Hey!! Could you do a teen Holland sister reader and she’s got a history of fainting and black outs and one day she’s on a road trip with either all the boys or just Tom whatever you are comfortable with and she blacksojt a couple times and stuff and all her brother/s go super protective and stressed about her ! Thanks sorry If it’s too specific
Prompt 14: “Don’t close your eyes on me”
Pairing: Tom Holland x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Fainting, medical history
A/N: Hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long!
You watched out the window as the cars passed on the opposite side of the highway. You leaned your head against the window, the cool glass feeling good against your hot forehead.
“(Y/N), you feeling okay?” You hear Tom ask beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You looked over to him and shrugged, your eyes a little droopy as you felt lightheaded. “A little light headed, but I’m alright.” You said. You shrunk a little under his gaze as he narrowed his eyes, knowing you never really said it was as bad as it was.
“Are you sure? We can pull over, take a breather if you need to.” He said.
“Yeah, (Y/N), we can stop if you need to.” You heard Sam say from the driver’s side. “We’ve been on the road for a while.” He said.
“We have, maybe we should stop at the next exit. Stretch our legs.” Harry said next to him.
Tom continued rubbing your arm. “Let’s do that,” he said and you shook your head.
“We don’t need to stop on my behalf. I’m fine.” You said, feeling your eyes close for a few moments.
Tom frowned and tilted your head up so he could look into your eyes. “Hey, hey, don’t close your eyes on me.” He said and gave you a small smile. “We’ll stop soon, please keep them open.” He said.
You took a deep breath, nodding slowly before you did in fact close your eyes, feeling your body go limp as you passed out.
Next thing you knew, your brothers were surrounding you in the car, stopped at a rest stop. You groaned quietly and rubbed your head.
“Oh, thank god. You can’t keep doing that.” Harry joked and looked at you, worry written on his face.
“I don’t do it on purpose.” You muttered and slowly sat up, taking the water that Tom handed to you. “I’m okay. Maybe stopping helped me.” You said and rubbed your head again.
Tom looked at you again and then leaned back slightly. “We’re going to grab something to eat, you up for coming with?” He asked. “We could also bring it back here.”
“I’ll join you.” You agreed and then let all of them help you out of the car. “Alright, if you all decide to crowd me like this, I’m going to pass out again.” You joked, biting your lip as you notice they didn’t laugh. “I’m kidding! I’m fine.” You muttered and then took Tom’s arm when he offered it.
You loved your brothers, but you knew that you worried them. The good thing was that you knew they would always have your back.
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Tagging: @f0rehead-0f-security because i'm pretty sure you were the one who requested this
summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.
wc -> an introductory 3.1k :)
warnings -> mentions of being cheated on, drinking, and language.
summer had gone by in a blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was fall. the start of junior year, the second to last year of your college education. the year where almost everyone starts to realize ‘oh, this shit is real’ and really whip themselves into shape.
you had gotten back to your off campus house before your two other roommates. you had met the two other girls you now call best friends during your freshman year. there was sarah, who was your roommate your first year, and mia, who was your neighbor in the dorms.
you enjoyed being the first one to the house. you could move in your stuff peacefully without having the other girl’s stuff in the way. plus, you could play music as loud as you wanted to.
that is, with the exception of the open window and the other students looking up towards your room whenever they walked by.
and of course, just like it was last year, once the others girls arrived: chaos ensued.
“oh my god, the hockey team is throwing a party tonight,” mia practically yelled from the kitchen, “we have to go!”
mia was the wild child, the party animal out of the three of you. sarah was a lot more like you, someone who would rather stay at home and watch a good movie than go out to a party. however, over the past couple semesters, mia has gotten you more out of your shell.
which she may or may not take a little for granted on some occasions.
you shook your head, “hell no.”
“why not?” she frowned. you rolled your eyes.
“because if the hockey team is throwing a party then you know, about 99.9% of the time, taylor and her posse are gonna be there.”
taylor harrison, the president of the sorority and the literal definition of daddy’s money. she's the type of girl who gets what she wants when she wants it, and if she doesn't then all hell brakes loose.
it didn't help that she was the girl every guy had their eye on. the girl, that for some reason, every girl wanted to be approved by her and be her friend. you couldn't understand why someone would want to get sucked into her toxic, little circle.
