30 Days of Tom Daley..

Part 6...

*NOTE* I'm changing the name to '7 Days Of Tom Daley,' because i think 30 Days is too long, sorry guys. I won't change it till the next part, i was just letting you all know now:-) Also, there will probably be two pages from now on in each part (if you're on a laptop) so don't forget to read both pages! i'll try and write at the top of each part how many pages there are, this one has two:-)

~Steph's POV~

As I walked to the restaurant that night, I asked myself what the hell I thought I was doing. I mean, come on Steph. This was Tom Daley, remember, that boy you hate? I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. When I told my mum, she nearly had a nervous breakdown, only because she wants Tom for herself. Ew. Dad was happy with it too though, as, in his words, 'anyone who treats my princess right, deserves to be her prince.' Like, seriously. He actually said that.

Anyway, I thought, it couldn't be that bad really. It was only one date, right? It didn't mean anything, right? But what did he mean when he said 'I'll prove to you that you're wrong about me.' How does he know how I feel about him..?

As I walked into the car park of the restaurant, I got a horrible feeling in my stomach. This was where it had happened...

But no. I wouldn't think about that. Not tonight, anyway.

I walked past two men in a white van who wolf-whistled as I walked past. I turned round and gave them my best glare. I wasn't even wearing anything revealing, just jeans and a white lace top. I ignored their shouts to me and carried on into the restaurant.

As I entered the restaurant, I scanned the room for Tom, but instead saw a group of giggling girls. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and walked over towards them. I assumed that Tom was in the middle of them. I was right, he was right in the centre of attention, taking pictures, talking and laughing with the girls. Hm. That was the first surprise of the night. He actually had time for his fans. Maybe he wasn't as ignorant as I thought, maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad as i thought. I leant against the wall for what I thought was going to be a long time, however as soon as he saw me, he extracted himself from the group of girls and walked over to me.

'Hey gorgeous. I'm sorry about that, I have to keep my fans happy.' He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

'They seem pretty obsessed with you.' I said, scathingly. We both turned round and saw all the girls watching us curiously, but when they saw Tom watching, they all smiled and fluttered their eyelashes and started giggling. Again. Tom grinned at them and then steered me over to a table in the corner. He pulled my chair out for me and we sat down. He looked stunning, obviously. He was wearing jeans with a blazer and a top (not speedos, unfortunately). Not many boys could pull it off, but Tom could. So, so well. I tore my eyes off his body and towards his face.

'Remind me why I'm here again?' I asked Tom. It took him a few seconds to stop looking at my chest and actually reply. Honestly, are there any members of the male species out there who aren't obsessed with sex?

When he finally did answer, he said quietly, 'you're here because you're curious about me, and you want to prove yourself right about me. I'm here because you're beautfiul and i want to prove you wrong about me.' He looked right into my eyes as he said that, and I looked right back at him. Oh my god, i need to learn to stop looking into his eyes. They're too beautiful, i could look into them all night.. I blinked and realised what he'd just said.

'And what, exactly, do you think i need to prove myself right about?' Ugh, he was so full of himself.

'You think I'm cocky, ignorant, just another guy who likes to sleep around and doesn't care about girls' feelings. I bet you think i couldn't even keep a girlfriend for more than a week.' Well he got that right. Exactly right, actually.

'Well, um. When you, uh, put it like that, it sounds horrible, but yes.' I coughed to hide my embarrassment, hoping he would change the subject. But of course, he didn't. Idiot.

'Well, that of course, is all wrong. And i'm going to prove it to you.'

'Oh really? How?'

'I'll be your boyfriend, of course. If it lasts for more than a week, i win. If it doesn't, then you win.' I choked on my drink and he looked alarmed. I honestly could not believe him. He thinks he can just walk into my life and declare himself my boyfriend. Well, if that's what he thinks, he's got another think comi- I stopped. He was looking at me again, with those pathetically gorgeous brown eyes that I'm sure he knows i can't resist.

'Fine. FINE. I'll do your stupid bet. And if it does last, what do you get?' I couldn't believe i actually just said that, but the way he looks at me...

'I win you, of course. And if you win, I'll admit you're right about me and you'll never have to see me again. Apart from in your magazines.' He winked at me again and i couldn't breathe. I wanted to look at him scathingly, but of course i couldn't. Because if you haven't already realised, i am a sucker for boys' eyes, and Tom's are the most beautiful i've ever seen. He is so perfect.

'I'll do it, but only to prove that you're wrong. No feelings, right? It doesn't mean anything at all?' I glared at him, until he sighed and said 'no. No it doesn't mean anything...nothing at all.'

We finally ordered our food and I said that i was just going to the bathroom. He smiled at me as i got up, and when i was halfway across the restaurant, I turned round to sneak a glance at him, but he was already looking at me. His head snapped round as soon as he saw me looking. I smirked and went into the bathroom. I got out my phone and texted Kaja.

'Casually dating Tom Daley x'

She replied immediately with 'WHAT? Omfg Steph are you SERIOUS? GIVE ME DETAILS. NOW!x' I smiled and put my phone away. She could wait for another couple of hours. Oh sure, for the whole two hours, she'd be sat staring at her phone waiting for me to call, but she'll be fine.. I looked in the mirror, checked my hair and make-up and smiled at my reflection. For once, i didn't mind it.

I went back to Tom, and the rest of the night sped by. We talked about everything; our familes, his dad dying, his diving, the Olympics, school, exams, our friends, everything. I even stole his phone and tweeted and followed Kaja off his twitter account. I smirked when i saw his phone background, a half naked picture of Cheryl Cole. He saw what i was looking at and blushed. He grabbed the phone back and stuffed it in his pocket. He glared at me when I started laughing about it, but then he grinned and asked me about my swimming. Thankfully, neither of us mentioned Chris, or what happened, apart from when i thanked him for saving me. He went serious and said that it didn't matter, that he'd do anything to make sure i was safe again.

The night was over too soon, it was like being with a completely different person to who you see in the media. He was actually kind of nice, and funny, in a cocky way. We walked home, still talking, and when we got outside my house, he stole my phone, got my number off it, and before i could protest, kissed me on my cheek and walked off, turned back at the corner of the road and blew me a kiss. I rolled my eyes and went inside to text Kaja. She wouldn't believe me, i know. Neither did i, really.

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