Main characters: Tom Sturridge, Reader
When you came home that day, you couldn't help but bring your hand to your lips. A smile appeared on your face. Mia was right. You'd realized it yourself.
It wasn't really right for you. To love someone older than you. You never dared to love anyway but your opinions changed after meeting Tom. It was as if a completely different life had opened up before your eyes.
You changed your clothes. For some reason, you seemed happy. You were normally a bored girl who didn't enjoy life. You were the kind of girl everyone hated, the one who didn't even want to talk to anyone. Now it was as if someone else had taken his place.
Comfortable pajamas and a messy bun. That was you. You looked at yourself in the mirror. At that moment, you truly felt valued. You sat down at your desk. You took out your books. You started studying. The small light illuminated the room somewhat. At least you could see what you were reading. That was enough.
You looked at the clock. It was getting late. What had Tom done? He'd probably fallen asleep. Or maybe she's thinking about a kiss, just like you.
The screen's light flashed. You thought, "Tom." A huge disappointment. Mia. You joined the conversation.
"Hey girl, where did you disappear to? We've been looking for you! Where did you go with Tom?"
Your fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. You pressed the send button. She was going to ask a ton of questions again. Typical best friend behavior.
"We were just bored at the party. There was too much noise. We went to the park too."
She was probably giggling on the other end of the phone. That's why she was replying so late.
And yes. Questions... You took a deep breath.
"Nothing... We just chatted, that's all."
"Do you think you can fool me? A voice inside me says you've done more than that, Y/n."
You remembered the kiss, a smirk appearing at the corners of your lips. Mia was probably waiting for you excitedly.
You smiled while waiting. The books were forgotten. Studying was forgotten. You were only curious about what Mia would write.
"Wow... Wow... Wow... You're faster than me, girl."
"What? I'm telling the truth. You only met twice. And you immediately kissed him on the lips. You're fast."
A giggle spread across her face as she read it. The gentle sound of rain outside calmed his soul.
"I hate myself for this."
"Hey, don't say that. After that idiotic ex-boyfriend, this is amazing."
That's how Mia was. She always badmouthed her ex-boyfriend, in every situation. No matter the topic. You sighed.
"Anyway, I have to go, I have classes to study."
"Couldn't you take a break, Y/n? You're always working anyway. Anyway. I wish you all the best in your work."
Red heart. You hung up the phone. Of course you couldn't work. Thoughts. Oh, these thoughts... Tiring...
More things. It was all exhausting to think about. You made yourself a steaming hot cup of coffee. Maybe that would help. You put your phone on airplane mode. You didn't have to put it on airplane mode. Besides, who would be texting at this hour anyway? You looked at the clock one last time.
You took a sip of coffee, picked up your pen, and began to work. The pen lingered between your lips as you read the article. You were tired. Working after the party was really tiring. It would have been better if you hadn't gone to the party, but you couldn't refuse Mia.
If you hadn't gone, there wouldn't have been a memorable moment for you. There wouldn't be a moment to make you smile. You wouldn't have fun.
Your eyes were slowly closing. The pen fell to the floor. It woke you up. You were really tired now. You fell asleep at the table before going to bed.
You slowly opened your eyes as the alarm suddenly rang. The morning light illuminated the room. You looked around. You looked at the clock.
No message. Just two unnecessary emails.
You sighed, went to the kitchen, and made yourself some coffee—ice-cold coffee to wake you up. You went to the bathroom. You took a hot shower. You wrapped the horn around your body.
As soon as you got out of the shower, you grabbed your coffee and went to your room. You got dressed and put on makeup. A simple floral dress and your hair tied up.
When you received a notification on your phone, you approached the table where your phone was and picked it up.
Why were you looking at it? It was probably an email. You unlocked the phone using the button. The time appeared. A couple of emails and a message at the bottom of the email.
Tom: "Good morning, madam."
Your eyes sparkled. You smiled. You've entered the message. Her slender fingers moved across the keyboard.
"Good morning. Did you wake up for me, or are you waking up at this hour?"
