London Lovers

11. The bestfriend

"I'm home! Where are you mate?" Harry got cut off by the voice of Harrisons roommate, Harry's brother. It felt like I heard that voice before. "We're in here!" Harrison replied. "Who's we?" The boy asked as he walked in the living room. "April?" He exclaimed. I turned my head towards the door. "Oh my god Tom?" I was so confused. Tom is Harrisons best friend and Harry's older brother? "What are you doing here?" Tom asked. "You two know each other?" Harrison frowned. "Yeah, she's Paddy's dance teacher and we went out the other night." Tom explained. "Wait, you guys went on a date?" Harry seemed a little upset. I didn't know what to say because I had no idea if that night was a date or not. "Yeah, we did. We went to Circolo Popolare." Tom answered. My cheeks turned red. Oh my god, he called it a date. I went on a date? "No fucking way! You went to that restaurant?" Harrisons mouth dropped. "What's up with that restaurant?" I squeezed my eyes a bit. "That's like THE most romantic restaurant in London! You lucky bastard." Harry slapped me on my shoulder. I blushed. He took me on a date to the most romantic restaurant in London. Oh. My. God.

"So, what are we watching?" Tom squeezed himself in-between me and Harry. "Dude, I was sitting next to April!" Harry groaned. "I went on a date with her, not you. Let me sit next to her." Tom defended himself. I smiled. "We were about to pick a movie, but then you barged in." Harrison answered Toms question. "Well, how about Spiderman: Far from home?" Tom smirked. "You self-obsessed prick." Harry punched him. "Let's watch Divergent." Harrison suggested. "Yes, I love that movie!" I exclaimed. Tom chuckled. His laugh is so cute. Harry put on the movie and we all sat back.

"I'm hungry." Harry whined. "April, would you mind to get some snacks from the kitchen?" Harrison asked. They make me feel at home already, I love it. "Sure, but I got told to not touch anything, remember." I smirked. "This is an exception. This is about food." Harrison laughed. I chuckled and got up from the couch. I felt someone following me to the kitchen. I turned around and suddenly Tom stood extremely close to me. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My cheeks turned red. "I thought I'd help you a bit, sweetheart." Tom whispered. I could feel his minty breath on my skin. He stroked my arm with his index finger. "Thank you." I stumbled. He opened a drawer and pulled out a bag of popcorn. He put the bag into the microwave and set a timer of two minutes. My fingers drummed nervously on the counter. He put his hand on mine. My heart stopped. "How about you and I go on a date again. Tonight." He said in a soft voice. "Tonight?" I mumbled. "Yes tonight. Or do you got any other plans?" He still whispered. "No, not at all." I replied. My hands were shaking lightly. "Great, I'll pick you up at seven." He said, standing behind me which caused him to breathe down my neck. I got goosebumps all over my body. "Yeah, uhm, sure." I revealed a small smile. "Good." He replied. He stroked my back and walked back to the guys. I let out a shaky breath. I noticed I was holding my breath the whole time. Tom makes me so nervous. Not in a bad way, though. A good nervous. Really good.