I swung my shopping basket in my arms as I walked down the aisle at Tesco. My cousin, Grace, was somewhere a few aisles over. I was staying with her in London while I went to University, having moved to England from Minnesota. I had visited London a few times as a senior in high school and had fallen in love.

Looking around for my favorite brand of cereal, I continued walking. But when a guy with blonde hair and a dimple on his left cheek walked into the aisle, I froze. Tom Fletcher; the first and last person I ever wanted to see. I swore under my breath.

Tom stopped in his tracks as he noticed me, his shoes making a squeaking noise against the floor. Half of me wanted to run straight into his familiar arms and the other half of me wanted to run the hell out of the building. But I stayed where I was. Neither of us was very willing to move, but he reluctantly took the steps needed to close the distance between us. I held my breath as the store suddenly felt too hot for my liking.

"Hi, Charlotte," he finally said. I don't think I had ever felt this uncomfortable; this was definitely the last thing I wanted to be doing. It had been two years since Tom and I had last spoken.

"Hi," I managed to say. I felt my cheeks turning pink as I spoke. I probably looked like an idiot right now.

"Hey," he repeated softly.

"What are you doing here?" I mentally slapped myself at that question. What else would he be doing at Tesco? Elephant hunting? God, I'm an idiot.

"I –I live around here. What are you doing here?"

"Did you move?" His previous home was a good thirty minute drive from here.

He seemed uncomfortable at my question. "Sort of…I still own the house you're thinking of. I've just been living here…recently. But you never answered my question."

"I, uh, live in London now," Tom's eyebrows rose, surprised. "I'm studying film here."

A small smile formed on his face. "You used to talk about wanting to be a director."

Yeah, two years ago, I thought. I'm not sure why I felt bitter seeing him. It wasn't Tom who ruined our relationship. I didn't reply; I just nodded my head, unsure of what to do. Tom scratched the back of his neck, glancing around the store so he wouldn't have to look at me. A weird look crossed his face as he glanced in my shopping basket.

"Are those for you?" he said, pointing at the package of diapers resting in the basket.

What? "Yeah…I wear baby diapers."

His face flushed as he picked up on my sarcasm. "I meant, do you have a kid?"

"Oh! No, they're for my cousin's baby."

Tom seemed almost relieved at that news. Did he really think I was the type to have a baby when I was 20? It wasn't like I even had someone to make a kid with. Although I had been on a few dates, I hadn't had a boyfriend since, well, Tom.

"Oh, okay, uh good. Do you think you'd possibly want to come to our show tonight? I know the guys will want to see you." It all came out in a rush.

"If by guys you mean Harry and Dougie," I remarked. Tom shrugged but didn't say anything. Danny hated me when I was with Tom. I never blamed him; I was young and there was quite a few years of an age gap between us. Either way, I wasn't really up to seeing any of them. At this moment all I wanted to do was go home and watch crap television in my sweats with a pint of ice cream. "I don't really think that's a good idea, Tom." Although Grace would kill to go to the concert…

Speaking of Grace, she had turned into this aisle was slowly walking towards us. I cringed at what was to come. She was a big McFly fan. Like, with posters hanging up on her walls and everything.

"Hey, Char!" She greeted me. I was too scared to look as she recognized the guitarist next to me. Her green eyes had grown round and were practically bulging out of her head when I reluctantly glanced over at her. "You're Tom Fletcher," she finally stated.

"Hi," he gave her a smile and a small wave. The two of them looked at my expectantly.

"Oh, this is my cousin Grace," I introduced her to Tom. I realized that I must have mentioned her to him a couple of years ago, because he seemed to vaguely recognize the name. Grace bit down on her lip as he gave her another smile. Hard.

"Hello!" She was clearly confused.

"Grace, I was just inviting Charlotte to our concert tonight. Do you want to come? I can throw in some backstage passes, if you want." He made an attempt at looking innocent, but I knew him better than that. Despite the fact that we were both well aware that it was a bad idea for me to go tonight, Tom knew that I wouldn't be able to say no to Grace. I glared at him.

"Yes, I would love to!" her eyes somehow managed to grow wider, and I resisted the urge to laugh. "Charlotte, will you please come with me? I know you don't really know McFly"–I bit the inside of my cheek–"But it will be super fun!"

Grace was so excited that she was practically bouncing in her boots. And with the grin plastered on her face, there was no way I could let her down. I gave a final glare at Tom, who appeared rather pleased with himself, and agreed to come along.

"Awesome!" Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. "Just give me your numbers, and I can contact you with the details."

He looked at me, waiting for me to give him my number. There was a reason why I had changed it in the first place. When I didn't answer, he turned to Grace, who was more than happy to tell him her phone number. Tom flashed a brief smile at me.

"I guess I'll see you ladies later then. Bye Charlotte…Grace," he said locking his eyes with mine. It wasn't until he walked when I was able to move again.

A/N: So it seems I have started another fic! Originally I was going to use a different member, but I think I'm too in love with Tom to write about anyone other than him :) Let me know what you think so far!