. Harry sat at a stool, on his phone and looked up.
"Hi, guys!" Tom's mother said, wiping her hands on a towel. She was so pretty, my god, how is she the mother of four boys, you thought.
Tom led you around the counter towards them.
"This is Y/N," he said, wriggling his hand out of your grip and placing it on the small of your back, "My mum, Nikki, dad Dominic," he said pointing to both of them. You felt him give you a small push. That's my cue, you thought. You hugged the wine bottle tightly with both hands now.
Here we go.
"Thank you for having me over. I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal. I'm pretty sure Tom was in diapers," you giggled nervously.
Ummmmm, What the actual fuck, Y/N?!
Everyone was silent for a second. Tom's mouth opened slightly. The timer on the stove went off. You forgot to breathe. Then Harry erupted into laughter, with Dom and Nikki joining him.
"Oh she's a treat, Tom," Dom laughed.
"I told you she was funny," Tom said, looking at you proudly. You loosened your grip on the wine bottle a bit, exhaling slowly. Well, now that THAT was out of the way...
"Not sure if this family can handle any more comedians," Nikki said sarcastically, approaching you with her hands out. She took the bottle of wine from you.
"Now, let's open this up, shall we?" she smiled at you, "Something tells me you could use a drink."
