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Trip to the store with Tom and Harry
*This is actually part of a chapter of something I've been writing for myself, just for fun. Basically, the reader is staying with them for the weekend, things are still pretty recent with Tom, she's famous too, whatever, whatever... there are 15 chapters tho (48k + words)! This blurp doesn't contain smut, but the others do, so let me know if you like this, and I might post the full series.
Minor warning: people taking unsolicited pictures, panic attack foreshadowing. Also, this is in a world pre-pandemic (the series happens in June 2019) that's why no maks. But you live in 2021, so please wear yours!
Overall, just pure fluffiness and brother's bickering. Enjoy and please, please give me your feedback!
This is 2k+ words, btw
*edit! I did it you guys, here's chapter 1 of the whole series
âJust leave it, babyâ Tom calls out when I get up from the breakfast table taking the dishes to the sink to wash them.
âItâs fine, just a couple platesâ I say already washing them. âYou wanna go to the store now or later?â
âLetâs go nowâ Tom says.
âI call shotgun!â Harry announces.
âAbsolutely not! Iâm driving and(y/n)'s my-â I keep my ear open for the end of that sentence, which apparently wonât be coming out because Harry starts to laugh and I can tell Tom wants to kill him for that. I just shake my head and keep washing the plates, pretending I didnât hear anything.
We go back to his room to brush our teeth before heading out and I consider changing my clothes, but decide this is fine (out of laziness). Tom changes into a pair of joggers and shirt, he looks like heâs going to work out, but handsome as always. I wonder if heâs going to wear the cap and sunglasses that he keeps on his car for quick disguise. He grabs his wallet and the car keys and weâre heading out when I remember my wallet.
âHold on, forgot my walletâ I say going back the hallway.
âWhat you need your wallet for?â He asks when I get back, he was waiting for me at the end of the corridor. We go down the stairs, Harry is already there waiting, flipping through his phone.
âYou see, a wallet is where you keep your money and these plastic card thingies, which are like money, but virtual. Money is something you need to give the people at the store-â
âAlright smart ass, I get it. You wonât need to buy anything, itâs what Iâm sayingâ
âPlease donât get him startedâ Harry pleads with me when we get outside the door.
âWhat?â I laugh. Tom unlocks the car and I go straight to the backseat, trying to avoid another awkward sitting discussion.
âTom insists he pays for everything around the house. Part of the reason why we go grocery shopping without himâ Harry says from the front seat. âHeâs pretty good at making money, got admit. But terrible at managing it, the lads donât even pay rent!â
âWould you like to pay rent?â Tom asks, reversing the car and taking a glance at me, winking.
âIâm your brother! Dealing with you IS my rentâ I laugh the whole way to the store at their banter about money, the radio, the car temperature. I catch glances at Tom through the rear mirror, smiling every time he sees me watching him.
âWhy are we here? I though it was only foodâ Harry asks with an annoyed voice when Tom turned to get in a parking lot.
âWeâre getting other stuff tooâ Tom explains, parking and getting out of the car, taking my hand. He didnât get his cap and sunglasses. We left the car at a parking lot and walked to a discreet door that read âcollect by carâ, was this some kind of celebrity special entrance? We take an elevator and when it opens itâs like a mall, or a department store. A fancy Target, Iâd say. âMarks & Spencerâ. UhâŚvery British. Harry takes a cart and Tom gets another. I follow Tom but notice that Harry goes solo on his shopping trip. Tomâs still holding my hand and I look around to see if anyoneâs watching but apparently not. âLetâs look at the blown dryers first, huh?â He says and I nod, following his lead.
When we get to the beauty tools section (is that what they call it?) Tom reaches for the fancy, expensive blow dryer models and I reach for the travel-sized ones. I look at him smiling. âYou were thinking about getting a blown dryer for the house, werenât you?â
âWerenât you?â
âTom, youâre seriously buying a blown dryer just because I asked to borrow one?â I laugh at him.
âI could use one too, you know? Itâs not just for when you come aroundâ He says in a tone that gives away he was thinking exactly the opposite.
âOkay then. Not that brand, though. This oneâ I put back the travel size and step closer to him to look at the models, reading the boxes and considering the options. When we settle for one he puts it on the cart and we keep walking through the store, reaching the products section. âShampooâ I indicate, walking towards the shelf with all the options.
âHi, can I help you guys?â A store attendant asks approaching us.
âHiâ I say smiling at her. âJust looking for some shampoo and conditionerâ
âSomething specific?â
âNot rubbishâ Tom jokes. And she looks confused.
âHe uses Head & Shoulders and is offended I called it rubbishâ I explain to her laughing.
âOhâŚthatâs not goodâ She grimaces and Tom shakes his head.
âI know! Thank you! It doesnât have to be anything fancyâŚI donât know any of these brands thoughâŚâ Me and the attendant start talking about shampoo and Tom zones out, looking around. When I finally pick one, along with conditioner, hair mask and styling gel I put it all in the cart and thank her. Tom was looking at a shelf with bath products, bath salts and bombs.
âHiâ I step to his side.
âBath bomb? Doesnât sound very relaxingâ I laugh at that. Boys. When I was going to explain it to him two girls approach us.
âHi, Tom!â One of them says, blushing furiously.
âUhâŚhi!â He answers, slightly startled. âHowâs it going?â He recovers his composure.
âFineâŚUh, is it ok if we ask you for a selfie?â
âSure, no problemâ He smiles. They look in between him and I.
