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"What are you doing?" I asked through my teeth as I smiled.
"Trying to make sure you don't get hurt." He said under his breath.
Tom Holland prince of hell X Reader princess of heaven
We walked back out hand in hand. My mother looked surprised, Tom looked happily with a sweet smile to me. "We have an announcement." Tom said, glancing at me for any last minute objections, "we are in love, and we're getting married." I couldn't tell if there were any negative reactions over the cheers over most of the room. He smiled at me helping me up to my mother. "You're going to marry him?" She asked, knowing how my sister acted. "I'm in love with him, mother." I lied, quite easily. She obviously believed me, grinning. "To Tomas and (F/n)!" She said, raising a glass. Everyone followed drinking, i look a glass of champagne and took it like a shot. This was going to be fun. I thought sarcastically. Tom laughed, following me, downing his drink. I was about to speak to Tom, when i was interrupted by his father.the whole room went silent when Dom stood. "A celebration, of my son Tom." He said, "and his lucky bride. A gala in our home." There was an applause, but i was pissed. 'Tom's bride.' Is that all i am now? Some fucking bride. I calmed down when Tom looked at me softly and spoke. "I'm the lucky one." He kissed my hand, smiling at me. The rest of the evening was boring, filled with congratulations and brown-nosing. I smiled at everyone and stayed silent. At the end of the night we said goodbye to everyone and made plans to visit Tom for an 'engagement gala' in about 3 days. Spent the next day picking yet another dress and heels. When i finally arrived to my room, i was mentally exhausted and i almost immediately fell asleep. We arrived at Holland Manor exactly on time. I wore casual clothes, planning on dressing later in the evening. Tom and his family were waiting on the front steps. It was very Greek/Roman architecture. He smiled at me when i stepped out of the enclosed carriage. I didn't see Tom again for 4 hours. It was now 7pm and I was getting dressed.
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(As you can see I chose a less poofy dress this time yay!) I was completely ready now. No backing out. No "pulling a Venus" my mother said earlier. I took a deep shuddery breathe. I met Tom at the end of an empty hallway. The entire manor was in the ballroom, it was strangely quiet for such a large place. "You look..." Tom Said, breathlessly. "I do clean up nice, don't i?" I said, laughing. He grinned. I reached out straightening his tie. I felt Tom's eyes watch my motions. I just focused on the tie. I stepped away smiling at him again. I heard the music begin to play. He held his arm out for men I placed a hand on his forearm. We entered the ballroom. It seemed a billion eyes were upon us. Tom led me to an open area of the ballroom and we began to dance together. I was quiet other than the music. When he got near my ear he whispered something, I couldn't stop thinking about; "I'm sorry about all this. You deserve better than this, better than me." When he pulled away and made eye contact as we kept dancing, his expression was soft, sad. I was swallowed by an indescribable feeling, it was strange, I couldn't quite describe it. I kept my eyes on him the rest of the time, neither of us dared to break eye contact. We danced for 10 minutes before Tom insisted we go out to the garden to rest. ('No James we aren't getting back together.' - Betty) We were both silent for a long time, neither daring to speak. When i looked to him, I realized he was already watching me. I blushed lightly and smiled a tiny bit. "It's pretty out here." He said "Yeah the view is breathtaking." I said "Yeah." He said, looking at me. "It is." "That's incredibly cliché." "Thought it was worth a try." He said laughing. We stared at each other for at least 5 solid minutes before Tom placed a hand on my cheek. I watched him and before i could talk myself out of it i was leaning towards him. Our lips collided, and his lips were soft and tasted of cupcakes. ( "So is this the part where you try and get in my pants?" I ask laughing. "Nah," he said casually, "this is the part where i ask you to be my girlfriend." "Yeah, that be nice." I said, he leaned in again, "the getting in my pants comes later then?" "Yeah, i figured I'd at least take you to dinner first." He said smiling too.