“besides,” you shrugged, “jack and i have plans.”
the two other girls sent you playful looks, “plans?”
“oh, shut up.”
jack had been your boyfriend since the beginning of last year. the two of you were in the same class, he sat next to you and the rest is history. it was cliche and something that happens to everyone, but you could tell that it was different with him.
“well then,” mia sighed, looking over at sarah, “i guess you’re forced into going to the party this time.”
sarah groaned, “seriously? there’s a new episode of drag race i need to watch.”
mia gave her a look, “i’ll buy you coffee for a week.”
sarah rolled her eyes before looking back over at you, watching as you slowly backed away from the conversation, “you owe me.”
you laughed, hand on the knob to the front door, “sorry! gotta go!”
you quickly left the house before you were convinced to skip out on jack and go to the party too. you made your way towards the campus apartment buildings, giving small smiles to a couple of the familiar faces that passed you. you had made your way through the group of people in the quad, going inside the building and heading for the stairs.
you reached his apartment door and knocked, but there was no answer. you waited a couple seconds as you heard shuffling from the other side of the door.
you knocked again, “jack?”
with no answer yet again, you reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, but you wish you hadn’t. you watched as a red headed girl held her shirt up, covering her chest and as jack froze in place in front of the door, shirtless with hickeys littering his collarbone.
you didn't know what to say, or how to react as the girl turned around and put her shirt on.
“y/n, baby, this isn’t what it looks like-“
you cut him off with a hard slap across his face. the red headed girl gasped quietly. you sent her a look.
“don’t you have somewhere to be?”
she gathered her things quickly before talking to jack before she pushed past you, “i’ll call you?”
he didn’t answer her, just stood there looking at you. you watched her leave as she quickly made her way towards the staircase at the end of the hall, disappearing behind other people.
“how could you?” you asked, your voice breaking as tears threatened to spill over your eyes.
“i’m sorry-“
“don't,” you mumbled, “we’re done.”
he watched as you turned away from him, walking towards the stairs. you ignored his calls to come back as tears spilled out of your eyes and onto the tile of the hallway.
you took out your phone, sending a text to the groupchat with mia and sarah.
y/n
change of plans, not going to jacks.
you guys at the party yet?
sarah
unfortunately
what happened with jack?
y/n
ill explain when i get there
mia
YAY Y/NS COMING TO THE PARTY!!!
you locked your phone, shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans as you made your way towards the house party. most of the guys on the hockey team had done the same thing as you and your friends, they had decided to share a house off campus. it was the hotspot for all the parties and they were known to throw the best of them.
you walked up the path, people sitting outside with drinks in their hands as music boomed from inside the house. you made your way through the door, looking for sarah and mia, but they were nowhere to be found.
you sighed, making your way to the kitchen instead. you went through the different alcohols and mixed up some kind of concoction into your cup, gulping it down before reaching for another alcohol. you poured a heavy amount, someone walking into the kitchen and coming up next to you, grabbing a can of soda.
“damn, rough day?”
you instantly knew that accent. tom holland. the captain of the hockey team, the hottest guy on campus.
and taylor harrington’s boyfriend. or ex boyfriend. it really depended on how she felt that day.
“you could say that.”
he watched as you mixed the vodka with a can of soda. you didn’t tense at his gaze, didn’t immediately want to keep his interest. but something about you made his eyes linger a little longer than he would’ve done with anyone else.
“you alright?” he asked, still watching as you sipped the drink from your cup. you made eye contact this time, nodding as you swallowed.
“not really, but it’s not like you necessarily care, right?”
you didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but you really didn’t want to deal with taylor’s bitching if she saw you talking to tom. you were pretty sure that if she were to say something to you right now, you’d rip the overpriced extensions out of her bleach blonde head.
“i mean if you’re upset about something, i think it’s best if you talk about it. especially ‘cause it looks like you’ve been crying.”
why's he so nice?
“and what? talk to you about my problems? no thanks.”
he shrugged, leaning against the counter, “can’t say i didn’t try.”
you took another sip before looking back at him. you didn’t mean for your eyes to linger around his jawline, but god he was hot. any girl, or guy, would say the same thing. he was easy on the eyes, extremely good at his sport and he got near perfect grades. he literally checked all the boxes.
that’s when you noticed something was missing, “where’s your barbie girlfriend and her minions?”
he laughed, “not a clue, could care less to be honest with you.”
you raised an eyebrow, “what? did she break up with you for the 30th time today because you didn’t get her a chanel bag?”
he smiled, “nah, i broke up with her. caught her sleeping with this other guy.”
your eyes widened, mentally cursing yourself for being such a dick, “oh, uhm- i’m sorry.”
