Always, Yours

7 - Sharing Beds & the Green-Eyed Monster

warnings: bed sharing, fluff, and a wee bit of jealousy

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Tom laughed at the next photograph, one your mum took of the two of you after you moved into your new flat, Tom had his hands held high in surrender, you held your pillow high above your head in triumphant victory. It was small, one bedroom with a tiny kitchen and mediocre living room but to both of you, it felt like home. You were working on your portfolio, taking jobs as a photographer all across London and Tom was starting rehearsal for a show in Piccadilly Circus. It only made sense that you moved out to London together. One thing neither of you anticipated was just how expensive the rent would be on two-bedroom flats.

He smiled at your caption, tracing each letter with his thumb.

The start of our lives together as real adults

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Two Years Ago

Eighteen Years Old

"Well, what if we just got a one-bedroom?" Tom asked.

"One bedroom?" You raised an eyebrow at Tom, clicking through the listings of one-bedroom flats instead of two on your laptop.

"Right, like we're living in a dorm American style. It's like half the price of a two-bedroom. Now that's something we could afford."

You couldn't help but agree with Tom, resting your head on his shoulder as he took a sip from his mug of tea.

"I was looking forward to a comfy queen size bed of my own, a view of Thames from my window. But I think for now this might be our best bet," you smiled, spotting when you got to a relatively nice looking flat for rent near a few Tube stops, "how about this one?"

"Perfect, should we give them a call?" He asked, setting his mug down and grabbing his jacket, jostling you from your nice spot resting against his shoulder.

"Right now? Like right this very second?"

"Y/N, c'mon, I know you love the croissants here as much as I do-," Tom laughed when you quickly ate the last of your pastry, "but we gotta get out of this town."

"Okay," you agreed, pulling out your phone and dialing the number of the website.

And that's how you found yourself, one week later, struggling to carry Tom's twin size mattress up six flights of stairs because it wouldn't fit in the elevator.

"Okay, on the count of three, you turn to the left, lift up, I turn to the right and also lift up, we get it over this bannister and we're at our floor," Tom instructed, bending his knees slightly to ground himself.

You made it through the door to your floor, where Tom helped direct you toward the door to your flat.

"You guys got it?" Your mom asked, your moms and Nikki helping to unpack some of the random kitchen supplies that they all pitched in to get you.

"Yep!" You shouted back, helping Tom walk toward your room.

You heard the tail-end of the conversation between your parents just before you made it to your bedroom.

"I say they quit pretending and just buy a queen sized bed. I mean, one room?" Your mum laughed quietly.

You couldn't help but flush and wonder if Tom heard them as well.

"Alright, you said your bed should be getting delivered later today, right?" Tom asked as you set his mattress down on his bed frame.

"Right, Amazon estimated by six or so."