Lover

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Tom's POV

It's quite the evening tonight. As I expected, there's about 500 guests here dressed in their best outfits. I look around as I take a walk to our table, some familiar faces and some unknown ones. Harrison and I were quite late, arriving here at 6:45. Of course we skipped a few the formalities, not that I'm complaining at all. I spot Chadwick and Chris (Pratt), and start moving towards them, as we share a table. We were informed before hand who we were sitting with and our table number.

"Hey guys." I pat Chris' back.
-"Tom! Hey," he whisper-shouts I guess. I go ahead and sit next to him. He's sat next to his wife- who's name I can't remember- And next to her, is Karen and her date. I give them all quick hi's and hellos and then introduce them to Harrison. Surprisingly, they already met on one of the sets, which I'm thankful for because the air is definitely more comfortable rather than tense or awkward.

I spot Robert on the table infront of us, with Chris Evans, Mark, and Scarlette. The main avengers. I still get starstruck sometimes.
I see Benedict and Tom Hiddleston at other tables, as well. I'd have to go greet them later. But most importantly, where's Jake?

"Ladies and gentlemen. Can I have your attention please?" The woman on stage taps her glass with a spoon, making everyone's eyes fall on her.

"Please welcome on stage the founder of MARVEL, Mr. Goodman."
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Alia's POV

We arrive at the venue 15 minutes late! Eliott was driving super slow and he kept taking the wrong turns. I was ready early. It was El- who came to pick me up at 5:49- that delayed. We showed the guard our tickets and pointed us to where we should park the car. We jump off, and start making our ways to the entrance.

I take a deep breath. I adjust my dress so that it's more presentable and brush my fingers through my curled-up hair one last time.

-"Are you ready?" Eliott asks.
"Nervous... That's all. But I think I'm fine." I laugh it off.
-"You know the whole way here you've been screaming at me to drive faster, I haven't had the chance to tell you." He says, smiling.
-"You look great tonight, doofus." He teases.
"Thank you and you look fabulous, as always. And I'm sorry for screaming at you. But, mate, you need to retake your driving test."
-"Ugh, whatever, Alia," he playfully rolls his eyes, -"The point is that I got you here safe. And you do realise that we've been stand in front of the door for quite a while now. We really should go inside."
"Oh, yeah, right." With that I loop my arm with his and we step in.

We're instantly welcomed with warmth from the inside of the hall. It was spectacular! The theme was red and white, obviously, but it was very posh and sophisticated. The guy at the door looks at our tickets and someone escorts us to our table. Eliott and I look at each other with awe because of all the celebrities we know. There's Paul Rudd, Benedict Cumberbatch, Hugh Jackman's here also. Karen Gillan, Chris Pratt, Chadwick Boseman, Scarlette, Chris Evans!
And there he is ... The man who gives my life meaning, the man who has given me purpose! The one, the only....

-"Robert fucking Downey is here!" El softly squeels in his seat, as do I. I nod ecstatically. We have a mini fangirl session before our attention was grabbed by the man who appeared next to us. Three words.
Jacob.
Goddamn.
Gyllenhaal.

--"Is anyone sitting here?" He asks, tapping his fingertips on the chair.
-"N-no," Eliott says, obviously completely starstruck. He clears his throat a little before deepening his voice a bit also, "There's No one sitting there, you can take the chair." He sounds more confident.

I'm just staring at Jake - Who I think is getting a bit uncomfortable...

--"Um, ok cool." And just when I thought he was leaving so I could finally breath again, he does the most insane thing. He sits down. Next to us. Next to me!
--"So, you guys are in the industry?" He's talking to me? He's talking to me! What do I do ? Oh my God, speak Alia. Use your mouth and make words!
"Um, We- uh - No! Um, we're not..." Oh jeez, what the actual fuck is wrong with me? I mentally slap myself.
The table is silent for a while, which is making us all uncomfortable. So I try to cut the tension.
"We got our tickets from, er, one of his friends actually," I say while gesturing to Eliott. "From the Liverpool team."
--"Oh, you play soccer? I mean football as you guys call it." He smirks, and leans forward in order to listen to El over the chatter around the room.
And with that Jake and Eliott clicked. Apparently, Jake's a huge sports fan, so is El. The rest of the conversation was full of laughter and silly talk. The two of them really hit it off...