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limits of desire⤳t.h.||10

chapter 10: throw your bridal shower.

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the Toblerone, the questionnaire & the lingerie

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, fluffy, harry potter, alcohol mention, sex mention, i didn’t proof read lmao

word count: 6.3k

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“What even is a Bridal Shower?” Sam asked.

Tom and Haz had tried to set up the perfect bridal shower since y/n told him. They were good at planning parties at the last minute. But, those parties usually involved alcohol, music and chips. Nothing too complicated. However, a bridal shower was a whole different thing.

Poker night was definitely going to go way different than the boys had expected it to go. For starters, Haz and Tom's house was covered in flowers, with tables and chairs around. There were cheesy signs with messages like 'Here comes the Bride', 'Put a Ring On It' and ‘Miss to Mrs.’. There were pink flowers, and in the refrigerator, to Harry's surprise, there was no space, due to the pink cheesecake, the pink chocolate cake, and the pink champagne. Haz and Tom had started shopping and decorating as soon as they had left the dance class.

"Don't tell me the toilet is the pink too," Harry complained.

"Alright, Tom," Tuwaine rolled his eyes. “I never thought I'd say this, but here you go...Magazines for bridesmaids, from various countries.”

“I found videos on youtube,” said Harry. “I sent them to you.”

“I made a board on Pinterest,” Haz said. “And i shared it with you.”

"Although honestly, everything would be easier if you went to her hotel room and told her how you feel," Sam suggested. “You know, show up with some flowers, maybe champagne, or maybe show up with some cards, Love Actually style, and tell her how you feel.”

“That could work,” Harry agreed. "But hey, I already ordered some pizzas and here are the beers, drink them since the fridge is full," he said while sipping his beer.

"No ... No, you don't understand," Tom wrinkled his nose, "It's not just preventing this wedding, it's also showing her I'm not against them."

"You're not?" Tuwaine asked condescendingly.

Tom sighed, thinking about the blue box in his drawer. "I bought something."

Haz raised his eyebrows. "What? A ring?”

“If you did, then…maybe you could go and propose to her,” Tuwaine suggested.

“Don’t be silly! He can’t propose to an engaged woman,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Neither can’t he confess his love, then,” Harry added. “At this point it’s… complicated.”

“Did you really buy a ring?” Haz asked,

"No, no ... Nothing, nothing," Tom cleared his throat. "Now, I need to turn this place into a dream place for y / n, uh ... Actually, I also made a board on pinterest, as crazy as it sounds, I have everything here, there will be a hot chocolate bar ..."

"Tom," Haz stopped him. "Sam made a point."

"I know, but it's not that simple."

"Isn't it easy to tell her that you love her?" Tuwaine laughed. "Man, I’m telling you, it took a long time for you not to tell her, already."

"If I have waited so long I can wait longer," Tom added. “I want her to see that I can really take things seriously, you guys understand?”

“I think rather, you are afraid, Tom,” said Harry. "I think you're afraid of being rejected as you rejected her."

"Maybe, yes," Tom admitted. “But hey, wouldn’t you feel that way? You saw how she was looking at Miguel, right? ”

“ Yes, Tom, but I also saw how you danced with her today, I've never seen her have that chemistry with someone else, not even with Miguel on the night of the party, ”Haz insisted.

"That's what it all relies on," Tom said. "She may have feelings for me, but she thinks I'm not fit for her."

"Have you told her that you have changed?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Tom sighed. "She doesn't believe me."

"We need an insider," Tuwaine suggested.

"We just need to convince not only y/n, then," said Haz. "She has a very poisonous voice there by her side."

"Lizzie," Tom growled. "And how to make Lizzie convince herself?"

"Ask her for help, for the party!" Sam suggested.”Maybe she’ll think you’ve changed, too!”

Tom thought about it. "Okay, okay," he said as he pulled out his phone, texting Lizzie asking about ideas for the shower of y / n.

"I don't know," Haz hesitated. "I think Lizzie isn't so happy with y / n's wedding either."

