The New Girl

42.

It was finally the 5th. Tom was coming today. I was so nervous and excited I hardly slept a wink last night. But I got up around 8 and got ready, cleaned the flat and got everything ready for him coming.

I knew he was only coming for a night and by this time tomorrow he'll already be gone but it's worth it for him.

I put on some heeled thigh high boots over my jeans and curled my hair into waves. I put some light makeup on and sprayed some perfume and looked in the mirror in my bedroom.

"You look great, everything's going to be fine." I said encouragingly to myself and grabbed my bag and keys on the way out of my flat to my car.

On coming back to London, I actually had a decent amount of money and bought myself a car. Nothing fancy...just...a car. And I was extremely proud of myself, though Oona and Will used it more than often and she only pays me every other time but it's fine.

I got in my car and began the drive to the airport. My hands were shaky on the steering wheel and the music playing from my phone through the car speakers were going in ear and out the other. I was so focused on the negatives.

What if it's awkward?
What if it's completely different?
What if he found someone new?
What if we don't like each other now?

A million things were floating through my head and before I knew it, I was pulling up into the airport car park and getting out, checking the time on my phone which was 11:30. Perfect.
I walked into the airport and up the escalator and nervously walked to his terminal, knowing he'd be out in about 15 minutes. I suddenly felt like I should have brought him something but it was too late now. I watched the board with the flights on it intently, biting the inside of my lip with nerves and tapping my foot subconsciously. I played with the long strap of my bag as it slung over my shoulder and soon saw the flight's change on the board.

Flight 098 from Atlanta, Georgia - London, England: Landed.

My heart dropped and I gulped, waiting impatiently for him to come out.

People started flooding out of the tunnel and a security member escorted me back to make room for everyone.

"My boyfriend is coming home I just-"

"Well you can wait a little longer, miss. There's too many people here so I need you to step back." He lay a hand on my arm but I ripped it away.

"Right, fine!" I scoffed, moving backwards unwillingly, keeping my eyes on the door, tons of people spilling out.

I couldn't see Tom. Surely he'd be one of the first people out if he's near the front of the plane?

More people were pushed back next to me, all of us waiting on our family and friends arriving. I saw a teenage girl, probably 18 or something running up to a boy around the same age and throwing her arms around him. It made me smile. I saw a few families reunite and soon enough, there was hardly anyone left. I was still held back, though.

"Where is he?" I asked under my breath, getting more anxious by the second.

I sighed and looked up to the board. 12:02. His plane landed just over 15 minutes ago. Where the hell was he?

I huffed and looked back to the door and a helpless gasp escaped my lips.

It was him.
He was here.
Walking into the airport with a bunch of flowers - sunflowers.

My emotions took over me and I began running out of the line I was supposed to stay in, forgetting I had heels on and nearly tripping.

"Miss! Get back here!" The security guard shouted.

But it didn't stop me. I kept running and Tom finally saw me. His face lit up and he ducked under the queue tape, running towards me.

"Oh my god!" I squealed as I finally reached him.

I jumped up onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He surprisingly didn't stumble and wrapped his arms around my waist. The touch of his skin on mine made me melt instantly.

I slowly pulled back, his face cupped in my hands, "Hi, handsome." I giggled.

"Hey, gorgeous." He giggled too, grinning up at me.

"You're here." I breathed in disbelief.

"I'm here." He smiled.

I didn't miss a beat and leaned in for a kiss. He leaned up slightly and our lips finally touched. 2 months and 6 days later...we were here. Together.
I slowly unwrapped my legs from his waist and he slid his tongue in my mouth as I reached the floor. His hands stayed rigid around my waist and mines around his neck. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, our lips dancing over each others like we've never kissed before. It was perfect. It was a movie kiss.

"Oh shit," He cursed, breaking the kiss and taking his hands away from my waist.

"For you, darling." He presented the bunch of sunflowers that were wrapped in a tulle bow.

"Tom," I pouted and gracefully took the flowers.

"I love them, thank you." I giggled.

He leaned in and kissed me again. A lingered peck on my lips before - very slowly - pulling away and taking my hand.

"Let's go before people throw up with our PDA." He laughed.

We started walking (practically skipping) away. Our hands intertwined, his thumb caressing mine and the bouquet of flowers I cradled in my other arm brushed against my skin.

"May I say you're looking absolutely stunning today." Tom complimented.

"Thank you. I put a lot of thought into this outfit. And you look sexy as always."

Tom burst into laughter, "Yeah, joggers and a t-shirt is the definition of sexy."

"Yeah, when they're tight enough." I hummed and giggled lightly, the vibe going from innocent to flirtatious.

We stepped onto the escalator, Tom's hand going to the small of my back gentlemanly, and stood waiting as it descended onto the bottom floor.

He scoffed a laugh and licked his lips, "You've kicked Oona and Will out the flat, right?" He asked lowly in my ear.

"Uh huh." I nodded.

"Well," His hand left my back and slowly made it way to my ass.
"We're going to have a busy 24 hours." He said with a handful of my skin in his flesh.

I gasped a little then bit my lip, "Can't wait..."

I leaned into his ear and whispered, "...daddy."