“no, it’s okay-“
“it’s not, because i know what it feels like,” you said, your eyes meeting his brown ones, “it sucks.”
“how long ago, if you don’t mind me asking?”
you looked down at your phone, glancing at the time, “about forty-five minutes ago.”
his eyes widened softly, “shit, i’m sorry.”
you shrugged, “what can you do, right?”
he nodded, “suppose you’re right.”
it was quiet for a couple seconds before he spoke up again, “is there a part of you that kinda wants them to be jealous? like see you with someone else and be like ‘damn, i shouldn’t have fucked that up’? or is it just me?”
you thought about it for a second. thought about the look on jack’s face if he were to see you with someone else, if he would even react. you thought about rubbing it into his face that you found someone better, someone who would never betray your trust.
“yeah,” you nodded, “now that you mention it.”
your conversion was interrupted when mia and sarah made their way into the kitchen, “y/n! there you are!”
you smiled at sarah, clearly seeing a very drunk mia.
“hey,” sarah said, “so what happened with jack?”
“it’s a long story, i’ll explain later,” you said, grabbing the bottle of tequila out of mia’s hands, “let’s put that down, yeah?”
“but ‘m not even drunk!” you were surprised you were able to make out the sentence from how slurred her words were.
you chuckled, “trust me, you are,” you looked over at sarah, “we should head back to the house.”
she nodded back at you, agreeing. tom spoke up once again, “hey, i could give you guys a ride back to your house.”
you waved him off, smiling politely, “no, it’s okay. it’s not that far of a walk.”
“no, no, i insist,” he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket, “just tell me how to get there.”
you looked at him, “you’re sober?”
“yeah,” he said, “i don’t really drink.”
you nodded to him, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you let sarah and mia walk in front of you, tom on your left. he walked up to a group of guys that you assumed to be his house and teammates.
“hey, i’ll be back in a little.”
“sounds good, man.”
he nodded towards the door, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you through the crowd. as you pushed through with tom following behind, you noticed the looks that got thrown your way.
of course everyone’s eyes were on you, you were walking with tom holland, who had his hand on your back. of course it looked a little bit conspicuous to anyone who was watching.
once you were outside, he unlocked the audi that was sitting in the driveway, mia and sarah filing into the backseat as you climbed into the passenger side.
“so, where to, ladies?”
“we’re on lincoln, in one of the off campus houses.” sarah said, letting mia lean her head on her shoulder.
he nodded, putting the car in reverse. the music softly playing from the speakers as you found yourself staring out the window, losing yourself in thought as tom made small conversation with sarah in the back.
“hey,” his voice directed towards you as it pulled you out of your train of thought, “you alright?”
you looked over at him, sending him a tight lipped smile and a nod, “yeah.”
“you sure?” he looked back over at you before looking at the road in front of him, “you’re not a very good liar.”
you sighed, “just thinking about what you mentioned earlier, you know the whole ‘making my shitty ex jealous’ thing.”
he nodded, “yeah, it’s just the coming up with something that would bother them that’s the hard part.”
you nodded in agreement, looking back out the window. you started thinking of ways that you could make it look like you were doing so much better than jack, something that would instantly make him regret cheating on you.
that’s when it hit you.
“a fake relationship!” you said, tom’s attention turning back to you.
his eyebrows were furrowed, “what?”
“you know, get into a fake relationship with someone. you go out and pretend that the two of you are dating, the other person would obviously know it’s fake, and the both of you could benefit from the ‘relationship’. the best thing about it is that no one else would know you're not together, only the two of you.”
he nodded, “doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
“of course it doesn’t, because i came up with it,” you smirked, “and i’m the mastermind.”
he let out a chuckle as you pointed to your house, telling him he could just pull up in front of it. he did as you had asked, pulling in front of the house and unlocking the doors so the three of you could get out.
“thanks for the ride, tom!” sarah smiled, helping mia out of the car as she led her towards the house.
“anytime.”
you watched your roommates from where you were standing by the open car door. once you saw they were inside, you looked back at him.