"Do you think so?" Tom raised his head.

Tuwaine was the first to let out a laugh. "Tom, please, the only thing Lizzie wants in this life is for y/n to get away from you." The other friends followed his laughter.

“Really?” Tom frowned.

“Yeah, but I heard her speaking at the party,” Haz said. “She told Hannah how she was unsure, that y/n should not marry someone she had just met.”

“She’s right about that,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“But still, she doesn’t like you,” Tuwaine added.

“Oh, no, she likes him just fine,” Sam teased. “But she’s angry Tom doesn’t like her in the same way.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but he received a text from Lizzie.

“Flowers, lots of flowers,” it read.

And he knew Lizzie meant that text. Because y/n loved flowers.

“Have the place be presentable. Fairy tale with taste, not too much.” She textured again.

"Ah, that's fine ... Now, you have to ... Transform this men's cage into a dream place," Tom said with little desire.

"What is a bridal shower, again?" Harry asked. “Do you have to bring strippers? Oh, what if you're the stripper for. ”

“No, no, no! it's not a bachelorette party, ”said Tom. "Actually, uh ... I don't know, I just know that we have to do the centerpieces, oh and plan games."

"Games, yes, I had some of that on my board on pinterest ..." Haz said. "Here it is! 30 games to do in a Bridal Shower! ”

Harry took Haz's cell phone, reading the games.

"great, that sounds promising," Tom said, he looked too stressed. "Hey, let's see."

Harry read the list. "You know, most of the games are really coupley things," said Harry. “You know… for couples who have been together for a long time. It would be easy if it were you. ”

“You could make a game like that, right? Let her understand that she doesn't know Miguel and that you Tom, are the one who should really be with her, ”Tuwaine said.

"Yes ... Yes," Tom cleared his throat.

"Yes, the nearly-wed game," Haz said. "I'll send a text to Miguel, I'll have him answer the questions and-"

"You have his number?"

"I had to spend a whole day with him, man, what did you expect?" Harrison sighed. “But, let's ask him questions and let y/n try to answer them. And vice-versa, make y/n answer a questionnaire, and we have Tom answer it. ”

“Cool, now help me out wit these, ‘the thanks for coming’ gifts,” Tom said, as he took out little bags.

"Toblerones?" Asked Harry as he looked into the bag.

"Yes..." Tom smiled. “Toblerones.”

“And… is this Harry Potter themed? I thought the theme was pink.”

Haz laughed, “the theme is the night Tom fell in love with her.”

——

Not far from there, y/n was not having a good time. She felt her head was going to explode. She was sure that whatever that had happened at the dancing lesson was not insignificant. She was in her hotel room, with Lizzie sitting on the edge of her bed while y/n was complaining against the pillow.

Lizzie was drinking from her glass of wine while staying quiet.

"Are you done?" She asked her friend.

"No," answered y / n. “I have serious problems.”

“Needless to say.”

“I love Miguel,” said y/n, more for her than for Lizzie, who decided to remain silent. "I mean ... I don't know why I'm doing this."

"Y / N, you’re not over Tom," Lizzie told her.

"What are you talking about? I'm over him… No, wait, I'm not over because I was never… above him, ”Y / n closed her. eyes. "I mean ... You know what I mean."

Lizzie poured her a glass of wine. "Okay,y/n, it's time we talked."

"Talk about what?"

"Talk about how you have been in love with Tom for a long time already?"

Y / N glared at her friend. "No ...that is not true."

"Come on, y / n, I can assure you that I know the day you fell in love with him." Lizzie sighed. "it was just shortly after you met, when you had that great big essay, you remember? The big Christmas party? We were on finals.”

"That ..."

"You fell in love at that time, and ... if I didn’t know Tom any better, I also believe that he fell in love at that precise moment. ”

Y/N took a sip of her wine glass. Yes, she remembered it too.

5 years ago.

