Champagne is a funny thing. It appears as an innocent refreshment to have during a lovely formal dinner except one forgets to count how many glasses they have drunk. The forgetfulness however melt away by the warmth you feel with each sip whilst laughing with people you have met.

The people at the dinner were so lovely. The fact that I had easily recognised them as big named stars caught me in the star struck void that I struggled to escape from. My wide eyes never appeared so large on my oval face in my whole entire existence. I felt Tom give my shoulder a short, tight squeeze when he saw my reaction of his friends that have played beside him in a movie called The Avengers. I made a mental note to watch it.

"Lara, meet my friends that I met through The Avengers and Thor," Tom announced when we approached the big table of celebrities.

I was not sure how to greet them so I smiled nervously.

They all smiled back and greeted me warmly.

"Now, I hope you all don't mind a second introduction?" Tom chuckled.

"Go ahead!" the actor who I knew played Iron Man laughed it off.

"Lara, I'd like you to meet Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Zachary Levi, Scarlett Johansson and Jaimie Alexander."

"Nice to meet you all," I said bashfully. Having all these people you see in movies and the television look at you with warm smiles is so overwhelming.

"This is just so weird," Zachary exclaimed. "I just saw Lara a few months back when we were finishing on Thor and now you can't remember any of us!"

Jaimie patted the dumbfounded actor on the back and turned to me, "We're very sorry about the accident and hope you recover soon," she smiled.

"Let's take a seat shall we?" Tom rested his hand on the small of my back and guided me to our seats.

I sat next to Scarlett and Tom was seat across from me next to Robert.

"I don't know how you do it!" Robert grasped Tom's shoulder. "If my woman couldn't remember me, it would feel like I have lost her, you know? I'd be so frustrated! I mean, all the sex I am missing out on!"

"Dude!" Chris Evans jabbed Robert in the ribs.

I was too afraid to pull out a mirror stare at my reflection because I knew that the blush on my cheeks matched the red on my lips. I leaned forward and rested my chin on my hands that casually covered my mouth and jaw so I can hide the redness tingling on my cheeks. As mindless as it sounded, it never crossed my mind that Tom and I were probably very intimate with each other. Well, we would have been if we have been together for a while.

My gaze absently traveled from the table to Tom sitting very still across me. His eyes spoke another language as he stared at the table while inattentively grinning to seem like he was listening to Chris Evans lecturing Robert over what he said.

I guess that was one of the rarest moment to see Tom at his truest self. Far too often I could not quite grasp on what he actually thought or felt about anything. It was almost always him pretending that he was okay with whatever situation he was in just so the people around him were satisfied. Just by observing his eyes, I could tell that he somewhat agreed with Robert. He has lost me and it was indeed frustrating him.

Just by that thought alone caused an even stronger headache. I rolled to my side in bed and squinted my eyes from the daylight seeping through the curtains. Champagne was indeed a nasty thing when drinking more than a few glasses. I rolled to my other side to avoid the daylight.

The dinner ended with no drama and everyone chattering excitedly over their future plans of TV shows or movies that they were going to star in. Tom announced to the table that he has agreed to be in the movie Only Lovers Left Alive.

"So, you're going to be the new Edward Cullen then?" Robert laughed.

"Yes, except the events that will occur in the bedroom will be more… how should I put it…" he paused for a short second then grinned. "Detailed."

"Basically porn, then?" Zachary giggled sheepishly.

I gaped, "Really?"

"Oh come on Lara!" Chris Hemsworth chuckled. "It's not the first time Tom has been butt naked in a movie!"

"Yeah, haven't you watched The Deep Blue Sea?" Scarlett nudged me cheekily.

Even though I had a reason over why I could not remember any of those things, I felt like an absolutely terrible girlfriend. I sat still with my eyes wide for a moment to recap that last thought. I had not meant to think 'girlfriend', but I was his girlfriend, right? Either way, I felt absolutely horrible in not remembering anything.

"Come on guys," Tom interjected. "Lara did not know who I was when we first met. I guess I just did not cut it as a big actor like you all are back then," he winked at me.

"Oh right, I remember that! You were so adorable just not knowing about what you have stepped into when you met Tom!" Jaimie giggled. "It was like that Hilary Duff movie where she meets that famous Italian man and has no idea! You had no idea that the paparazzi was trying to figure out who you were. I was so surprised that he had to tell you himself! Don't you even read celebrity gossip magazines? You were all over it!"

"Really?" my jaw dropped. It seems like all I could ever say was 'really'.

