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(𝚊𝚍𝚓.) 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗; 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜

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"There's no furniture. How could we forget furniture?"

"We can go to Ikea tomorrow," Tom suggested, setting his suitcase down on the ground outside their new apartment. "Even though its liked three hours away."

"Where are we going to sleep tonight?" Lilah asked him.

"We—I don't know."

She thought about it and groaned. It was Lilah's birthday today, and at six in the morning, her, Tom, Eveline, and Harrison had all flown back to London. They finished filming the day before, and while doing a stunt, Lilah bonked her head not enough to have a concussion, but enough to have a very painful headache.

And after dropping Harrison off at his house and Eveline's at Tom's parent's house, him and Lilah went to check out their new two bedroom apartment. Both of them were really excited about it, they had searched and searched online for one, and though it was pretty pointless because the place they chose was only around five minutes from Tom's parent's house, the place was really nice.

The only thing they forgot about was the furniture.

Neither of them had beds, a couch, home supplies, or any food. Which was a big problem.

But all those problems were quickly forgotten when Tom unlocked the front door and they stepped inside together.

Right when they walked in they were faced with the kitchen, which was humongous, and then a step down the vinyl flooring, and into the living room. Off the living room was a balcony, which was really nice. To the left of the living room, behind one of the kitchen counters, started the hallway, where both Tom and Lilah's bedrooms, and the bathroom would be.

It was gorgeous, needed a coat of paint, but otherwise amazing. Perfect for the two of them. And Eveline, if she decided to stay with them.

Tom face broke out into a grin as he looked over the apartment. He turned to Lilah and faster than she could even register, he wrapped his arms around her stomach and picked her up. He spun around and laughed. "Lilah I'm so excited— we can have tea parties and watch movies and cuddle each other while drinking more tea—it'll be so much fun."

Lilah laughed, "That's a lot of tea."

Swiftly, she stepped out of his hold and walked passed the kitchen, into the living room. When she turned back around, Tom's smile had faltered, but it was still there.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her phone rang. Her brows flicked up, she rarely got phone calls unless Tom was calling to bug her about what they were having for dinner that night.

Lilah pulled her phone out of her sweatshirt pocket and answered it. She cleared her throat, "Hello?"

"Hey Angelo," Freya's voice filled her ear.

"Oh—um, hi Freya." Tom walked over to hear what the conversation was but she sent him a glare and walked away and onto the balcony. He groaned and strutted off to the bedrooms, annoyed that he couldn't listen in on the discussion. Very nosey, that one.

Lilah could hear the smile on Freya's lips when she said, "Happy Birthday."

Lilah chuckled, "Thanks. What've you been up to today?"

When they first met, Freya had been the one to teach Lilah how to keep a conversation going, and how to fill those awkward silences. Part of the reason why after they . . . made out with each other, they were able to keep up their friendship without any complications.

"I got you a present that isn't really a present and I was going to tell you anyways but today just so happens to be your birthday," Freya said.

"Okay . . ."

"I got a job."

Lilah paused. It didn't really have anything to do with her, but—"That's great! What for?"

"It's for a television series," Freya hesitated, "as both an actor and stunt coordinator."

"Oh my goodness, that's amazing Freya—I'm so happy for you!"

Her friend laughed, "Thank you. But I was talking with Sydney and she said that the director might be considering you for a role too."

Lilah choked on air. "What?"

"It's an all women's cast, and there are like six other girls that they're casting right now. But Cate, the director, I think is going to call you today."

"That's insane—"

"I know!" Freya squealed. "And the best part is that filming starts in like seven months in New Zealand."

Her smile fell. "But that's when I have to press for Spiderman," Lilah said.

"Tell me again why the title isn't Spiderman and Spiderwoman?"

"They never answered me on that, I'm just assuming it's either to make the title shorter, I'm not as important as Tom, or whoever created the title is sexist as hell," Lilah said.

"You could ask them to change it you know. There are two other movies you have to film," Freya reasoned.

"Yeah," Lilah sighed, "I know. But do you know anything else about the series?"

"Um . . ." There was shuffling around on the other side of the phone, the ruffling of papers, then—"No. But I'm pretty sure Sydney and Cate are going to call you tonight, so keep by the phone." 

"Okay," she nodded, "thank you. And congratulations, by the way."

"Thanks, Angelo. Alright, call me if you get the part, I've got to go."

Lilah hung up the phone, putting it back in her pocket. A smile bloomed on her lips, and the first thing she wanted to do was tell Tom about the job offer.

So she ran down the hallway looking for him. He was in the bedroom to the right when she found him, lightly kicking on the wall to see if it would fall down or not. His head snapped up to look at Lilah when he heard her footsteps come closer.

She had a giant grin on her face, and before he knew it, she was running towards him, her arms wide open. 

The force of her hug almost knocked the wind out of him, but he embraced her none the less. "Why are you hugging me at this hour in the day?" he asked. "Usually you only do that at two in the morning when you can't sleep."

She pulled back enough to scowl at him, and took a step back. "I'm just finally happy on my birthday for once."

"Yes, being able to legally drink in all countries will do that to a person."

"Oh yeah, speaking of that—"

"I already have a surprise party planned for you at the pub, so don't even ask."