It was cold, y/n had not stopped sneezing, and she had a mixture of tissues, notes and books around her bedroom. Her eyes were covered with dark circles and her nose was red. She was curled up while trying to read yet another book so she could finish her essay on the criticism of contemporary media, talking about free speech with legal terms and other nonsense that y/n did not remember due to her illness.

She was almost finished but, y/n, like the great student She was, she was still editing it. There was a party, Tom had invited her and her friends. Haz and he were celebrating the finals and Christmas. Honestly, it was yet another way to get girls to bed.

Y/ n's friends had been gushing about how amazing it was that y/n was now friends with a celebrity. And they were insisting on how y/n should be dating Tom, thing which, y/n of course declined, being that because clearly Tom was not the kind of guy you go out on dates with, but someone for a one-night stand. Y/n didn’t want that.

Besides, she liked him, as a friend, of course.

But she wasn’t going to the party, she had an essay to finish. Besides, she felt worse and worse by each second. Every second her cold was killing her.

"Are you sure you're not going?" Rachel, her roommate, asked. “It's you whom he invited.”

“I am sure, I don't want to risk getting even more sick, have fun, get out, and I hope you get some.”

She had sent a text to Tom, telling him she wouldn't go to his party because her body had decided to betray her, but she wished him luck and asked him to please not sleep with any of her friends, she didn't want things to be uncomfortable.

-C'mon, please join us, it'll be fun, you know what they say, drinking whiskey is like going to the doctor

-Who says that?

-I just did

-I'm sorry, I really wish I could, but I need to rest, have fun, tho!

So she curled up in her bed, coughing as she covered herself. She fell asleep. But not for long because someone had knocked on her door. Y / N, covered with a blanket, approached the door, which opened only to reveal a coated Tom who had a pizza box in one hand and another box with other things under it.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, perplexed as Tom surrounded her to enter the room.

"I came to take care of you," Tom said. "My God, you're a mess."

"Take care of me?"

"Yes, I told you I would throw that party to spend time with you, you decided not to come so I assumed I would bring the fun to you," Tom said with a smile. "I will help you clean up and then we will watch a movie," Tom said, leaving the box with things on her bed and the pizza on her desk, while throwing out y/n’s tissues and cleaning up her mess.

Y / N looked at him perplexed, with a smile, but not without , of course, sneezing.

"Hell, you sound terrible," Tom scoffed. “I believe you now, I mean I saw you with the red nose but it could’ve been makeup.”

“What… what is this?” Y/n asked approaching the box.

"A care package."

Y / N burst out laughing. “Really?”

“Yes, hey, I told you that I wanted to be your best friend, right? I think it's a good start, besides, you deserve it, I've seen you kill yourself for school, you need a break, ”Tom said, as he approached the box. "It has everything you need, I know you're old-fashioned and you still have a DVD, so I brought your favorites, Harry Potter."

Y / N smiled as she looked at the box. It had the Harry Potter movies, vitamin C supplements, chapstick, lotion, medicine,gatorades, tissues, advils, tea bags in a new cup, popcorn, toblerones (y / n's favorites), a pair of socks and a blanket . Y / N's heart melted.

Tom finished cleaning up the mess y/n had built up while y/n watched him and helped him with it. She saw him, for the first time, in a different way.

"Besides, I brought pizza, because I'm sure you forgot to eat," Tom said. “Now, put on the movie, snuggle up, take your pills, while I'm going to search for some hot water for your tea, okay?”

“But… Tom, your party,” said y/n.

"There will be more parties, silly," Tom laughed. “A friend needs me.”

And y/n had felt like her body was quickly warming up, and she was sure it wasn't a fever. And in that moment when she saw him smile, y/n understood many things about Tom. What she had seen from the beginning, just a few weeks ago. Tom was someone who cared. Tom was meticulous and loyal as a friend.

And she suddenly felt that her stomach was churning, maybe she could blame the same cold, but she had decided to ignore it. Blaming it on illness, when she was completely sure that she had fallen in love with Tom. She saw it with different eyes, and although it was too early to say it, she had seen him with blind eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this,” she told him as soon as he came back.

