Y/n's pov

The next morning, I got to wake Tom up with a pillow to the face.

"Y/n," Tom groaned, "what was that for?"

"You wouldn't wake up," I said, trying to contain my laughter, as he got out of bed.

I had already tried waking him up by shaking him softly, telling him to wake up, ruffling his hair (because I thought that would work), turning the lights on.

Basically, anything that would not have to result in me to do anything that would "hurt" him.

I tried to wake him up for about ten minutes, ending up just going to get ready myself, hoping he would by some means wake up himself.

That didn't happen, so I hit him with a pillow, the only logical answer to my problem.

Tom stood up, yawning again. "Let's get ready then," Tom sighed, stretching.

"I'm already ready," I said, biting my lip to contain a laugh. "So, you need to get ready."

He kissed my cheek, "I'll be back."

*time skip brought to you by readers like you*

We were in Marseille, sitting on the shuttle that would take us to Notre-Dame de la Garde cathedral, which was one of the must-do things when you visit Marseille since you could see it from the main city, as it sat on top of a hill. Which also meant, we had to take a shuttle up to see the cathedral.

Tom was sitting next to me. We were talking about anything but what happened the night before, as it was an awkward topic to discuss, and the plan, of course, was a huge reason why we didn't say anything.

Along with the fact that I didn't want Dylan to find out about it.

Since he would always, every so often would text me asking if Tom and I had kissed yet, to which I always responded with no, since I didn't need him to tell my parents. So, Tom and I just agreed to not say anything to anyone, and never talk about it, except among the two of us.

So far, it was working out, I was just hoping it would keep working over the next few days, because after that, we could stop pretending. Which also meant, after Tom left, I didn't know when I was going to see him again.

That was all I could think about as we sat on the shuttle, I had fallen for a guy who lived on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, on a different continent. It was a long flight to get to England, a flight I wasn't sure I would be able to take often, as I was starting college in August, which was about two months away.

As shuttle ride felt like forever, as more and more people got on. I was just glad we were one of the first stops so we could get seats in the back where no one would stand and crowd us. But, at last, we finally got off, along with two dozen other people, and started making our way to the cathedral.

"Bet I can take more good looking photos than you," Dylan said, as we walked up the stairs.

"Really?" I asked, with a laugh. "You sure you want to do this? I do have more experience."

"Well you taught me," Dylan said, sticking his tongue out. "So eat that."

"Fine," I sighed, already annoyed by Dylan, "have fun losing though."

"You wish," Dylan said, walking off with my mom.

We walked around, I was taking in the scenery, taking photos as I did. I also wrote some writing inspirations for a future piece of writing, just to have it if I needed it for some reason.

We walked out to a wrap-around, which had a beautiful view of the city, making me want to take a million pictures of the beautiful landscape in front of me.

You could see red roofs for miles, the mountains in the back dark blue from the atmosphere, while the sky was clear, seeming as though it was going on forever.

"Did you want a picture, Tom?" I asked him, taking my eyes off of the scene.

"Of course," Tom said, handing me his phone.

He had that one smile on his face, while he ran his hand through his hair, you know that pose. I took a few pictures of him like that. Then I took some serious photos of him, which in all honesty, I could feel my face heat up by the second as we took those photos, it was as though I was melting on the spot.

Thankfully, I didn't have to hide it, as it went away, as Tom started making stupid faces, making me laugh. However, it was also a problem because I couldn't have a steady hand to take photos.

"Stop making me laugh," I said, still trying to take photos.

Tom put a straight face on walking over to me, taking his phone from my outstretched hands.

"You can stop laughing now," he said, covering a small laugh with a cough.

"Oh, shut up," I said, standing up straight.

"Come on," he said, smiling, "we have more places to be."

Once we finished looking around the cathedral, we took the shuttle back down to the main city, again, managing to get seats in the back.

When we got back to the main city, we went over to the old port, which had, of course, boats, but it also had a Ferris wheel, which I was immediately very eager to get on.