Lilah reeled in the impulse to tell him that he just ruined the surprise, and smiled instead.

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Lilah had dived in deep to her suitcase for about an hour before choosing her outfit, a simple gray tank top and black jeans. It was the end of summer, and around seven pm—the perfect temperature for going out for the night.

Tom drove them to the pub, that little grin still on his face. When they arrived, Lilah had to pretend to be shocked that Zendaya, Jacob, and Harrison were there, because Tom had casually slipped it into their conversation and thought nothing of it.

And then Lilah had ordered a parade of drinks for everyone, only having a few, while all her friends drank themselves stupid.

Not even an hour after everyone arrived at the bar, all of them were either lying on the floor or in the booths.

Daya had a bottle of wine in her hand, occasionally taking a swig or two. Tom sighed as he looked around at them all, then met Lilah's eyes.

They were both thinking the same thing. Their friends really couldn't handle their alcohol.

Lilah gave him a little smirk and said, "I need some food."

Tom traced the rim of his glass with a finger. "Too bad there aren't any cheeseburgers at home."

Some small part of Lilah's chest fluttered at his words. Not about the cheeseburgers—but at that word he used. Home. And the realization hit her.

Her and Tom were sharing a home together. And they most likely would be for at least the next year. They would see each other every day, and for the next five or more years, they'd be making movies together—and how they interacted with each other, the churning in her stomach when he just so much as smiled at her—how could she possibly keep that line up?

The line Sydney had set up between them.

And because Sydney was her agent, and was setting up this possible new job for her, Lilah had to choose, she realized. Choose whether or not it was worth it to step over that line with Tom.

His voice cut into her thoughts. "Alright, Lilah darling, you shall now be served your cheeseburgers." He stood up from the bar stool and offered her hand, which she hesitated to take.

Lilah glanced at her friends spread out before them. "What about . . ." she waved a hand at the lot, "them?"

"Right—I think we're going to have to haul them into the car," Tom said.

"And bring them back to the apartment? Are you forgetting we don't have any beds?"

"They can sleep on the floor."

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Tom dropped down on the ground of their balcony next to Lilah. He rested his head back against the railing and sighed. After forcing some food into their friends, picking up Eveline up from his parents house, and then dragging them all back to the empty apartment, both him and Lilah were drained.

Lilah sat next to him, her legs tucked in to touch her chest. She yawned and he turned his head to the side to gaze at her.

Tom then realized how close he had sat down next to her, so close he could see the small freckles that had formed over the warm summer. Her hair was loose, just falling past her shoulders. The stars were out, and she was staring up at them, making her dark blue eyes glimmer.

When Lilah rotated her body to turn fully towards him, her head leaning to the side to relax against the railing, he found himself trying to calm his racing heartbeat. Found himself trying hard to look her in those starlight filled eyes and not trace the soft curve of her lips.

He could've stared her all night long, just stay close to her, marvel at the beauty of her eyes—at the rest of her. And then wait for her to look away, wait for her to try and fail not to shrink under his stare—a small habit of hers that made him smile.

But she didn't shrink, she observed him right back. Angled her head and squinted her eyes—as if finding something she hadn't seen before.

Tom's throat bobbed as he swallowed. It was him that wanted to draw back now, under her beautiful gaze.

But then—

He was reminded of the line when Lilah's phone rang.

She started, the loud noise startling her. Right, she had been waiting for a phone call from Sydney about getting picked up for a television show. When she told him about it, he'd been so incredibly proud of her, that no words even came out out of his mouth. But this call would change a lot, because if she got the job then she'd be balancing both the press tour and filming.

Tom watched Lilah intently as she got up to her feet, waiting for her to burst out in cheers. But she didn't. After a few minutes that felt like hours though, she dropped her phone and it would've hit the balcony ground if Tom hadn't caught it and shot to his feet.

He didn't even have time to notice how cool that was before Lilah started jumping up and down and silently screaming—silently so that she wouldn't wake up her sleeping friends inside.

Tom smiled at her and put the phone up to his ear. It was Sydney on the other line. "Holland, is that you?"

"Yes?"

"Can you tell Angelo to calm down and make sure she doesn't break a bone or something?" she asked. But Tom could tell she was happy for Lilah, just a certain spark of joy in her voice. 

"Will do, m'am," he said.

Just as he was about to hang up, Sydney said, "Don't forget the line, Holland." But honestly, Tom didn't give a fuck about the line.

He hung up the phone and set it down, then whirled to Lilah. She had one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen on her face, and it made his knees weak. To see her so happy, and to have the honor of being one of her closest friends. But he wanted to be closer than that. Closer to her.

He wanted not to have to stop himself from looking at her lips, from touching her at all hours of the day, from loving her in the way she deserved to be loved.

So before his thoughts could register his actions, Tom stepped forward and halted Lilah's victory dance, gently grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest—and slowly brought his hands up to cup her face in his hands. He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone and whispered, "I'm so proud of you, Lilah."

The corner of Lilah's lips tugged towards that smile when he leaned his brow against hers, and nose-to-nose, their lips barely a hairsbreadth apart, Tom stepped over the line.