“I sure did, you deserve to have fun, too,” Tom chuckled. “Look, I will also take you out for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Hmm—breakfast?”

“Fine, brunch so you can sleep a bit more, alright?” Tom grinned. “But actually sleep! I’ve seen how you live on coffee and you should actually sleep more.”

Y/n chuckled, he was right. They stayed quiet for a bit.

“The pizza is great, but you know what I’m craving right now?” She looked at him.

“strawberry cheesecake,” Tom guessed.

Y/N blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she laughed. “I was actually thinking about that!”

Tom’s eyes widened. “No way!”

Y/n giggled between coughs. “Yes! How could you even guess?”

Tom shrugged. “We were meant to be friends, y/n,” he smirked. “Now, let’s prove if this is destiny or not. What dessert am I craving?”

She looked him in the eyes. “I—well,” she bit her lip. “Chocolate truffle cake.”

Tom blinked. “Now that is creepy.”

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really, that is creepy.”

“Maybe we read each other’s mind—“ she smiled, as she snuggled with her blanket and her old Mickey Mouse plush.

“Still creepy,” he laughed.

“You know, I need to take you to this bakery, it’s near here, I discovered once when it was raining and I had nowhere else to get in, it’s sooo good, they have all kinds of dessert.”

“Like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake?” Tom grinned.

“Yes, like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake.”

That had been the first of many times curled up watching Harry Potter. It became another tradition between the two of them, who shared it only with each other. And since that day, y/n had not been able to let her feelings stop growing. But Tom had taught her that he was not a good match, that Tom was simply not built for relationships.

Which brings us back to today, where she was drinking from a glass of cheap wine in a hotel room with Lizzie.

"I'm not in love with him," said Y / N, trying to convince her friend.

"You are," Lizzie told her. "Y / N are you sure you're going to marry a man when you love someone else?"

"I don't know, Lizzie, it's complicated," said y / n. “It's… I love Miguel, he loves me like someone should love me. I don't have to beg him for his love, do you understand? Miguel doesn't go around reminding me that he can't love me. ”

“ Y / N. ”

“ Maybe, Lizzie, I was in love with Tom, I can't… I don't know, I think it's something that had to happen, and you're right, It all happened that night, when he decided not to go to his party to take care of me, ”she smiled as she remembered.

“Yeah.”

“But, being honest, Lizzie, why wouldn't I fall in love with him? Have you thought about that? I mean, he ... he gave everything for me, that night is just one of many, I thought maybe he felt something too. I mean, how many times didn't he pull an all-nighter himself to help me with an exam? Or how many times wasn't he there comforting me to cry with me? It was... the little details, from knowing my favourite chocolate to knowing that I accumulate notebooks. ”

“ I know. ”

“ But, it seems I always found a way to avoid it, as if every time he knew he was doing something to make me fall in love… He was with another girl, and yet with another girl. ”

“ I know, I was one of the victims, I was an aware victim, though. ”

“ You were? ”

“ Y / N, the last time I slept with him was to prevent you from doing it, we both know Tom, he always plays that little game with you, he always looked forward to playing with you and ... And I saw that several times that you were just about to give in, but, as someone who once slept with him, I didn't want you to feel that, you know? I didn't want you to suffer that particular disappointment, ”Lizzie said with a little guilt. “Oh, I don't know,y/n.”

“Come again?”

“I think I saw the way you saw him, and sometimes I came to think that Tom felt the same about you and then… Then he did those things, and he turned around to flirt with whoever was in the room. ”

“ Thank you for bringing that back, ” y/n sighed, gulping down her wine.

"Tom doesn't know how to love,y/n, or ... or maybe he does, I don't know, he's scared, that's what I see, and being honest, I can't stand it," Lizzie said. “Because in spite of everything, he is the man who has made my best friend cry the most.”

She was right.

“No… I don't know,” y/n ignored her gaze, knowing she was right. "But he's also a very good friend."

"I can't deny that," Lizzie said. “But I think, I think you have to let him go.”

