EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part thirteen

The two of them laughed together.

The sound echoed in the empty halls and only after a moment of silence, the loud thudding steps of a someone began to come from their front.

"Oh shit." Tom whispered under his breath and instantly held Y/n's hand as an instinct. She, on the other hand was too alarmed to notice.

The two knew by just the satisfied sophisticated manner the person walked that it was a teacher. They ran to the other direction and looked for a class to hide in.

"Crap let's just get in here." Y/n said in a low voice and pulled Tom into an unknown room with large wooden doors and it was unusually dark inside.

The two stood on either side of the door, looking at each other as the light from the open door came through.

As soon as the two heard the teacher's footsteps getting lower and lower, they took a sigh of relief and looked through the door.

They looked back at each other and smiled, the short moment of consolation shared amongst the two of them brought about a change in how she looked at him.

She felt somehow closer to him.

They looked away and turned around to see exactly where they were.

"Where are we?" She said looking around in the dark. Y/n walked forwards and sweared, "fucking hell" as she bumped into something.

"The school theatre?" Tom said in between a charming chuckle.

"The what-?" Y/n tried to say but at that exact moment a light fell metres away from them revealing what the room really looked like.

The wooden stage had bright red drapes at its back and in the middle stood a few students, one of them being none other than May Mirium Holland.

The light fell on the long rows of red chairs that were in front of the stage and on the front chair was the Drama Teacher, Mr. Downey.

Y/n and Tom shared a look once again of confusion as they looked towards the stage seeing how the 'drama practice' was going to roll.

May and another brunette boy with fluffy curls and a sharp shaped face stood in the middle as other students pretended to die on the stage.

Y/n and Tom sat in one of the back seats and bent to not be spotted by anyone. They peered from behind the seats as the smell of fresh felt fabric hit their nostrils.

Mr. Downey yelled 'AMAZING!' 'YOUR DOING GREAT HONEY!' 'AH THAT TALENT LET ME SEE IT!' 'KEEP GOING!' 'YES YES YES LOVING IT!' Every now and then as May and the other boy whose name Y/n assumed was 'Timothee' pretended to be in love in the midst of a war.

"Wow their really good." Y/n said under her breath but loud enough for him to hear it.

"Yeah." He whispered. The heat from his breath passed through her face, they sat incredibly close.

Y/n stood on her knees holding the seat in front of her for support while Tom had crossed his legs. He was tall enough to see above the chair, and close enough to have his knee brush against her thigh.