How to be us - Tom Felton x Reader

You Manwhore!

"Okay! My question is: why are you even trying to make up an apolodgy! I know you can come with me!" Dylan announced trough the phone. "Besides, it is our deal."

"For the hundredth time, I am not going to go to your brother's super fancy party, just because you decided to have sex with your sister-in-law's sister." I announced as I ended a math's problem. "Like what were your brain cells thinking: let's explode all at once and show this boy what being stupid really is about?" I looked outside and saw as the sun came down and the sunlight hit my piano at the connour of my room. "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm Dylan." 

I ignored him and continued. "Besides, it must be in about three hours, I would have no time to be ready and my parents wouldn't let me go." I said with a pretentious face.

He rolled his eyes. My phone was leaning on a pile of books so that he could see my face while facetiming me. "First, it is your part of the deal. Second, I have everything sorted out: dress, hair and shit like that. Third, I know your parents wouldn't mind, expecially because you'd be sleeping at a friend's instead of being home-alone for the whole weekend."

"I'm going to think about it." He had his point... Hardin, what do you say?

"You know that these fancy parties mean free excellent food, right?" Dylan said sugestively as he would do some push-ups, before brushing his wet hair. Hardin, there is no need to say more. I'm all in for this party!

"Just a hypothetical, not so hypothetical question: Let's say I accept the invite, what would I have to do at the party: say we're dating, be presented to your family, be kissed by you serveral times, since the said girl is going to be there all the time?" I asked as I started to tidy my things.

"All that, but don't worry, it won't be something you're not used to." He smirked as he would put some cologne on. It seemed as if he had called me as he was getting ready for the party.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes as I undid my ponytail.

"Perfect!" He said, smirking. "I'll be at your house in ten minutes with the dress. The hairdresser and the make-up artist must be there in fifteen." With this he hung up, leaving me with my thoughts. I laughed at how efficient he was as I decided to take a shower, without washing my hair, since the hairdresser would do it anyway. The moment I finished sliding my Game of Thrones fandom shirt, before calling my parents to ask them permission to go, I heard the doorbell.

"Hi." I smiled as I opened the door. He didn't say a 'hello', he simply rushed into my home. "Yeah, sure. Go on. Make yourself at home!" I punched him with my words, not closing the door. "You know what? Get out of my house and ask politely to enter." 

"I'm not five, baby girl." He laughed, not taking me seriously.

"Mr. Sarcastic Manwhore, get out of my house and rering the bell and ask politely to enter." I pointed my finger outside. Surprisingly, he did as told, chuckling through the process. 

"So, this is the dress I bought. See if you like it." He handed me a dress and he waited at the living room as I dressed it on the bathroom.

It was a beautiful dress with some leaves on it. It unexpectidly fit me very well and I was starting to fall in love with it.

"It is beautiful, Dylan." I announced from the bathroom. 

"Let me see how it stays on you then." He asked unpatiently. I step out of the bathroom and modled for him, laughing along the process.

"Couldn't have choosen better!" He congratulated himself, when the hairdresser and the make-up artists came in.

While I was painted, at least it seemed like it - I was going to turn into a clown, I was sure! - and my hair got curled, Dylan kept giving orders to the professionals and surfing through his phone, when, suddenly, he seemed surprised.