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||London - 6:00 PM||

Tom rested his head against the cool tile of his shower, letting the water beat on his head. He let out a soft hum, running his fingers through his hair. Leaning his head towards the water, his eyes fluttered gently.

The noise of the water running comforted Tom, in an unexplainable way. Hearing the front door opening, Tom let out a soft sigh. Tom didn't want to face Tord - Not now, so he stayed in the shower in hopes Tord would go to the guest room and go to sleep. Closing his eyes, he made circular movements in his hair scrubbing off the sweat and grime in his hair.

The shower curtain jerked wide open, startling Tom as he pinned his back onto the shower wall. Tord grinned, holding a raw hot dog in his hand while humming the theme song to 'Jaws'. Tom furrowed his eyebrows, his jaw twisted in confusion. "Tord what the fuck."

Tord chuckled, throwing the hot dog away before tucking his hands back into his red hoodie. "Eh, just wanted to have a little fun... By the way, I didn't know you were so well hung~" He cooed, winking. Tom turned a bright red, quickly closing the shower curtain. "Shaddup..." He mumbled under his breath, rubbing circles on the side of his forehead. "If you say so...~" Tord sighed, throwing his hands up. There was a strong tension in the room, as Tom clenched onto his length praying to God Tord wasn't about to molest him.

"I was wondering iffff... You would like to go out later on tonight." Tom's eyes widened slightly, as he cocked an eyebrow. "What?" He slowly released his length, gripping to the side of the shower curtain. Tord shuffled, looking down. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me..." Tom held his breath, biting his lip. He peeked his head out of the shower, examining Tord for a moment.

His face was flustered, as he hung his head down. Tom squinted his eyes, before taking in a breath. "Fine, but no funny business, okay?" Tord looked up his eyes wide with shock but happiness. "Yes- Of course! Ah, does 8 pm sound good to you?" He asked, pressing his palms together. Tom nodded quietly, causing Tord to beam with happiness.

"Now get outta here, let me shower in peace okay?" Tord winked chuckling at Tom's remark before leaving the Brit to shower in peace.

----8:15----

Tom sighed, leaning against the couch. God, what was taking Tord so long? Tom h was wearing ripped black skinny jeans with his checkered vans and 'Stay Safe' T-shirt. He looked about the same -- The only difference was his jacket. Instead of his usual blue hoodie, he wore a dark blue jacket with a leather coat on top. He kicked his legs on the coffee table, running his fingers through his gelled up hair.

Finally, Tord came downstairs. "S-Sorry I took so long..." He murmured, tugging at the seams of his pants. Tom looked up, caught off guard by Tord's appearance. He was wearing dark jeans with a white t-shirt and red plaid. Tom had to admit when Tord wanted to clean up nice he did an excellent job at it. Tord cleared his throat, holding his hand to Tom, he smiled weakly. "Ready, min kjærlighet?" Tord cooed. Tom nodded softly, holding Tord's hand before they were walking out.

"So, where are we going?"

"I was thinking about taking you to a The Five Fields, have you heard of it?"

"Uh, yeah actually. I just haven't been to it..."

Tord nodded, grinning. "I'm positive you will like it." Tom nodded softly, Tord's grip tightening around Tom's Hand.

Arriving at the restaurant, Tord cleared his throat as he looked at the waitress. "Table for two please?" He smiled, straightening his posture.

"Sure thing cutie~" The waitress giggled, winking at Tord as she bit her lip. Tom held back a growl, sinking his nails into Tord's palm. "Polite pass on your offer, I'm spoken for." Tord chuckled hoarsely, resting his head on his lover's shoulder. The waitress flushed with embarrassment as Tom flashed a rude smile. Clearing her throat, she grabbed two menus and led them to their table.

Sitting down, the waitress faked a smile. "What would you like to drink sirs?" Tom cleared his throat, sitting up. "I'd like some water and-" He paused looking at Tord who smiled at him. "I'd like a cola please." He sighed, holding Tom's hand. The waitress flinched, before walking away to get their drinks. They waited for the waitress to leave before chuckling with each other.

"Happen often?" Tom purred, raising an eyebrow, trying to hide his jealousy. Tord shook his head, giving him a toothy grin. "Yeah, jealous?" He winks, sticking out his tongue. "What? Nah, I get ass all the time." Tom scoffed, leaning back. Tord frowned, looking hurt. Tom noticed and quickly followed with his sentence. "Well, before I discovered you were my soulmate..."

Tord perked up, grinning at Tom. "Is that so? Does that mean I'm your one and only?~" He giggled, jumping in his seat. Tom rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Yeah, thought it was pretty obvious since we're soulmates."

Tord leaned closer to Tom, giving him a passionate look. "Y'know-"

They were interrupted, by the loud clank of their drinks setting them on the table, Tom's water splashing his face. "Oh, sorry." The waitress hissed, trying to give her most apologetic look. Tord and Tom scrunched their face up with anger before Tom patted Tord's hand as a way to tell him to calm down.

"So, what do you want to eat?"

"We'll both have a Scottish lobster." Tom hissed coldly. The waitress gave him a cold glare, before walking to the kitchen. Tord growled, wiping up Tom's face. "What a bitch..."

"Truly..." Tom scoffed, clutching his fist. "Hey, um... when the waitress gets back... Do you want me to kiss you...?" Tord whispered softly, batting his eyelashes, innocently. Tom grinned, lifting Tord's chin up to him. "This doesn't mean you are off the hook but... Anything to get back at that bitch."

They grinned, staring into each other's eyes with a devilish look.

A/N: AYE I FINALLY F****** UPDATED!!!