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(𝚗) 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

Every single thought went out of Lilah's head. Every damn thought.

The world had stilled completely. He'd just barely brushed his lips against hers, and yet the trees halted their rustling, the clouds stopped moving—all sounds went silent at that whisper of a kiss.

The kiss was quiet, soft, brief, and filled with so much desire.

Lilah could've sworn that Tom was trembling when he pulled away from her lips, when he grazed the pad of his thumb across her cheek once again, when his eyes finally met hers.

And there was a moment, a moment of quiet understanding—where both of them knew that they had each other on a hold. That they felt like they were slipping off the world and the only hold, the only tie to keep from falling off, was the person in front of them.

Lilah couldn't form the words in her mind to describe the deep feeling of trust and warmth and light that simmered in her chest.

Tom's eyes shone with endearment, something like pride flashed across them before Lilah leaned forward and caressed his lips with her own.

Her hands slithered from over his thundering chest to his shoulders, Tom's hands leaving her face and swiftly slipping down to her waist. It was all she could do not to smile too much into the kiss, but she couldn't help herself.

His touch was light and smooth, even as his hands trailed over Lilah's ribs, her hips, squeezing gently to pull her closer. Lilah's own hands slid into his soft brown hair, idly twisting a curl around her finger—an action she had wanted to do for the longest time.

Tom's tongue just brushed against her bottom lip, and Lilah was surprised at how easily she opened up for him, at how new and old that contact was. She arched into him, holding his face in her hands.

He kissed her deeply at the silent request for more, for more touch, more access, more of him. When he lined his hips up with hers, heat scorched through her entire body, flowing through her like an undulating wave. His lips moved against hers in a certain familiarity that neither of them could explain.

Maybe it was because they'd both spent so much time staring at each other's lips, they'd already known what to do when they finally gotten the chance to act on their thoughts.

Tom tore his lips from hers to catch his breath, but placed gentle and patient kisses on one corner of her mouth, then the other. His lips slowly moved from hers, down to her cheek, to softly graze her jaw, her neck.

She was breathless, Lilah realized. Because of where Tom's lips were placed, where his hand moved to her lower back—right above her scar—where his other hand went up to cup her jaw. Because of him. And when he lifted his head up from her neck and stared into her eyes, his lips parted, Lilah smiled. And he grinned right back.

Neither of them had any words. No words to say what they truly felt. So Tom leaned his forehead against hers, and whispered, his voice breaking, "Lilah."

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"Do you even know what an analogy is?"

"Yeah it's a thought with another thoughts hat on," Tom reasoned, spinning around and strolling off.

Eveline rolled her eyes at the pair and walked off with the cart. Lilah frowned at her younger sister as she sauntered off. How had she gotten so tall over the past year? And more mature, for some reason that Lilah couldn't explain. She was proud of her sister for having the courage to leave their parents, it was a hard decision.

Even though they had technically had fled the country and run away.

Lilah made a phone call to Child Services about a week ago, and they said to keep Eveline nearby, and safe. Which was easy when she had both Lilah and Tom to protect her. Along with his mum, who had taken a particular liking to the girl.

Now they were at Ikea, spending a load of money on everything that they needed for their new apartment. Currently, Haz, Daya, and Jacob were all back at the place, giving the walls a fresh coat of paint.

Lilah spotted a gray couch out of the corner of her eye and tilted her head to the side. It was perfect for what her and Tom were looking for, and because Tom had no sense of style at all, most big purchase ideas were all made by Lilah. It stressed her the hell out—but it was mostly worth it.

She whirled around to go and find Tom, which would be impossible in this massive store, but saw him taking a selfie with a man and his daughter. Lilah had almost forgotten that they were technically celebrities, with all that had been going on recently.

Tom met her eye line and smiled, raising his brows at her. Lilah suppressed her own grin, and had to keep the heat that bloomed on her cheeks from spreading, just because of the small gesture he made towards her.

That's when Lilah really knew she was in deep shit.

Tom skipped over to her, practically glowing with joy. "Hey, I saw a giant stuffed dinosaur over there, can we get it for the living room?"

"Why would we need that?"

"For the tea parties."

Lilah stared at him. "Makes sense, put it in the cart."

He planted a kiss on her forehead and started to walk off, but then turned back around and told her he was joking. Sad, she would've loved a giant stuffed dinosaur to sit around at the dining table with. Dining table, they needed that too.

She told Tom as much, and he laced his fingers through hers, saying, "I feel like we're actually a married couple now, this is great."

Lilah raised a brow at him, but nonetheless, she squeezed his hand and walked with him to go find Eveline.

When they did find her, she had placed about ten packages of swedish meatballs, seven pillows that she claimed were necessary for sleep, and three lamps in the cart. The lamps, she said, were to make the apartment feel more homey.

They had to take two separate cars to haul everything back to the apartment, most of the furniture taking up a lot of space.

And when they finally got back, Haz, Jacob, and Daya were all lying on the floor once again, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why the hell are you guys on the floor?" Lilah asked. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourselves? "

"Where's the blood? I got a mop," Eveline said, holding it up above her head.

