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raincheck T.H.

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One thing about London, something that Tom absolutely loved, was that there were always places undiscovered, places he had yet to go to and experience. Now, however, after his fame in Hollywood had risen, going out was something, he had learned, he used to take for granted.

He's walking into a store -- Fortnum & Mason -- when he hears a crowd ahead of him. His eyes widen as the screams amplify and girls start running to his spot. Glancing into the doors of the store, he chooses to turn around -- there's no way he'd go unnoticed in a store like that.

Spinning on his heel, he's speed-walking in the other direction, making a left turn as his calves burn. He turns around and notices none of the fans have caught up to him, and he picks his steps up a little. Straight ahead, are at least a dozen and a half paparazzis. He curses under his breath and crosses the street, taking a right turn as the familiar screams fill his ears again.

Inhaling quickly, he takes off running, taking turns and pivoting when a stray street comes. He's pretty sure he's lost the majority of them, until a group of four girls come running to a stop at the end of the street he's on. Luckily, they haven't noticed him yet, and he makes a dash for the building doors directly in front of him.

Stumbling into the building, he mutters another curse word just as a few heads swivel to glance at what the ruckus is. His face heats up, ears reddening as palms growing infinitely sweatier.

"Quiet, please," an old woman with glasses speaks over the silence. She's leaning against the main counter, eyebrows up as she stares daggers into Tom. He smiles sheepishly, turning to look at the door and watching as fans and paparazzi run past the darkened glass of the library. He breathes out a sigh of relief and brushes his thighs, hoping to freshen up as best he can. Before he gets very far, you come out from behind a worker room, standing next to the old woman and bidding her a goodbye.

She's whispering words into your ear, unbeknownst to Tom, she's warning you about the noisy boy in New Balance's. You giggle quietly as she makes her way out of the building, waving to you one final time. You take her position: leaning against the counter and reading through a book. After five minutes, you can feel someone's eyes on you, and you glance up. There, the brown-haired boy -- the one Ms. Gallagher had warned you of -- was staring at you. Upon realizing you had caught him, he looked away quickly, and you giggled again, bookmarking your page and placing it on a shelf unviewable to anyone not standing behind the counter.

You start to stamp the books on the counter, placing them on the rolling cart next to you. Tom watches you the entire time. He's sitting in an armchair, giving him the perfect view of you and the exit. When another boy, probably a few years younger than Tom, comes up to you with a book, his gaze grows harder.

After checking his book out, you wave to him gently, and Tom is strolling over to you. His moves in getting up are so swift you almost miss them.

"Hi," he whispers, standing across from you, the counter between your figures.

"Hi. How can I help you?" you grin slightly, and he looks down to his hands before leaning both of his elbows on the counter as you're doing. You stamp another book, plopping it gently on the cart, and he finally grows the courage to speak again.

"I was just... uh-" he looks at a book on the counter, grabbing a random one and opening it. "Looking for this book I've been reading."

You laugh, a genuine one, and Tom wonders what he's said that's so amusing. As it turns out, it's not what he's said, but what he's done. "This book," you take it from his hands, rotating it before placing it back in his exceptionally large hands. "Just so happens to be upside down. Can you read that way?"