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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"All packed?" Tom came over to you and dropped a suitcase by your feet. You zipped up your Spidey bag and nodded at him, smiling.
"All set!" you said, sitting next to him on the bed.
"I'm going to miss this bed," you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your mind flashed to earlier. He was so deliciously rough with you, it's a wonder you didn't break anything.
"We've put it to good use," Tom said, leaning his head on yours. His fingers tapped on your thigh, like he was impatient or nervous or something. Travel anxiety, maybe? But then you remembered. Of course! He was going to ask you something on the boat, right before your spectacular vomiting performance.
He was going to ask you something...important. But not THAT, right? There's no way he was going to ask you that. He was leaving after all and he was...20! He was 20 and no 20 year old would want to get ma- Don't think it! Don't even think it, Y/N. That's just bonkers. But this is Tom we're talking about.
You put your hand over his to stop his tapping but your hand was suddenly shaking. He intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed. Obviously he needed some prompting.
"Tom-" "Y/N-"
You both spoke at the same time, then laughed softly.
"Sorry," you said lifting your head to look at him," go ahead." You tried to smile but suddenly your mouth was very dry, so you licked your lips and managed something more like a grimace.
"Well, earlier, before the whole," he gestured in the air and made a gagging sound, "I wanted to ask you something."
You nodded. Good, Y/N, totally act natural.
"You know I'll be leaving soon for filming," he continued," and we've talked a bit about what will happen..."
You nodded again and squeezed his hand some more. Was he going to get down on one knee, you wondered.
"I don't ever want to be a apart from you," he took his other hand and cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb across it. You smiled. You were all about his rough touch, but when he touched you like this, so tenderly, it made you feel complete.
"And I love you so much..."
I wonder what kind of cut he got, you thought. Princess cut maybe? Or maybe cushion...Stop, Y/N! You stop that shit right now.
"Y/N, will you...come to Atlanta with me?"
Your lips were pursed to scream, Yes! but then the words sunk in and you closed your mouth.
Atlanta? What?
"What?" you said, wincing at the oh so apparent disappointed tone in your voice.
Tom let go of your hand and stood up, all animated.
"Think about it - I'll be renting a house and Harrison will be there, but there's plenty of room. I'll even have a pool. You could stay with me and I could get to come home to you every day," he was getting more excited and grinning just thinking about playing house with you," and then we won't have to worry about being away from each other, and I get to have you in my arms every night, and wake up with you every day. It'll be great!" He threw his hands up in the air at the end like, tada!
And you, you just sat there, hearing him but not listening, watching him but not really seeing him. Your disappointment was so thick in your mouth. You swallowed as if that was going to get rid of the feeling. How could you be so stupid, Y/N? Did you really think this kid was going to propose to you?
Fuck, you thought, for a moment there, I did. I even picking out rings.
"Y/N?" Tom raised his eyebrows.
You blinked and gave a little laugh. I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine, you thought over and over.
"Atlanta...oh," you said, your voice catching. You cleared your throat and forced a smile, "That's um..."
Tom's eyebrows lowered. He clasped his hands in front of him and watched you expectantly.
"I thought, maybe you were...," you said slowly, "nothing," you said shaking your head dismissively.
"You thought?" Tom's forehead creased. He was staring at you. Did he have to do that? You were trying to pull yourself together here.
Then you saw something change in his eyes, like something dawned on him, and then you knew that he knew.
"What did you think I was going to ask you?" He eyed you carefully.
"Nothing!" you nearly shouted then forced a little laugh that just made you look like a goddamn lunatic. Yeah, you're doing a super job, Y/N. Way to fucking go.
"So...?" Tom smiled at you.
"I can't come with you to Atlanta, Tom."
Now it was his turn to be disappointed. His smile faded and he crossed his arms, glancing down.
"Why not?" he kinda asked the floor.
"Tom...," you stood up and walked over to him. He looked up at you and you could tell he was hurt, "I can't just move to Atlanta with you. I've only just started feeling settled in London. I've finally got some semblance of a life here. I can't go backwards. You understand that, don't you?"
His arms were still crossed and he wouldn't look up at you, but he nodded slowly. You placed a hand on his arm, hoping to get some response.
"You do understand, right?" you repeated, stroking his arm softly now. His ears were turning that shade of red that always happened when he was hurt or angry. You couldn't tell which he was now. Probably a bit of both. Either way, he wasn't budging.
"Can you please say something?" you sighed. His pouting was starting to irritate you.
"The cab's probably here," he said, picking up both of your suitcases.
"We should go," he said briskly and rushed by you, out the door, and left you standing there, hands on hips, thinking, This is going to be a long ride home.
