Title: Hello, Beautiful

Summary: It wasn't a usual Saturday morning for Tom, but this time, it was the good kind of unusual.

Warning: A little bit of swearing.

Author's Note: Hey everybody. This idea came to me when I was listening to a lot of love songs on repeat. Yikes. Haha, hope you guys will like it! Comments are greatly appreciated.

Hello, Beautiful.

"Shit," He muttered under his breath, the look of despair flashing across his eyes as he glanced at his watch. Impatiently tapping his foot, Tom scanned through the list once more. He cursed again. It was supposed to have arrived ten minutes ago.

Usually, on a gloomy Saturday, Tom would probably be sitting on his comfy sofa, a cup of coffee in hand as he scans the newspaper. However, his previous engagements lead him to scrap his routine for today, and forced him to catch a bus in the wee hours of the morning.

Darkness began to consume the sky as rain started to splatter on the roof of the bus stop. He shivered as a cold gust of wind brushed against his cheeks. A sense of helplessness overwhelmed him as he realized he could be extremely late for his appointment.

Looking to his right, Tom paused for a while. It was a plausible idea, but it would take at least half an hour if he went on foot. He glanced upwards as the rain began pouring even harder than before. He sighed.

"It's almost like God's testing my patience," He grumbled, taking hasty steps in the rain. He could feel his brown curls being brutally attacked by the heavy raindrops which mercilessly fell on his head. His shoes suffered the same fate as they dunked themselves in the puddles of water on the uneven walkway. He groaned. That was the end of his Armani leather jacket.

Tom quickly turned a couple of corners before coming to a stop outside the sliding glass door. He took in a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

Opening the door, he made his way towards the other end of the building. He could feel his heart pounding on his chest while his steps quickened. A very odd feeling of nervousness hit him as he stopped just in front of the gate. Slowly, but surely, people started strolling out of the hall, his heart sinking when he couldn't see a certain someone do the same. He tiptoed, stretching his head to get a better view of the crowd.

"Tom!"

His head sharply turned around. He recognized that voice. Frantically pushing through the group of people gathering around him, he ran to the direction of the voice. Dammit, where are you?

"I'm here!"

Tom immediately came to a halt when he saw her. Standing fifty meters away from her, it felt as if time had stopped when he focused his gaze on her. He could still remember the last time they met in this very same airport, two years ago. When she told him she would be taking time off work to get back to her studies, he remembered how cool he sounded as he assured her he was going to be fine without her. He couldn't have been any more wrong.

Tears stung his eyes as he ran to her and instinctively lifted her off the ground, his hands wrapped around her waist. God, he had forgotten how good it felt to be in her arms.

Debbie stared at his beautiful green eyes. She had nearly forgotten how piercing they were; she remembered how she used to attempt to sketch them on her notepad, but her drawings were never quite as realistic as she wanted it to be. She ran her hand across his face as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, long time no see," She let out a small chuckle, "Missed me?"

"You? Never." He smiled as he lightly pushed her hair behind her ears. By this time, his eyes softened as he brushed his hand against her cheek. He didn't know when it all started, but it happened. His heart fluttered whenever she glanced his way, and he was mesmerized by her very smile. And, as loud and as obnoxious her laughter was to others, he thought it was one of the most beautiful laughs he had ever heard.

"…Why are you all wet?" Debbie tilted her head in curiosity as she felt his soggy leather jacket. He laughed. A small smile curled on her lips when she couldn't help but notice his laughter was still as infectious as ever.

"Let's just say, I was rushing for time."

The noisy surroundings made everything else difficult to hear, but he could listen to her every single breath she took as clear as day. Looking at her, he shook his head.

"Bloody hell, you don't know how beautiful you are."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had been wishing fervently for this day to come.

Before Debbie knew it, a pair of lips came crashing down on hers. She felt a firm grip on her arms as Tom pulled her in closer. His lips were so soft and sweet; just like it was before. As they both pulled back for air, they looked at each other in the eyes before breaking out into laughter.

She smiled.

"Hello, beautiful."