By Clare009
Disclaimer: I don’t care about Paramout – Katie owns this drabble
I remember the time my best friend told me about the woman he loves.
“It’s like she’s a thorn in my consciousness,” he said.
He didn’t have to tell me how her smile made his stomach turn flip-flops. How it was a sacred act just to sit and stare at her. He would create excuses to go to her ready-room, or take the indirect route just to bump into her in the passage. Even his dreams would follow her.
He didn’t have to tell me because that’s how I felt about him.
At least, I did before I kissed Tom.
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