At The Marriott
The elevator dings and Tom's brothers and best friend, Harrison, get off the elevator. They wave to you, almost like they know you. Could Tom have told them about you? Why would he, you're just some weird girl who accidentally texted him.
Saturday: 9:09 am
Tom: Oh, hi guys! This is...
Harry: Y/N? The one you said was getting here early, that you always talk about?
Y/N: You talk about me to them?
Tom: Not a lot
Tom: Just a few times
Y/N: I'm honored
Harry: I would be creeped out but I guess that's just me
Paddy: It's not just you
Sam: I think you're the only person who would be honored by that
Y/N: Well I'm sorry that you are close to him
Y/N: Anybody else who doesn't personally know any celebrity would be honored too
Paddy: You're insane
Y/N: Have you seen the comments on his posts?
Y/N: People will do anything to get noticed by him
Tom: She's right
Tom: People call me their husband in the comments
Haz: I basically manage your Instagram, you think I don't know that
Tom: I know you know that
Paddy: Do you want us to leave you can chat about life and...discuss 😉
Y/N: I'm gonna stay out of this conversation
Y/N: *To Tom* Should I know what he means?
Sam: So she doesn't know
Harry: I guess not
Paddy: Oh no!
Tom: Paddy! You can shut up before I kill you!
Y/N: Calm down
Sam: Lets go...
Harry: I second that
Haz: *walks to elevator*