Hate You More

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Tom stood up and stuffed food into Harrison's mouth. "You're done talking."

You laughed at Harrison who was trying to chew everything that stuffed his mouth. His last statement though kept playing through your head. You wanted to know everything Tom has said about you now. You would have to speak to Harrison later, alone.

Paddy took his spoon and started to blow hot air onto it. He stuck in onto his nose trying to get it to stick. It fell off right after he took his hands away. He clearly wasn't interested in the conversation. You then decided to try. You blew hot air on the spoon then stuck it on your nose. It lasted only for a few seconds.

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Time seemed to fly by fast as it got closer to dinner with your family. Tom changed at his parent's house since he had some of his clothing there. He took you to your inn so that you could change and get ready.

Tom jumped on your bed as you grabbed a hair straightener. You sat on the floor in front of a standing mirror with your makeup sprawled out around you. You plugged in the straightener to let it warm up. Tom maneuvered around to watch you.

You were putting mascara on when you saw him looking at you in the mirror. "Enjoying the show?"

"Girls have so much to do to get ready."

You looked at all the products that circled around you. "You're not wrong."

The light on the straightener turned red signaling it was ready. You pulled your hair half-up half-down style to section it out. You then went strand by strand straightening each piece.

"You missed a piece in the back." Tom pointed at your hair.

"Where?"

"Left. Right. A little bit to the left. Just let me do it." Tom got off the bed after trying to direct your hand. He took the straightener and started to do your hair for you.

You thought it was only going to be that one, but then he took the hair tie out at the top to do the rest of it. You watched him through the mirror completely concentrated on making everything look straight. You smiled as you picked up your makeup again to finish.

"How does it look?" He asked looking over your hair to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"It looks great. Thank you." You leaned your head all the way back as he knelt over to give you a quick kiss.

You pulled out a dress in the closet you hung up the first day you arrived in London. You were about to pull your top off before remembering Tom was in here. "Turn around."

"What?"

You drew a circle in the air with you finger. "Turn around."

"Just because you're changing?"

"Yes."

"I've seen it all before."

"Thomas-"

Tom raised his hands in the air. "Turning. Turning."

You shook your head as you pulled on the dress. You reached behind you to zip up the zipper, but it got stuck halfway up. You tugged at it, went back down then up again, but it wouldn't budge.

You waddled over to Tom who was looking at all your makeup. He was confused on what some of the stuff was.

"Can you zip me up please? It's stuck."

Tom stood up as your turned around. You pulled all you hair to one side, out of his way. He zipped the dress down instead of up.

"Wrong way."

"Right." Tom slowly started to pull the zipper up. You could feel his hands slowly slide over your exposed back as he closed the dress. He took his time giving you shivers.

You swallowed when he finished. "Thank you."

"Sure you want to go to dinner?"

"No."

He chuckled. "Call in sick."

"If only it would be that easy. I'm pretty sure my mother would show up here and barge into my room to drag me out by the ear."

Tom looked at his watch. "We could be a few minutes late instead."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Many things, but I could let you drive." Tom put both of his hands on your hips. "I would keep my mouth shut when we got close enough so you can drive past the restaurant and honestly say you didn't know where you were going."

"Tom Holland."

"Yes?"

"You are going to be one lucky son of bitch tonight. Let's go."