I snuggled into my pillow and buried half my pale, hungover face. I have absorbed so much information last night. It seems like everyone had tried to help out in at least trying to tell me a memory that I may recognise or become familiar with. Unfortunately, none were familiar. It felt like they were talking about someone else named Lara. However, throughout the conversation about how Tom and I met and all the funny things that has happened, his faced glowed in joy. I've never seen him that happy.

I shut my eyes to see his joyful face more clearly. I lost the visualisation of him when there was a quiet knock on my bedroom door. I knew who it was already. Tom slept over because I insisted – well to be more precise, the champagne insisted that he should stay.

"Maybe we should just take the lifts," Tom said as he climbed the stairs to my apartment behind me.

It was past midnight and I was so energetic as I ran up the many flights of stairs. I demanded that Tom should hold onto to my stilettos before laughing gleefully as I charged up the stairs.

"Why?" I said breathlessly. "Can't catch up?"

"No!" there was a slight growl in his voice and his footsteps started to sound faster.

I laughed and screamed at the same time as I tried to run up faster.

It only took a second for him to get ahead. He stood leaning of the railing as he watched me pant and climb the stairs towards him. I had slowed down from sudden exhaustion.

"Look who's slow now," he smirked down at me.

"You're right, we should have taken the lifts," I told him in between breaths.

"We're only two floors from yours though."

"Fine, piggy back."

I stretched out my arms to him gesturing that he should pick me up on his back.

He sighed with a chuckle, letting his gaze fall to the floor before lifting it up to me. "You're lucky that you're adorable."

I was indeed lucky, I thought to myself as he climbed the stairs with me on his back. As I nuzzled into the bottom on his neck, I inhaled his scent. Whatever cologne he was wearing has faded but still smelled nice against his skin.

"We're here," he crouched down for me to get off.

"I should get you to do that more often, it was fun!" I exclaimed as I fumbled through my clutch for my keys.

I felt his warm breath on my cheek as he leaned in which caused me to freeze in my actions and hold my breath. At first thought I assumed that he was leaning in for a kiss. My intoxicated self was ready to welcome it but my logical, sober self that was left buried within my mind tried to protest to that idea. It was not right to do that. My intoxicated self won in a manner of seconds though and I finally relaxed my tense shoulders.

"Your dress has risen up," he said in a low voice.

My intoxicated self found that very arousing. I smiled sheepishly and clumsily pulled it down. Without wasting another second and embarrassing myself even further, I unlocked the door to my apartment.

"Well, this is my queue to leave."

"What?" I was baffled.

"I have completed my duty in escorting you home safely," he slightly bowed. "Thank you for the lovely night. I hope my friends did not make you feel uncomfortable."

"Your friends were fun to be around," I smiled grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt. "Stay tonight."

He froze in surprise and looked at me. His eyes seemed to be searching for something within mine, "Thank you but I don't want to be a hassle."

I tugged onto his sleeve, "I'll be hungover in the morning and you make really nice food!"

"Is that really the only reason you want me to stay?" he gasped melodramatically and rested his hand over his chest.

"That's one of the reasons, come on," this time I pulled him inside.

I sighed. My body temperature has risen from just thinking about that. This was so embarrassing.

"Yeah come in," I mumbled and pulled my blanket just above my nose.

"I figured that you were very hungover so I bought painkillers and breakfast to you," my apparent boyfriend said with a smile that lit up my whole room. He was in sweat pants and a t-shirt that he pulled out of my wardrobe last night. His hair that was sleek and brushed back was now in a wave of mess with little bits sticking out in odd places. Needless to say, he still looked pretty good. I guess it was a celebrity thing, they always looked good in anything.

"Wow!" I gushed in awe when he placed the tray that was filled with eight pieces of French toast and two cups of coffee. I silently thanked myself for keeping this man in my life. I would have suffered excessively with just my lack of cooking.

He sat across me on my bed and sipped his coffee.

"I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much," I said after gulping down painkillers with coffee.

"Not really," he smiled to himself. "Do you remember anything?"

"Of course I remember everything!" I said with a mouth full of food.

"Very well," a smile formed on his lips. "I do hope that they did not overwhelm you with a lot of things you couldn't remember."

"No, it was quite eye-opening for me. Although," I paused to take a sip of coffee. "I felt that the person they were talking about was not me. They made me sound so different," I shrugged.

"Do you feel different when you're around me then?"

I nodded, "But it's a nice different. I'm comfortable with you, you know."

He seemed to relax and smile at me.

Without saying another word, we finished our breakfast on my bed.

I really hope this did not change the usual characteristics of Lara and Tom.

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