Jacob sat up, still swaying a bit, and said, "I think we might have gotten a little high."

Tom's brows bunched together. "How?"

Daya said from the floor, a lazy smile on her lips, "About an hour into painting we kinda forgot to open up a window."

"Well—" Lilah started, but she was interrupted by Harrison.

"Well is a hole in the ground for when you're thirsty."

She ignored him. "Do you guys need to go to the hospital or can you just sit out on the balcony and . . . get some fresh air? I don't know what to do."

Daya abruptly shot to her feet, but immediately started tripping over her own feet and back onto the ground. She huffed and stood back up, putting her hands on her hips. "No. We can help."

Lilah scanned the apartment as her three friends followed Eveline out to the car to bring everything upstairs. The paint was almost dry, the white and light grey walls slowly losing the small glimmer from the sun outside.

Tom watched her, watched how her eyes lit up even more when her eyes lifted to his—and it almost made him fall to his knees. What that kiss had done to him . . . he didn't want to think about it. How it had made his heart race in his chest, how it had twisted up his guts in ways he didn't think he could explain properly, how it had completely wrecked him.

That was how Tom knew he was in deep shit.

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Hours and hours later, when most of the furniture was unpacked and set up, when Eveline had taken up the job of decorating the apartment, and after all their friends helped clean, Lilah and Tom stood next to their front door, where outside everyone was waiting for them to open it.

Lilah said she wanted to do a grand reveal, and then they could have some food and go to sleep after all the work that they did.

So, she threw Tom a big smile and swung the front door open, going back to back with him. And sure enough, all their friends were waiting outside, annoyed looks on their faces. Tom said, "Welcome to our humble home, where it's always sixty-nine degrees—"

"—and we're mature about it," Lilah finished.

Everyone was silent for about a minute, until Eveline pushed passed them and back into the apartment, muttering, "That was the lamest joke of the century, I'm tired and I need some food."

Daya nodded along with her and proceeded to stumble into the kitchen and scrounge for some food. "I hope you guys didn't practice that in the car or anything—" she let out a scream, "Where the fuck is all your food?"

Tom and Lilah glanced at each other wide-eyed. "I thought you—"

"I thought you—" Tom groaned.

Jacob sighed and plopped down on the newly built couch. Haz sat next to him, turning on the tv. Daya and Eveline seemed pretty inclined to do the same, which meant they weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

And that left the new apartment owners to go to the grocery store and look for something edible that wasn't a single slice of sour dough bread or champagne, because for some reason, that was all they had.

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Lilah walked down the pasta aisle of the grocery store in London and just put everything in the cart. Tom's brows flicked up in question. "What?" Lilah asked. "It's not like we're doing anything for the next five months."

A good point, actually. Neither of them would be doing anything until the Spiderman press tour, when Lilah would have to multitask the shit out of her career, but that was still quite a while away. However in January, they would start filming for Avengers three, which they still didn't have the scripts for.

Lilah made to step away from him, but he tugged her back against him, and arm slung across her middle. He rested his head on her shoulder and murmured onto her skin, "I guess that just means five months with you."

She swiveled around in his arms, his hand now rested on her lower back. "I guess so."

Their breath mingled, and her eyes darted to his lips for a moment, but then she seemed to remember that they were in public and stepped out of his hold.

He watched her walk off, grabbing a few necessary things for their cupboards, and continue to shop. Tom ran a hand through his hair and shut his eyes for a moment. He craned his neck, thinking hard.

Tom wanted to be with her. And there were many things holding him back from that, but only one person.

So he made the impulse decision to fire Sydney Abraham as his agent.

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lilahangelo  i'd just like to let everyone know that this man is my celebrity crush
tagged: tomholland2013

username1  girl same

zendaya  i love how you just have these pics in your gallery lol
↳lilahangelo  i made a collage are you proud of me
↳zendaya  ...yes...very...
↳lilahangelo  :D

tomholland2013  i sincerely apologize for flipping you off so many times that you were able to make a collage
↳lilahangelo  i do not accept your apology but payment may be taken in hugs
↳tomholland2013  oh good i like hugs...from youu 😏
↳lilahangelo  i will not accept smirking emojis either

hater101  why is she so mean to tom lol
↳username2  she literally just said he's her celebrity crush and that's what you get from that-

hater102  ngl i kinda agree with you hater101
↳tomholland2013 when lilah's literally the nicest person in the world 😍
↳lifeisaloha  when lilah got me ramen 😍
↳evelineangelo  when lilah literally saved my life 😍
↳zendaya  when lilah's the love of my life 😍
↳lilahangelo  when you guys are my bestest friends and ilysm 😍

username3  ^where are my friends that hype me up like that smh

lifeisaloha  ok wait WHAT is that bottom pic of tom
↳hazosterfield  ikr he did a bad remake of the debby ryan
↳tomholland2013  love you guys too <3

A/N- i am hIGH KEY proud of myself for that kissing scene