“I know,” said y/n . “I tried that, I did that, and for six months, I was fine, I missed him too much, because… He's my best friend, and he's always there for me.”

“As long as you have him close,” Lizzie told him. "You'll continue with that doubt, with that hope."

"But you saw him today, right?" Y / N insisted. "You saw how he looked at me, and… oh Lizzie, when I was dancing with him, I felt ... I felt everything, even more than with Miguel."

The two finished their drinks and Lizzie filled them again. They remained silent, while pretending to watch the background film they had been playing all this time.

"Y/N are you sure you want to get married?" Lizzie asked. "I understand that you want to forget Tom, but is getting married necessary?"

Y/N did not answer suddenly but looked at her cell phone. She had a photo of Miguel as her background, as if to remind herself that he was her fiancé and not Tom. However, when unlocking it, she had a picture with Tom. She checked her notifications, and there was what she needed, a message from Miguel. Poetry, Said poetry she loved.

“Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. ”

Y/N smiled to herself.

"Yes, I want to marry Miguel," she said confidently. “I just need to see a picture with him to remember why I want to do it, I guess… I guess I'm having all these thoughts because I know I'm going to let Tom go, forever.”

“Forever?”

“Yes , I don't want to live tied to him, and if I don't let him go ... I'll stay there like a fool, dancing with him just to see how he goes and ends up sleeping with another girl, I can't keep hopeful in that fantasy of him finally falling in love with me, ”y/n reminded her. "So ... after the wedding, I don't know ... Well, for starters, I'll stay there with Miguel, I'm going to leave London."

Lizzie approached to hug her. "Take me with you. You can't leave me. ”

Y / N let out a small, forced laugh. “I have to go, and I will, because I will love Miguel, and we will build a life together.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, y/n,” said Lizzie, as she looked at her cellphone, she erased her last notification.

"Am I crazy?" Asked y/n.

"Very crazy, but I think Miguel will do you good," Lizzie told her. "However, if you're going to get Tom out of your life ... And after being so many years in love with him ..."

"What?"

"Well, if I were you, I'd have a little fun," Lizzie hinted with a smile. “I mean, you both would have to get each other out of your lives, then…”

“Lizzie! You're saying that… ”

“Yes, sleep with Tom, ”Lizzie laughed. "What could go wrong?"

"I am engaged!" Claimed y / n.

"That didn't stop you today," Lizzie reminded her. “Think about it, it was a joke… But, it would be good if you actually knew who you were in love with.”

“Lizzie!”

“Y/N! You’ve been in love with him for five years now. You’re getting married! And you’re never going to see him again, sleep with him, then he will have to kick you out it of his life and you will have to kick him out of your life, and you’re good! And you won’t live without knowing what it was like to sleep with probably the love of your life!”

“He’s—not the love of my life,” lied y/n. “Miguel is.”

“Whatever! You know you want to sleep with Tom!” Insisted Lizzie.

“No, no. That is why I have to go back to Mexico, I will continue with that plan! if I spend 10 more minutes alone with him, I will not be able to control myself. ”

“Do what you want y/n, ”Lizzie laughed. "It was just an idea."

Y / N rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”

“Oh, sometimes I appreciate that you didn't sleep with him,” Lizzie laughed, while y / n now served them both more wine.

Y / N shook her head. They were silent for a while, watching the movie that was in the background.

“Was he…” Y / N cleared her throat. “Was he good?”

Lizzie smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Very."

Y/N laughed. "I mean, with all that experience, wouldn't expect anything else."

Lizzie laughed. "Boy knows his ways," she admitted. "And tell me ... Miguel?"

"It's ..." Y / N flushed. "Well, nothing to do with the British guys ... He moves differently."

"Different good?"

"Oh, definitely, different better!" Y/n chuckled.

Both friends started laughing to each other and gushed about the other guys they'd dated. Having fun, remembering fun anecdotes.

—

Y/N had showed up to her bridal shower with just a slight hangover. Big was her surprise when it wasn’t a disaster. It was… perfect. Pink, very pink, but perfect. With a few touches of white and yellow thanks to the flowers Tom had chosen.

