Cake

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by whydontwethomas

by whydontwethomas

Tom smiled at you,

"No, Tom. It's not for you," you said to him,

"but I really want some," he muttered, looking at the cake sitting on the bench behind you.

"Tom! That's for Zendaya's birthday," you laughed, "you terrible friend." He didn't stop looking at it,

"I'm dying, can I have cake now?" He asked.

"You're not dying."

"Then can I just have cake?" He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen,

"oh my god, Tom are you four?" You giggled.

"If I'm four then you're dating a minor, Y/N!" He said, looking fake-horrified. You walked over to him and kissed his cheek,

"fine, you're not a four year old! But you look like one..." You laughed at your own joke, Harrison from around the corner burst into a fit of laughter, you didn't even know how he heard you. Tom's eyes widened, he blinked a few times,

"well then," he fake sobbed. He ran past you into the kitchen, swiping a piece of icing from the cake,

"Tom!" You yelled, laughing and chasing him back out of the kitchen.

"Well if you're gonna be mean, I get cake," he giggled, eating the chunk of icing