"You three can get on," my dad said, handing me some money, knowing what I was thinking as soon as he saw it.

"I'm going to pass," Dylan said, looking at the wheel in front of us, a smirk forming on his face, then whispering so only I could hear, "only so you and Tom can kiss."

"Dylan!" I exclaimed, taking the money from my dad and then leaving, dragging Tom with me.

"Dylan, what did you say?" I heard my mom ask and Tom caught up to me.

"What was that about?" he asked, frowning.

"Nothing," I breathed.

Nothing happened on the Ferris wheel, I took some pictures, Tom taking some of me, as we talked, thankfully taking my mind off of the bigger situation on hand that was going to soon come.

"I heard there was a competition on the boat starting tomorrow night," Tom said, looking out on the ocean.

"Oh, really?" I asked, intrigued. "What's it about?"

"It's a singing competition," Tom shrugged. "I thought you might like it."

A smile appeared on my face, one I couldn't control, I thought it was sweet of him to think about me, especially about something I loved to do.

"For us to go see it?" I said, not sure what he wanted to do, "or for me enter it and you watch?"

"Either," Tom shrugged. "But I would love it if you preform, or have you sit next to me while we watch it."

"I'll think about it," I smiled.

Once we finished with that, we took the shuttle back to the cruise ship.

When we arrived, we did the usual, checking in, then saying goodbye to my parents, then going to Tom and I's room. I was very glad when we got back, as I was hit with cold air.

However, that feeling quickly went away, as I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me.

"How are you doing?" Tom asked.

I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I was doing good," I sighed, "that is until you hugged me."

Tom sighed, letting me go. Letting me go jump onto the bed.

"You think you can get away from me?" Tom said, a mischievous smile on his face, as he walked over.

I shrunk back onto the bed, not sure what to do.

Tom jumped onto the bed, landing on me, his face only a couple of inches away from mine.

"Hi," I breathed.

"Hi," Tom replied, kissing my forehead.

I took the chance, and kissed him, running my hands through his hair, as he kissed me back. This kiss was definitely an improvement from the night before, still a little awkward.

When we pulled away, the two of us had giant grins on our faces.

Tom pecked me on the lips once more, then rolling to the side, so he was sitting next to me.

"So, did you want to go get dinner?" he asked after what felt like a few minutes.

"I thought you would never ask," I smiled, getting up.

We got to the buffet, Tom and I split up, both of us getting what we wanted.

After we both got our food, we met up again, sitting at a table, that gave us a view of the door, which quickly led us to a problem.

"Someone's watching us," Tom muttered, taking a sip of his water.

"Do you know who it is?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Tom said. "It's Olivia."

I sighed, she was getting on my nerves a bit.

I saw that she was glaring at me, so I did the only logical thing, and stared at her back.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're kind of scaring me."

"Nothing," I shrugged, my stare becoming more of a glare, the fork I was holding bending slightly.

"I'll be back," Tom said carefully, I could hear his chair scoot back as he stood up.

I sat there, slowly eating my food, still glaring at her when Tom came back.

That's when Olivia lost, she looked away as she saw Tom walk over, causing me to smirk, as her eyes widened, noticing she had just "lost".

"Hey," Tom said, sitting down, placing a slice of cake onto the table in front of him.

"Hey," I replied, looking at him, smiling.

"I'm guessing you won?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I grinned, nodding.

"Of course I did," I said, "she was going to lose at some point."

"Since you won," Tom said, pulling out another fork, "would you care to share this cake with me?"

"I would love to," I grinned, taking the fork and started eating the cake.

I unconsciously glanced over to where Olivia just happened to stand, her eyes wide, watching us.

"That's not creepy," I grumbled.

"What's not?" Tom asked, frowning.

"Oh, Olivia is still staring at us- or well, watching us," I shrugged.

Tom sighed, shaking his head.

"Just ignore her, I don't want her to ruin the cake," he said.

I laughed a little. "Okay, Thomas," I said, eating more of the cake.

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two shots of vodka

see ya later bee bro's
再见