It was cheesy but with taste, and incredibly nice. Tom served pizza, which perfectly captured y/n’s request of ‘nothing too big’. There were some big pillows on the floor where they’d be playing after. It reminded y/n of a slumber party of sorts.

Tom was the only man around, because he was her maid of honor, of course. He was nervous and he seemed a bit out of character. Although, he had been acting that way since y/n had come back.

“Lizzie, hello,” he greeted her.

“I’m impressed,” she admitted. “This is the best shower I’ve been to.”

“Really?” Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you, I hope y/n likes it.”

Lizzie raised her eyebrows at him. “What’s the theme, though? I mean… it’s lovely—“

“Ah it’s… pink, I guess,” Tom lied. “Pink slumber.”

Lizzie gave him an authentic smile. “With strawberry cheesecake and pink chocolate cake, I see… and I saw you had some Harry Potter hints, too.”

“Well, y/n loves Harry Potter, I guess I just threw in a bit of what she loves,” Tom accepted.

“I see,” Lizzie gave him a sad smile.

The party continued, and y/n, with a glass of champagne on her hand, eventually approached Tom.

“Tom, this is adorable,” she told him.

“I’m glad,” he grinned.

Y/N was nibbling on a Toblerone. “I’m… seriously, thank you so much.”

“I’m not going to lie, I was going to a Mexican themed party, but I realized that I could’ve gone in a… totally not appropriate way and that would’ve been bad, so the theme is… Pink, simpler, nicer.”

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah, and oh thanks for the Toblerone, I totally love these,” she chuckled as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look nice today.”

Tom blushed looking down. “Thanks, you look… spectacular, that dress is beautiful.”

Y/N smiled but cleared her throat. “Oh… eh, and I just… wanted to thank you for coming to the dancing lessons with me.”

“Anything for you,” Tom said looking into her eyes.

Y/N blinked. There it was again, that promise which held so much but his love.

Tom smiled. “And oh, listen, the only Mexican thing is the music, listen to it, it’s… lovely,” he said turning the volume higher. “this is actually a song named ‘Solamente Una Vez’, am I pronouncing that right?”

Y/n chuckled. “Yes, I think.”

“Well, it’s a song… About falling in love just once,” he said looking into her eyes.

Y/N cleared her throat as she gulped down her champagne. “Nice, uh… Did Miguel recommend it?”

Tom closed his eyes. “No… He, he didn’t.”

Y/N looked away, Lizzie quickly saw her and ran to save her.

“Tom, let’s start with the games!” She suggested.

Soon enough they were gathered around on the pillows and on the couch, waiting for the games that Tom had prepared. They were all cheerful, and happy.

Tom chuckled. “Well, as you may know, I don’t truly know how these things work. Maybe I went a little over the top,” he announced. “I feel weird being surrounded by all these women.”

“Are you really, though?” Lizzie nudged Rachel, who was definitely not happy to be there.

Tom blushed, clearing his throat. “Anyway, uh--”

Y/N glared at Lizzie. “It’s amazing, Tom, thank you.”

“I had to do a little research, because I thought initially this was supposed to be the bachelorette party… And I didn’t have time to cancel the strippers!”

Anna, y/n’s mom’s eyes widened. “Tom!”

He laughed. “No, I’m joking, I’m joking… But with uh, the little research I made, the bridal shower is to…” Tom gulped. “Support the marriage and celebrate the bride,” Tom said looking at y/n. “The beautiful and most amazing bride.”

Y/N chuckled and mouthed a thank you to Tom.

“Enough of this,” Lizzie yelled. “Let’s play the games.”

“Well, I thought it’d be a good time to quiz all of us on knowing the bride,” Tom smirked. “I’m gonna pass some… questionnaires and we will see who knows her the best, we will also be competing against the groom,” Tom laughed. “Who was kind enough to send his answers by text.”

They laughed and started filling it up.