“thanks for letting me vent,” you smiled, “and for the ride, too,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your hair as the wind softly blew it in front of your face, "you know, she really ruined your reputation."
he smiled from the drivers side, “i’ve heard that more than you think.”
you smiled back, “thanks again.”
“always.”
you closed the door to the car softly, making your way to the front door. you had noticed he stayed in the car, making sure you made it to the door okay. you sent him a small wave as you closed the door, locking it and turning off the outside light.
you leaned up against the wooden frame, looking back at your grinning roommates, “what?”
“tom freaking holland just drove us home because of you!” mia said, “how did that even happen?!”
you rolled your eyes, “nothing happened. nothings happening, okay? we’re just in the same situation.”
“oh, yeah,” sarah said as you made your way into the kitchen, “what happened with jack?”
you took a deep breath as you grabbed a water bottle, the two girls anxiously waiting for you to tell them why you were so upset.
“i uh, i went over to his apartment and he was fucking another girl,” you said, both of their mouths dropping open, “and i broke up with him.”
“i’m so sorry,” mia said, “he didn’t deserve you.”
“what a dick!” sarah rolled her eyes, both of the girls walking over and wrapping you in a group hug, “we love you.”
you smiled, “i love you guys.”
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“what, so are they broken up or are they dating still?” you asked, watching whatever reality show sarah had put on the living room tv. she shrugged her shoulders.
“not really sure.”
“if i was her, i’d break up with him.” mia said from her side of the couch. sarah nodded her head, pointing at her as a silent way of saying she made a point.
there was a knock on the door, pulling all of you away from the show. you got up from your seat, putting your drink down, “i got it.”
you walked over to the front door, unlocking it as you peeked open the door. you opened it the rest of the way as you smiled at the brunette boy in front of you.
“stalker much?” you joked and he let out a soft laugh.
“hello to you, too,” he joked back at you, “do you have a minute? i uh... have to talk to you about something.”
you nodded, letting him inside the house. sarah and mia watched from the living room, eyebrows raised as you shut the door.
“hey, tom!”
he smiled back at the girls in the living room, sending them a small wave as they sent you a look. you waved your hand in front of your neck, telling them to cut it out.
“we’re going upstairs.” you grabbed tom’s arm, pulling him away from the looks your friends were sending. he followed you up the wooden steps and into your room. he looked around at your room as you closed the door.
you sat cris-cross on the bed, waving towards the desk chair and the bed, “you can sit wherever.”
he nodded, opting for the desk chair, “thanks.”
you sent him a soft smile, “so, what’s up?”
“so, i’ve been thinking about what you said in the car last night, the whole ‘fake dating’ thing,” he started, taking a pause to make sure you understood what he was talking about. when you nodded, he continued, “what if we 'fake-dated' each other? i mean, i know it’s kind of crazy beings we barely know each other, but you said it’s better to choose someone who knows it’s fake and someone who could also benefit from it. plus, you said you wanted to make your ex jealous too. you check all of the boxes.”
you raised an eyebrow, “i… i uh-“
“i know, i'm sorry to just kind of throw it all onto you at once, but i’ve been thinking about it since last night. i mean, you are the mastermind, right?” he smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully.
at the end of the day, how bad could it be?
“what if i say no?”
he was silent for a second, “i didn’t really think you’d be opposed.”
you let out a sigh, why am i doing this?
“okay, fine, you have a deal,” you extended your hand out for him to shake, when he reached for it, you pulled your hand back. he shot you a confused look.
“however, we’re doing it by my rules.”
he shook your hand, “deal.”
you pointed to the notepad and the pen on your desk, “can you hand me that, please?”
he nodded, grabbing the paper and pen off the desk. you turned to a blank page, writing at the top of the page.
fake dating rules:
“okay, number one,” you said, tapping the pen against the notebook as you thought about the first rule. when it came to your mind, you immediately started writing it down, “no strings attached. this is simply just to get back at our shitty exes.”
he nodded, “oh, you have to come to my games and the hockey team parties. gotta make it look like you’re an actual supportive girlfriend.”
"the games i'm alright with, but the parties?" you scrunched your face up. he gave you a look, but softened when he came to an agreement.
"okay, not all of them, but most of them."
you rolled your eyes, "fine."
you wrote down what he said as rule number two, “anything else?”
