𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

Forty Five | Wet

Y/N

I left the bathroom before Tom did, trying to subdue any suspicion of us being in there for fifteen minutes or so. But if Sovereign 818's bathroom reputation is anything like Tom mentioned, I think we should be able to fly under the radar.

"You lose Tom?" Haz asked once I got the table.

"He got caught up with someone he knew in there and I didn't want to stand awkwardly third wheeling," I lied, laughing before feeling my ass get slapped from behind me. Fucking Tom.

"Can I steal her away from you guys for a few minutes?" Florence said putting her arms around me and leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Oh my god I thought you were Tom! Harry, can you pretty please take some photos of us both please? You have like, the best camera skills," I asked, putting my hands together like I was praying for him to say yes.

"I know... You don't have to say please twice, I like taking photos. Also, Florence, it's an honour to meet you. Our youngest brother Paddy is obsessed with you," he said sliding out of the booth and escorting us near the pool for a nice back drop.

"Aw you should've brought the little fella, I'll send him a video message if you'd like," she offered, fixing her dress to sit nicely and I did the same with mine.

I don't get starstruck a lot because I work with these types of people every day. But I do however get confused when they embrace me as a friend so quickly like Flo did, I mean, usually celebrities are colleagues to me, not friends.

"Oh my gosh you guys look so cute, can I join in for a quick one?" Anya said shuffling over to us and standing next to me regardless.

I was uncomfortable. I knew she didn't like me.

I just know that posing in between two incredibly gorgeous women like Flo and Anya right now, means that I'll be flicking through the photos later and be shrouded in a cloud of self-hate. I mean, I'm not a model. I'm not an actress. Tonight is the first time I've ever even had my makeup professionally done.

"Are you wearing Dior?" Flo asked me, running her hand along the side of my dress admiring it.

"Yeah! How did you know?" I said turning towards her and unconsciously cutting Anya out of the conversation.

"I'm wearing them tonight too! Aw twinsies," she smiled, stepping back to look at Harry again who was taking photos relentlessly.

And as I turned to put my arm back around Anya, I felt my heel snag on something behind me and down I went.

I gathered my thoughts underwater quickly as I realised I was going to be made a mockery of. The drunk girl who fell into the pool at a celebrity event. This is fucking mortifying.

As I went up for air, I felt a second splash next to me. Pushing my hair back carefully and taking a deep breath of air, I turned around to see Florence also in the pool, coming up to the surface. She squealed and threw her arms around me in a tight hug before whispering in my ear.

"I'm almost certain Anya moved her foot to trip you so don't let her win by being upset okay? I pretended to fall as soon as you did and we're going to play this off as if we did it on purpose. Just go along with it," she said before letting go of me and grinning up at Harry and Anya who were equally as shocked we were in the pool.

"Oh my gosh, was that me? I am so so sorry," Anya said putting her hands to her face but not making any attempt to help either of us out.

"Here give me your hand," Harry said putting his camera strap on his shoulder and stretching out his arm.

"Actually, can you keep taking photos?" Flo said quietly, managing to take her shoes off underwater and put them on the edge of the pool.

"I've completely ruined this dress... Fuck," I said turning to Florence and trying not to cry. I had no idea what I looked like right now, did I have mascara dripping down my face? Was my foundation half off?

"Look at me girl, we are making history. Fuck the dresses, Dior paid for us to be wearing them, this is what they get," she said reassuringly, putting her hands on my shoulders as the heavy wet material around us made it harder to stay afloat.

"These could actually look sick with a quick edit," Harry said looking through the lens of his camera, clicking away as Florence gave me a consoling nod.

With great difficulty, I swam to the shallower end of the pool, just so I could stand up without tonnes of wet silk pulling me down. I posed for Harry, as did Florence and we noticed a few people pull their phones did as well. But overall, not many people cared after the first two minutes of falling in.

"What are you both doing? Did I miss like twenty rounds of shots or something?"' Tom joked as he stood next to his brother to see his girlfriend and fellow celebrity actor looking like drowned rats in one of the most exclusive pools in London.

And might I add, the pool was fucking cold. My nipples are probably pointing out through this dress like fucking icicles.

"We just wanted to have a dip," Florence said floating on her back and having way too much fun in the pool given the circumstances. Maybe she was drunk.

Tom crouched down on the edge of the pool as I lifted myself up with my arms to speak to him. I told him that I tripped on Anya's foot and that Flo pretended to fall as well so I wouldn't feel bad. He shook his head at Anya being a petty snake, but kissed me regardless.

"Do you think she did it on purpose?" He said quietly.

"I don't know, Flo couldn't tell either," I shrugged, sinking back down into the water and looking up at Tom.

A large splash hit my back and I held my hands up to my face to try and salvage whatever makeup I still had on before turning around. Two girls had jumped in the pool also wearing their dresses alongside a man in his three piece suit.

Had we started a drunk revolution in the pool?

"You uh, you want to get out now or are you two busy playing mermaids?" He chuckled, flagging down a staff member to ask for two towelled robes that guests usually were given during the day time.

"I'm freezing my fucking tits off right now so I really want to get out," I laughed, holding his hand tightly with my drenched heels in my other hand, carefully stepping up the pool steps to get out.

"I can tell," Tom said with a mischievous wink, glancing down at my chest before thanking the pool boy for the towels and robes for Florence and I.

"Shut up you, I'm on the verge of tears just thinking about how embarrassing this all is," I sighed, taking the towel to wrap around me first and heading towards the bathrooms to take this sopping wet dress off.

I felt uncomfortable knowing that I'd be spending the rest of this event butt naked under a Terry towelling robe. I'd have to hold each side together whenever I walked or sat down because although there weren't photographers allowed inside the event, nothing stopped other guests from taking photos.

"We can head home once you get the robe on, it's late now anyway and people are getting to a messy level of drunk that I don't really want to be apart of..." he said looking around at various people showing their intoxication by willingly swimming with their clothes on. Or in the case of one woman, without her clothes.

"What do I do with the wet dress?" I sighed, worrying about the probability of never being given a dress this nice again. I've completely ruined Dior's dress.

"We can get Sovereign to dry clean it, it might be fucked but hey, that's the price they pay for dressing us. Come on, let's head home. Harry! Let's go!" He yelled.