Holly Peterson skyrocketed to fame by simply sitting in her worn-out car, recording her candid thoughts, and sharing them online. Success came swiftly, propelling her into the spotlight and into a whirlwind romance with a fellow celebrity-a high-pro...
"Got you a cup of tea," he grins, handing it out for me as I take a seat on the chair.
"Ha," I laugh dryly, accepting the tea. "You don't even know how I take my tea -"
"Teabag gets taken out before it's been in for fifteen seconds, two teaspoons of milk and stir," he recites, and I'm well and truly astounded.
"How - I've never told you that?"
It's his turn to laugh now. "Yes you have. Literally the second time we got drunk together. You told me that in the unlikely case I was ever asked to make you tea, you only liked the teabag in the mug for thirteen to fifteen seconds, and two teaspoons of milk. You were - how to put - very assertive, I'll tell you that," he laughs, recalling the memory that I had no awareness of.
"How arrogant of drunk me. I apologise," I laugh, sipping from the top of the mug. It tasted perfect.
"Don't," he cuts in. "I knew I was a goner the moment you said it," he says lightly, and the butterflies return yet again.
Trying to hide a blush, I focus on the sunset - and my tea, whilst Harry presumably sorts out the cigarettes. It's just under a minute later that he hands me a lighter and my cigarette, with his already in between his lips.
It's barely lit when someone from down below shouts our names.
"Oi! Smokers, hurry the fuck up, dinner is ready," Cal shouts down from below.
"Start without us," Harry yells back down, maintaining his usual speed, no sense of urgency at all.
"Don't blame me if there's no food left when you get down here," Cal yells, before walking off, back into the interior area.
"You'll be complaining you're hungry later," I chastise him, allowing him to wrap his arms around me from behind, his deodorant mixed with the smell of the cigarette wafting in the air around us.
"Maybe," he whispers, taking a toke from his cigarette.
"You're hopeless."
"Hopelessly in love," he retorts quickly. "Sorry. That was gross."
I nod my head, barely containing my laughter. "So grim."
"Mean it though."
"I know you do."
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@ilovehollypeterson123: ❤️
@hollypeterson: STOP THIS INSANITY NOWWWWWW😭
@hollypeterson: also stop showing me up like DAMN let me dig into your folder in my camera roll brb
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@isortoflikewroetoshaw: what were you watching?? (i'm not immune to the hand veins)
@wroetoshaw: I was actually watching Pretty Lonesome for your information
@wroetoshaw: And what is it with girls and hand veins??
@wroetoshaw: Is this why you want to hold my hand all the time???