“one ‘date’ per week. we get to know more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious to anyone we talk to about our ‘relationship’.”
you wrote it down, adding the last rule in all capital letters and underlined it, “no one knows it’s a fake relationship. absolutely no one.”
he nodded in agreement, watching as you made makeshift signature lines. you passed him the notebook as he let out a soft laugh, taking the pen from your grip. he signed on his line, your signature going next to his.
“so it’s settled, girlfriend.”
you smiled, “it’s settled, boyfriend.”
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Summary: After spending a night with your best friend's brother, your life changes forever.
Words: 10k
Warnings: lots of crying (but not bad crying y’know? Just emotional crying :D), mentions of a one night stand, alcohol consumption and being tipsy, pregnancy stuff, a whole lot of fluff, this is just very wholesome imo
prompts used: friend’s sibling, college, accidental pregnancy (with a side of one night stand, mutual pining and dramatic love confession[i didn’t fully commit to those but there’s still a hint of them in there i think])
A/N: This is my entry for @venomsilk s valentine bingo!!! Thanks S for doing this and giving me a card that inspired a whole 10k fic. I know I ticked the 2k-5k box on the google from but the story just kept getting longer and longer (I feel like if I had had more time it would’ve gotten even longer) big thank you to @heyhihellowhatsup0 for helping me so much with this fic! I’m in love with this and I hope you’ll enjoy it as well!
Feedback is always appreciated ❤️ ✮
It’s fine. This is fine. It’s just a bad dream. You did not get knocked up by your friend’s older brother you’ve been crushing on for the past two years. It’s fine.
You never suspected Tom to even be interested in you in the first place. You always thought he was way out of your league.
But then Harry and Sam threw that party. And maybe you got a little tipsier than you anticipated. Someone had the glorious idea to play a game of spin the bottle, and in your slightly inebriated brain, you thought it was a great idea.
You don’t remember who else was sitting in the circle around the empty vodka bottle. All your senses were focused on Tom.
Beautiful, handsome, sweet Tom. With his lazy smile and messy curls. How could you tear your eyes away from him? It was impossible. Like a painting in a museum you just couldn’t walk away from.
You had thought about kissing Tom many times before. Caught yourself daydreaming about it when you were hanging out with Harry in their living room, and Tom was studying at the dining table or kicking a football back and forth with Harrison in the back garden.
You had thought about kissing Tom many times before. Caught yourself daydreaming about it when you were hanging out with Harry in their living room, and Tom was studying at the dining table or kicking a football back and forth with Harrison in the back garden.
You had thought about kissing Tom many times before. Caught yourself daydreaming about it when you were hanging out with Harry in their living room, and Tom was studying at the dining table or kicking a football back and forth with Harrison in the back garden.
But real life? So much better. His lips were soft, his movements slow and a little cautious until you reciprocated the kiss. You tilted your head a little to allow his lips to roll against yours effortlessly. The butterflies in your stomach were already going wild, but when you opened your lips, and his tongue touched yours, it was like a fuse in your brain blew, and you completely stopped thinking and just allowed yourself to feel and enjoy the moment.
Your hands ended up in his curls, and his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you into his lap. You could faintly hear someone yell, “Get a room!” but neither you nor Tom paid any attention to that.
You did end up in his room, though. And you did way more than just kiss. And it was good. Better than good. Amazing.
But Tom wasn’t known to be the type for commitment, so you decided to save yourself the rejection and left his room in the early morning hours before he woke up.
You managed to get back to your flat without any problems and, after taking a much-needed shower, you went back to sleep.
The Monday morning after the party, you had to take your final exam of the semester in your 8 am class that you shared with Harry, and of course, the first thing he did was ask about you and Tom snogging in the middle of their living room.
“It was a game of spin the bottle. What else was I supposed to do?” You told him. Harry just gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you. “You’re not mad I snogged your brother, right?” You’ve been friends with Harry since the first semester, and he was one of your closest friends. You couldn’t stand the idea of him being mad at you.
“Of course not, Y/N.” Harry reassured you. “You’re both adults and can make your own decisions. I’m just a little surprised. Weren’t you the one who said you’d rather chop off a limb than get involved with Tom?”
You felt your cheeks heated up at that. So maybe you’d been trying to convince yourself that starting something with Tom was a bad idea. The tipsy version of you had forgotten about that, though.