âCould you take one, (y/n)?â Does she mean with me, or she wantâs me to take the picture?
âSure, give me your phoneâ I say reaching for her phone. And they laugh nervously.
âWe meant with usâ
âOh, yeahâ I laugh. âCourseâ Tom is watching and laughing at me. âBut do you want me to take one of you guys with him too? So you donât have only selfiesâ
âOh would you? Thank you!â They say giving me their phones and posing along him. He keeps staring at you the whole time. I snap multiple pics with both phones and give them back to them.
âSee what you thinkâ I gave their phones back.
âOh itâs great! Thank youâ
âYou didnât even look at it. What if sheâs a shitty photographer?â Tom laughs.
âExcuse me? Iâm a great photographerâ I answered him. âI bet the oneâs you take wonât look so greatâ I said posing with the girls, who were just staring at the two of us in awe. I smiled while Tom snapped the pics and then he gave their phones back.
âThank you!â One of them smiled.
âYeah thank you!â They were walking away when one of them looked back and shouted. âYou guys are really cute together!â And they sprinted away laughing.
âTeenagersâ Tom says shaking his head and laughing.
âDonât know, we ARE really cute togetherâ You tease him, poking his side.
âI know, wasnât disagreeingâ He says defensively. âYou canât make every fan encounter this long though, or else youâre never gonna get anything doneâ
âOkay grandpaâ You laugh. âCommon, it didnât even take that longâ
âNot this time. Probably made their day, thoughâ He says. âJust donât get frustrated if every fan isnât this niceâ
âI donât expect them to be. Itâs just, they liked whatever we do and itâs part of their lives. Doesnât cost anything to be nice, and besides, itâs a positive reinforcement. Next time they need courage to do something, itâll be easier for them. People make too much fuss about celebrities, but like, asking a date out is way scarier and more commonâ Tom just smiled and shakes his head. âWhat?â
âI really love your mind, you know?â
âWhat did I said?â
âThe positive reinforcement thing. I though you were going to say weâre leaving a good impressionâ You scoff.
âBath bombsâ I say trying to change the subject. âItâs like aspirin, for your bath. Theyâre really nice, wanna pick some?â He nods picking one up and trying to smell them. You guys joke around and pick some bath bombs as well as some bubbles and shower gel. âWe got so much stuffâ I say looking at the cart.
âOnly essentialsâ He says and kiss me on the cheek. âI like this, get used to itâ
âWhat?â
âSpoiling you. Iâm like a sugar daddyâ
âOh my god, you didnât just say thatâ I laugh. âThat makes me a toiletries sugar babyâ He laughs and pushes the cart along the corridor. We find Harry on the beverages section, picking up some beer boxes.
âSo much for groceriesâ Tom says looking at his cart. Chips, candy, beer and milk. We get a few more items like some fruits and vegetables, yogurt, eggs and of course a bunch of ready meals, which seem to be a must for them.
âYou guys donât cook much, do you?â I joke.
âOnly when Samâs around. Which then he cookâs for us, of courseâ Harry answers and I laugh.
âIs he at school?â I ask.
âCooking school. In Parisâ Harry tells me, putting the groceries on the cashier belt.
âThatâs so coolâ I look at Tom. âThatâs really coolâ
âI know. Wait, are you really more impressed by my younger-chef-brother than my acting career?â He laughs.
âI meanâŚâ I shrug and Harry laughs at us. We see a flash and turn our heads at the same time to the woman on the line behind us, who had her phone pointed to us. I look down and Tom puts his arm around me. âSheâs taking picsâ I whisper to him getting out of his embrace.
âSo?â He says and puts his hand on my back, standing with his back to her in front of me. Harry hurries up and finishes putting the groceries on the belt, bagging everything up. I go to help him while Tom pays for our shopping. We put the stuff back on a cart and get out of the store. When we get out of the elevator and in the parking lot again, I hear Tom saying to Harry âRide on the back now, yeah?â. We put everything on the trunk and Harry gets on the backseat, so I get on the passenger seat. Tom starts to drive and takes my hand laying on my thigh, he rubs his thumb over the back of my hand and Iâm glad heâs being mindful because these encounters with paparazzi and random people taking pics really stress me out.
âI donât really mind taking photosâ I say out of the blue. âWhen they introduce themselves and ask for itâ
âItâs so disrespectful, pisses me offâ Harry agrees. âLike, you want a photo? Fine, just ask for it. You donât simply snap photos of random people on the street, what makes you think you have the right to do it if you saw the person on a movie before?â
âWe only saw that because the flash was on too. Makes me think of all the times I never see it. Like youâre always being watched. ItâsâŚâ Scary? Stressful? An invasion of privacy? All of the above?
âIâm sorryâ Tom says, tightening his grip on my hand.
âItâs not your faultâ I say.
âIâm still sorryâ I give him a half smile. Nothing we can do about it, is there?
âNice record Tom, where did you get it?â Harry asked lifting the Lime Cordiale record I bought Tom at Camden.
âThatâs (y/n)'sâ He says.
âI bought it for youâ I smile.
âWhat? Did you?â I bit my lip smiling and nod. âIâm an idiot, sorryâ
âThat you are. An ungrateful idiot apparentlyâ Harry says.
âItâs okâ I give Harry a glare. âItâs ok, reallyâ I repeat looking over at Tom. âAs long as you listen to them nowâ
âI will, promiseâ He smiles and lifts my hand to kiss it. Harry makes a gaging sound and I just laugh.
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