Lover

Pretty... Darn Cheeky

Tom's POV

-"That was quite the interview today, huh, Tom?" says Jake, with fatigued sigh. I nod in agreement equally tired from today's outing. We're in the car, on our way back to the hotel and I'm scrolling through my schedule for the week.

Monday: 15:30~Flight back home
Tuesday: 09:00~London-Con
Wednesday: Haz
Thursday: 14:30~Fitting
Friday: 18:00~Marvel's Releases Party
Saturday:
Sunday: Golf!

Next week has been exhausting.

--"Yeah, right? Hey Tom, you didn't tell us about that thing that happened last week. With that girl." I snap my head up towards Harry and instantly my face starts to burn up. I can feel my face turning red.

Harry Holland- My brother
Nickname: Idiot/ moron/ stupid and so on...
Age: 20
Job status: Employed
Job description: Assistant/ director/ photographer
Relationship status: Unknown. (Flirts with every female he sees)

-"Tom are you blushing?!" Jake kind of states rather than asks. My eyes widen and I quickly look away and out the window, in an attempt to hide my face.

"What? No... No, I'm n-not." I try to say as non-flustered as possible. They both start laughing, Harry holding his stomach and Jake's vein at the side of his forehead looks as if it's about to burst!
"Guys, I wasn't!" I try saying again but it doesn't matter, they're probably not even listening to me anymore because they're still mocking me. ('Oh he was blushing alright!' 'His face is red!' )
"Guys!" I say one more time, in hopes of them coming back to themelves again. "Look, do you wanna know or not?" And with a few giggles from them again they recollect themselves and turn their attention back to me.
--"Okay lover boy, speak."
I roll my eyes at Harry's comment.
I look back at them, knowing they're definitely gonna tease me after this again, but anyway...

"Okay. Jake, you heard almost everything at the interview right? This girl bought coffee for this poor old lady, and gave her her jacket even though it was literally the coldest day in London history. But she told that lady that she loved the cold,which was obviously a lie. Poor girl was already getting goosebumps while she taking off her jacket! She turned in the corner of the building so I followed her because I wanted to know why she did it. And we had the most interesting conversation. And she was so kind, and funny, and smart, and pretty..."
Harry snorts and I realise what I said and so I quickly cover-up with "pretty... darn cheeky too," just so he can't hold it against me in some way.

-"Well, did you ask for her name?"
"Yeah." I say, turning to the window.
--"Well what is it then, mate?" Harry speaks.
"I-I don't know... She didn't tell me..."

-"Sounds like you got rejected, Tom. That's pretty bad!" Jake cracks up and Harry obviously joins him once more and I just sit there, fold my arms and continue thinking of that girl, looking out the window.

Whatever.