IMAGINE !
o. YOU AND TOM FREEZE  . . .

━━ 🕸️ ━━

The slightly retro music softly played in the background of your temporary hotel room, warmth wrapping its nonexistent arms around your body.

You were currently sat on the floor in front of the wooden coffee table, doodling random pictures into a plain notebook you had found in your backpack. Despite trying to distract yourself from the boredom that was creeping up on you, you were growing tired of hand cramps and smudged pencil lines.

Tom must have heard your silent call for help, strolling out into the living room with your jackets in his hands. Setting your pencil down, you closed your notebook and gave a curious look to him. He threw your jacket into your hands, not saying a single word on what he was doing.

Standing up from the floor, you slipped your arms through the winter jacket, taking a light hold to Tom's hand before he could walk away.

❝C'mon, you have to tell me what we're doing!❞ you whined, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in hopes that he would cave in.

To your convenience, he held you close, rolling his eyes with a sigh slipping out of his lips. ❝you'll see, darling.❞

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❝You should have just told me! I would have dressed in twenty layers of clothes for this.❞ you laughed, holding onto Tom's hand for dear life.

Your feet were unsteady, wobbling like a baby fawn taking it's first steps. If it weren't for Tom and his help maneuvering you around the crowd, you would have thought of being in the iconic One Direction video. However, it was nothing like that.

Ice skating was not for you, and of course, if you gave it more of an effort, you probably would have enjoyed it. But it was thirty degrees outside, and you weren't too happy that all Tom told you to bring was a jacket. He definitely owed you a warm drink from a nearby coffee shop for this impromptu trip.

❝I know. I probably should have thought things out first,❞ he laughed, carefully holding onto your waist. A smile was on his face, admiring the way you had so much concentration on your face.

Tom had ice skated so many times by now, and he was plainly a natural. You envied him and the way he stood up without any struggle. However, you wished you could freeze time and savor the moment instead of completely freezing your body in the New York air.

❝but you love me, and I love you.❞

You gave him a small nod, not wanting to move your gaze from your feet sliding on the ice. ❝That is entirely true, but let's not go outside in freezing weather with only a jacket on next time.❞

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

I love this chapter so much, and it's actually really nice not to have a standard for word counts and get to have both small and long chapters, my heart is exploding uwu

WHILE WRITING THIS I THOUGHT OF THIS VINE I'M CRYING I HATE MYSELF SKDJSJS

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I'M GOING TO BLESS YALL WITH THIS VINE EACH TIME I SEE IT I LAUGH FOR LITERALLY FIFTEEN MINUTES. SERIOUSLY.

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THIS VERSION IS BETTE R IM DYINg IN CLASS

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ok I'm done thanks for listening to my horrible vine taste ily