Y/N looked at the questions, and bit her lip. There was no way in which Miguel could’ve answered all of them right. Probably, the only one who could really answer them all was… Tom.

“Well, let’s start, an easy one, okay?” Tom grinned. “Uh, where did the bride and groom meet each other?” he asked. “Y/N, love, mind checking my answers while I check Miguel’s?”

Y/n smiled at Tom. “Mexico, when I was stuck in a rainstorm.”

Tom grinned. “Who got that one correct? Check all your answers then. And let’s see, Miguel got that one correct.”

“Wait, uh, Tom… “Lizzie intruded. “I’ll… ask the next one, and we can keep asking them.”

Tom shrugged. “As you wish.”

Lizzie looked down. “What’s y/n signature drink?”

“Iced coffee…” Y/n answered. “But…Pink mimosas if we’re talking alcohol,” she chuckled, winking.

Tom chuckled. “And… the groom’s answer was… Beer and… Tequila” Tom raised his eyebrows. “I think Miguel thinks he’s dating me, instead.”

Y/N chuckled. “Okay, to be fair with him, back in Mexico, I did only drink just that,” she admitted. She looked down at Tom’s answer. ‘Iced coffee, except when it’s cold, then hot cocoa, and pink mimosas if it’s alcohol’. Y/N gulped.

They continued with more questions, some of them Miguel guessed correctly, but most of them he didn’t. However, each question, Tom had guessed it correctly and with all the ‘buts and whys’ answered right beside it. He knew her, entirely. And she had kept drinking from her champagne while either of her friends refilled her glass.

“What’s her go-to karaoke song?” Y/N’s mom asked after a few questions. “Easy, I can answer it, Dancing Queen!”

“While that answer is partly correct Anna,” Tom chuckled. “That’s only when she’s sober.”

Y/N blushed embarrassed. Her mother stared at y/n chuckling.

“Oh yes, her rendition of Toxic, might be the best I’ve seen,” Hannah laughed. “The choreography.”

Y/N laughed, embarrassed. She was still sober enough to know she wouldn’t need to perform it. That didn’t mean she would.

“I’ve got to differ,” y/n answered. “While both of those options are correct… Tom was the one who guessed it fair and square,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly as she stared at his answers. Her three go-to karaoke songs were there.

“You all missed ‘You’re the One that I want’ from Grease,” Tom laughed watching her. “Shall we?” He asked as he looked for his phone, and searched for the song. “No, no, I’m not doing it,” Y/N laughed, while their friends cheered.

“Oh my god,” Anna giggled.

Tom stood up, reaching for y/n’s hand. “C’mon,” he said before starting the song. The piano gave y/n’s chills.

She smirked. “Tell me about it, stud,” she said.

The rest of the party continued, after y/n’s and Tom’s performance, it suddenly got more interesting. But nothing too weird, Tom hadn’t really done anything wrong and y/n was just waiting for him to hook up with one of her friends. He didn’t. He hadn’t even flirted with them, he had only smiled and listened to them, but no flirting. He had remained incredibly decent and had only paid attention to y/n. Maybe, y/n thought, he was no longer afraid to flirt with her because he thought that y/n wouldn’t fall because she was engaged. Little did he know that was the bigger problem.

The questionnaire had remained on her head, for the rest of the party. Miguel hadn’t been able to answer most of the questions. His answers had been incredibly naive and basic, while Tom’s were on point, as that question about her favourite movie in which he answered: ‘She says her favourite movie is Death Poet Society, which it is, but The Princess Diaries might be her actual favourite.’

But the party ended, it had been perfect. And y/n wasn’t sure if had been the recent conversation she had had with Lizzie, or if it actually was themed to that night. Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. The pizza, the Toblerone, the Harry Potter things and the blankets. Maybe it was her imagining stuff.

That didn’t impede her, of course, from booking her flight to Monday that very next monday. She hadn’t told Tom. But she had asked him to go shopping the next day with her, with Lizzie’s idea still roaming on her head. Hooking up with Tom one last time before she got married. As a cleanse. But it wouldn’t make any sense.

