Two weeks- two weeks since Tom left Kingston to join the press tour again; and since he'd seen you. He'd have to admit, the two weeks went by slower that he expected, despite doing many interesting and fun things. He would wish that you were beside him while he filmed with Harry and talked about The Brother's Trust on top of the Empire State Building. Or how happy you would have felt if you joined in the escape room or went drinking with him and Jacob.

You on the other hand, drowned yourself in distractions; books, painting, movies, shopping, catching up with a few of your friends from university, anything that would keep your mind off of missing Tom. You'd text him once in a while and even FaceTimed him once when he was alone in his hotel room. You weren't feeling sad, per say, but you did miss him. Maybe the both of you were over reacting or maybe it was now that you were realising the pain you were actually feeling when Tom wasn't actually yours.

But it wasn't like you were his girlfriend or anything. You were just friends only a month ago and because of a stupid party, you became something more than friends. But were you actually in love? It was a question you kept asking yourself. You loved Tom- obviously- but it was always as just a friend. What could define love for you? Did you miss him when you were spending time with your other good friends? Would you think about him while watching a movie? Would you randomly hear his voice while sitting alone your room?

Yes.

After the final month of the press tour, Tom and Harry happily got on the flight back home and the plane ride consisted of Harry either editing his videos or teasing Tom about being in love with you. He didn't care though, dare he say he even liked it when Harry brought you up.

"Can't wait to kiss your girl, mate?", Harry had teased with a nudge on Tom's rib cage in the middle of the flight and Tom would be lying if he didn't say he felt butterflies in his stomach or didn't smile like a goofball.

He was truly and madly in love. No matter how much he tried to look for another reason, he had to accept it. He fell in love at the age of twenty-three and maybe, he might even be married to the girl of his dreams at the age of twenty-four. It wouldn't be long before Tom would be telling Harrison about the countless nights he spent dreaming about having a family with you or even planning your wedding together.

Jake Gyllenhaal found out about Tom's love for you and there started the game of constant teasing and hinting on Tom's potential love interest in real life during interviews. Thankfully, no one ever really caught on. Thank the lords that the rumours of him and Olivia blew away.

The plane landed a few hours later and Tom practically pushed Harry out of the plane and hurried through all the baggage checks. You had promised Tom that you'd pick them up from the airport and he couldn't care less if the paparazzi would be there. He just wanted to wrap you up in a big hug and tell you that he was finally there.

"Why are you in such a hurry? You can't be that obsessed with (Y/N)", Harry chuckled while collecting his suitcase from the conveyer belt and placed it on the trolley on top of Tom's other suitcases.

"Oh but I am obsessed with her", Tom accepted and confessed while pushing the trolley towards the exit and Harry had to run to catch up with his brother.

You might have started a little late from home because you were already ten minutes late to the airport. Hurriedly, you parked your car and ripped off your seatbelt and got out of the car. You were practically out of breath by the time you reached the waiting area but a wave of disappointment and frustration went past you when someone announced that Tom and Harry's flight was delayed for half an hour.

Tired, you made your way to the little booth of Starbucks in the airport and got yourself milk tea and started looking through Pinterest. Instagram just made you more anxious. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours- as cliché as it was- and could you really blame anyone? You were beyond exited to see Tom and just wanted him to wrap you up in a hug and tell you that he wouldn't leave you for a while.

Your milk tea was soon drained of and Tom's flight still didn't land- or maybe you just missed the announcement. It had been above forty minutes and the two brothers still where no where in sight. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and walked towards the waiting area again, phone still in hand but now scrolling through tumblr.

A few minutes had gone by and your excitement seemed to have only grown, despite the fact that you were sporting a bored and tired expression. You were about to give up and call Harrison when you heard Harry's voice in the crowd.

"Mate! Wait for me! I can't run like you, dumb fuck!", you snapped your head up, only to find Tom gliding across the area while pushing the trolley with with his suitcases with a bright expression painted on his face, Harry running after him in the process.

You giggled to yourself, covering you mouth with the back of your hand before extending your other arm for Tom who had already abandoned the trolley and came running to you. To your surprised, Tom was brave enough to pull of a ballsy move and even lifted you up while hugging you and kissed the top of your head. You were laughing the whole time while watching Harry push the trolley towards where you and Tom were.

"You do realise that everyone is looking at you two right?", Harry rolled his eyes while Tom ignored his point out. Yes, there were people watching and staring and yes there were fans shooting the scene unravel but Tom could only care less.

"I fucking missed you, ya' know", he stated as he leaned his forehead on yours and wrapped his hands around your waist while you hands rested on his forearms.

"I know", you grinned a toothy grin while looking up at him but Tom only chuckled.

"Say you missed me too?", he pouted but you shook your head and bit your bottom lip. Your excitement seemed to have died down but nerves replaced that along with anxiousness.

To your surprise, Tom went even more ballsy and leaned down completely to place his lips on yours. His hands pulled you closer while your hands wrapped around his waist and Harry stood in the background with his head buried in his hands with embarrassment but that was replaced with a grin a few moments later. Butterflies erupted and your skin burned in a good way under his touch.

"I fucking love you", Tom mumbled before kissing your mouth closed.

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