You grabbed the keys to leave the house while waiting for a message. Just as you were turning off the lights, a message notification sounded.
"Did you forget? I'm an actor. I wake up early to go to the set."
"Oh, right. I forgot. I'm sorry, university has been a bit stressful lately."
"Ah, I understand. You don't need to apologize, ma'am. My job is very tiring. I memorize a hundred sentences a day."
He smiled as an emoji. You smiled. You continued writing.
"Did you learn how to use the phone?"
"Yes, I know almost half of it. I'll learn the rest of it too. Dean is helping and, of course, teasing. It's so frustrating."
Laughter escaped your lips. He probably would have been angry if he had seen that. You hung up the phone. You went to university.
Tom got up. He made coffee and drank it. This time he neatly combed his hair. He put on his shirt and tucked it into his trousers. He put on his black sunglasses, which everyone loved so much. He left the house.
He was tired from filming. He drank water. In his new film, he played a man's friend. That's why it was boring. At least, that's how it seemed to him.
Exhausted in the final scenes He wasn't in a state to think about anyone. He just wanted to go home and sleep. It would normally be like this, but he thought of you. Your lips. Your smile. He had recovered somewhat.
You had barely spoken for a week. His film work, your university. He didn't even cross your mind anymore. Mia's boring speeches and invitations to the party were typical, normal things.
You wanted something new. Strange. Diffrent. That's why you went to the bar. You don't normally drink, but it's university. The exams had exhausted you.
You walked through the bar door. You sat down in one of the swivel chairs and asked the waiter for a drink. The waiter placed your drink in front of you. You looked at the drink. You picked it up and immediately drank it in one gulp.
Actually, it wasn't just one glass. More followed. Two? Three? Four? Maybe 5 glasses at most. You checked your phone. There were no messages from anyone. Just... The diploma slot is full.
You looked up from your phone when a man sat down next to you. You looked at the man. He looked like someone who was only a few years older than you. He ordered a drink. Because you weren't in your right mind, you looked at almost every part of the man's body.
You bit your lip. You drank the last sip in the glass. The man looked at you.
"Hey hey, what are you doing? You can't just suddenly start drinking like that."
You looked at the man. Your eyes were closing from the alcohol. You were staggering because you weren't used to it. Your gaze shifted to the man. He had been worried about you.
You stood up and stumbled, bumping into someone. They looked taller than you.
When you looked up, the man seemed very familiar. You widened your eyes. No, it can't be...
He was looking at you in surprise. He was surprised you were drinking like that. You told him you weren't drinking. You whispered to yourself.
"Y/n, what are you doing here? Come on. Let's go, I'll take you home."
To your house? Did he know your address? Mia had probably told him. Oh, Mia.
You got into a taxi carefully. You was muttering something. It was incomprehensible. You rested your head on his shoulder. He looked at you. Oh my God, it was embarrassing.
He pulled you out of the taxi and paid for what was probably a very cheap fare. He grabbed you and pulled you towards him. When you reached the front door of the house, he managed to take the key from your pocket.
You walked in. He put the key on the table, closed the door, and held you. His steps were slow. He led you to the bed. He put you to bed. You writhed in pain. He simply carefully removed your shoes and threw them on the floor. He didn't touch anything else.
Tom came closer to you. He sat on the edge of the bed. You were still muttering something. He pushed the strand of hair that had fallen across your face aside, behind your ear.
For some reason, it felt warm, as if I'd known you for years. It's as if you've met before in your previous life. He withdrew his hand. He stood up. He wanted to leave. He couldn't stay here. Just as she was about to leave, you grabbed her arm. Your eyes were closed, and you whispered something.
It's just a simple phrase, but it carries thousands of meanings. Should he have done it? Or should he have gone home? He had never been so indecisive in his life.
He lay down beside you calmly. Tom didn't do anything. He just stood there. He watched her face. He was going to leave early anyway.
You clung to him like an octopus. His eyes remained open. For a while. Then he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.
What have I done? He muttered to himself.
Tom sighed. A moment later, the sounds of their breathing mingled together. Peace. There was only peace in the middle of it all and two people embracing each other.
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