Besides, she needed to know where he was in that situation, which brought her to the next day after the party, Saturday, only two days before her flight. A stupid decision, really, to bring him over to check on some ‘clothing’. She had stalled, because she really didn’t want to see it.

However, Tom had been perfect. A perfect maid of honour, he had asked been her confidant, asking if she was actually ready to do all of this.

Tom had been particularly quiet and seemed to have his head elsewhere, but he was still there.

They were walking past the particular shop wanted to visit. Victoria Secret.

“I need to check the lingerie,” she sentenced as she dragged him to the shop. Tom turned red.

“What?”

“For the wedding night!” Y/N chuckled, seeing him turning tense.

“Well, check it with Liz! Or Hannah! Not with me,” Tom coughed, awkwardly. “No.”

“Are you crazy? You’re the perfect person for this job! Who’s taken more lingerie than you?” She laughed as she walked over to see the babydolls, and the teddy’s.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut. “Fair point.”

He followed after her.

“Let’s put your whoring to some use,” she laughed.

Tom followed after her. He was sweating.

“You get nervous around underwear?” Y/N teased.

“I can’t be recognized here,” he mumbled. “Especially not with an engaged woman,” Tom reminded her.

Y/N laughed. “Ah, please, people know we’re just friends.”

“Are we,” he mumbled, but y/n chose to ignore it.

She kept going through the racks as Tom tried to ignore her, scrolling through his phone, texting, until y/n walked into the fitting room.

“So, have you talked to… Miguel?” Tom asked as he strolled in front of the room.

“Yes, yes, I...can’t wait to see him again.

“Of course,” Tom answered. “Well… Uh, yn? I have to thank you.”

“Me? I should be thanking you… the bridal shower was incredible,” Y/N told him as she put on one of the red teddy’s she had chosen.

“Right… But I have to thank you, for well, asking me to be your maid of honour, yeah… it’s gonna sound crazy, but you’ve really opened my eyes to the whole idea of marriage.”

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking about the ring she had found in his drawer. She faked a laugh. “Right.”

“I mean it,” he said.

“Have… you met someone Tom?” She asked him, not wanting to hear a very specific answer.

“No.”

“Then how can you be serious? I mean, would you buy a ring without having a girlfriend?” Y/N questioned.

He sighed. “I don’t know I just…. I don’t know.”

Y/N bit her lip, before she walked out of the fitting room, slowly, staring into his eyes.

He chuckled as he sat down. “Well?”

She smirked as she batted her eyes before walking out with a pink and black corset, tied to the black pantyhose she was wearing.

She walked over in the sexiest way she could, with a slow pace and a lascivious look, seeing Tom getting red and flustered. His mouth opened in awe as she smirked before twirling a finger around her hair.

Tom’s eyes couldn’t be more opened as y/n saw him practically undress her with his sight.

“Well, you think Miguel will like it?” She popped the question.

Tom suddenly shook his head and coughed. “No.” He looked away. Before chuckling and walking over.

“It’s… just…” Tom giggled. “Cute.”

Cute? He had basically already eaten her three times with the glance he had given her and he said it was cute?

“Cute? I don’t wanna look cute on my wedding night!” Y/N complained.

Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s how you’ll look, you’re… cute, y/n,” He gulped. “Maybe try something else.”

Y/N sighed, before getting back to try on more.

Eventually, she decided on one, even if Tom wasn’t convinced. This had been the first time he wasn’t all supportive of everything, but he seemed flustered.

Y/N had insisted on going to the bakery, where she wanted to talk alone with him, she was finally telling him.

“So… why did we come today? It’s Saturday? Are we seeing more wedding stuff related, tomorrow? We’re still up for brunch, right?”

“Tom… No, it’s… it’s my last day in London.”

Tom blinked. “What?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, but… I didn’t know how I’m… I’m moving to Mexico with Miguel and I… Tomorrow’s my last day in London.”

And it was probably her last Sunday with Tom.

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