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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"Aw, you're wearing your new boots," you smiled at Tom.
"Of course I am," he said spinning around to show off the goods, "They're the best present I've ever gotten."
"Well, I'm sure that's not true," you smirked, giving your hair an elaborate flip.
"I meant second best, baby," he said in a ridiculously sleazy tone and pulled you in by the waist to give you a smooch.
"Please don't ever use that voice again," you laughed, pushing him away playfully, "You sound like that one relative that you're not quite sure is an uncle or cousin, who just keeps telling you how grown up you look at every Christmas, but the whole time he's just ogling your tits."
Tom burst out laughing, "That's so very specific, Y/N."
"Come on," you said grabbing your purse, "We've got to get some wine to bring to dinner."
You followed Tom to the car and discreetly texted Harrison:
YOU: On our way 💩 HARRISON: Why do you have to shit on everything, Y/N? 😭 YOU: 😂🤷♀️because I love you😚😚 HARRISON: 🤮 YOU: 🖕🖕🖕 HARRISON: See you in a few 🖕🏻🖕🏻
A little while later, you pulled up to the restaurant. Tom offered you his arm and looked at the door.
"This is where Harry works," he said, brow wrinkled.
"Oh weird!" you laughed nervously. You totally suck at surprises. You have zero chill when it comes to this sort of thing.
Tom held the door for you and you walked in quickly. The main area was filled with regular patrons. You continued to walk towards the private area on the other side. Tom stood at the wine shelf, pointing at it with a confused look.
"Y/N, the wine's over here...," he said.
"Just follow me," you hissed, waving at him. Yeah, you completely suck at this.
Tom followed you through another set of doors and was met by a loud roar of,
"SURPRISE!!"
His jaw dropped as his eyes panned around the room, taking in the sea of faces. His family and Harrison were up front. Tuwaine was clapping and laughing next to them. Besides that, you really didn't recognize anyone, save for some that you'd seen in pictures.
It suddenly occurred to you that you were probably going to have to meet a buttload of new people tonight. You hadn't thought about that. Yikes.
Your anxiety started to fester. Especially with everyone looking at you as you stood by him, probably wondering, Is that her? Oh, get over yourself, Y/N. No one cares about your crusty ass.
"Did you do this?!" Tom laughed, waving at everyone.
"I had nothing to do with this. It was all your folks and Harrison," you said. And they pulled it off too. The place was decked out in Spider gear: red and blue streamers hung from the light fixtures; there was a giant banner, declaring "Happy Birthday, Tom" in some sort of webbed font; the DJ booth was flashing red and blue strobes in beat with the music; and on a table on the far side, amid the myriad of gifts, was a Spider-Man cake, raised on a dais in all its glory.
Tom made his way through the crowd, greeting everyone, giving hugs, kisses, bro hugs or whatever it is that grown men do. You kinda followed, but didn't want to appear clingy. You spotted Sam and made you way towards him because he seemed to have a neutralizing effect on you when you were anxious. Harry was with him and handed you a shot before you could even get a Hello out of your mouth. Bless that dude.
"Come take your medicine, Y/N," he said full of snark. He knew you too well.
You knocked it back and smiled, licking your lips.