“It was a game!” You whined while Harry smirked at you. He enjoyed seeing you squirm way too much. “Stop looking at me like that. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” And you definitely didn’t want to tell him that you spent the night with Tom as well. You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Fine.” Harry chuckled. “Just don’t fall in love with him or anything. I don’t wanna see you get your heart broken.”
You could tell he was just teasing you, but you were a little concerned that he might be onto something.
❀
You didn’t hear from Tom after the party. You tried not to be upset or disappointed. It was what you had expected. A meaningless hook-up with your friend’s brother. Nothing more, nothing less.
But it stung. Whenever you were at Harry’s place to study, you caught yourself looking for Tom. Being hyper-aware of every movement or noise in the house. But he was never around.
And whenever you saw him on campus, you pretended you didn’t see him. Maybe that was a little immature, but you didn’t know how to deal with the situation. You’d never had a one night stand. And him being Harry’s brother made things even more complicated.
After a week or two, you accepted the fact that it was a one-time thing. Even though you found yourself thinking back to that night a lot. At least you’d gotten the chance of experiencing it.
Life went on as normal. Until now.
You’re staring at the stick in your shaking hands, unable to compute that your life is about to change forever.
Pregnant.
Maybe the test is a false positive? You should’ve gotten more than just one. But it had already been so embarrassed to get that one test. You’d been able to just so keep from saying that it was for a friend. Because what’s more suspicious than someone saying they’re buying a pregnancy test for a friend? Nothing. The clerk at the pharmacy probably didn’t even care. At least you didn’t run into anyone you know.
What are you going to do?
You have to tell Tom, but you haven’t spoken to him since that night. You want to tell Harry to get his advice on what to do next, but it feels wrong to be telling him before Tom.
What a mess.
You decide to be a responsible adult for once in your life and make a doctor's appointment. You want to be a hundred per cent sure that you’re really pregnant before telling Tom.
•°❀°•
The doctor's appointment wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, but the result was as expected. You’re pregnant.
So now you’re standing in front of the boys’ house with shaky hands and sweaty palms. Maybe you should’ve texted him first. You’re kind of jumping this on him without any type of warning. You’ve had some time to come to terms with it. But he didn’t.
Before you can decide whether or not you should leave and maybe send him a text and ask to meet him, the door opens, and Tom steps out.
You’re caught by surprise, taking a step back but losing your footing. Tom’s quick to react, catching you around your waist.
All you can do is stare at him. It’s the first time you’re actually looking at him since that night, and flashbacks start invading your mind. Not the time.
“You okay?” Tom asks, a small smile on his lips. You mechanically nod. “Did you want to see Harry? He’s got class right now.” You know. That’s why you chose now to come by.
Tom’s arm is still around your waist, and it takes you a couple of seconds to snap out of it.
“No, I actually came to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?”
Tom is visibly surprised but shrugs his shoulders. “Sure, I was just about to go to the coffee shop to grab something to drink. You wanna come with?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
Maybe a public setting would be better. You don’t know how he’ll react, and this way, he’ll probably try and stay calm. Was this a good idea? You’re not sure. You’ve never had to tell someone you’re pregnant before. Fuck, you’re gonna have to tell your parents, too.
“You coming?” Tom’s looking at you over his shoulder, that small smile still on his face. You love that smile. He’s already taken a few steps down the sidewalk while you’re still standing in front of the door.
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
You follow Tom to the coffee shop silently. There’s a certain tension in the air, but you’re not sure if that’s just you panicking about what you’re about to tell him.
By the time you’re sitting at a table across from Tom, you’re a nervous wreck.
“Are you okay? You seem a little out of it today.” Tom looks genuinely concerned. It makes you feel a little bit better. You’ve known Tom for a while now, and even though he might be a little bit of a fuckboy, he’s got a heart of gold and would do anything for his friends and family.
You make a noncommittal noise and shrug your shoulders. You don’t know if you’re okay. You’re overwhelmed, that’s for sure.
“How about I’m gonna get us some tea and then, if you want, we can talk about it?”
You nod, still unable to speak. You knew it was going to be hard to tell him, but you never thought you wouldn’t even get any words out.
While Tom’s standing at the counter, you take deep breaths. It’s best to just say it. The longer you wait for the right moment, the more nervous you’ll get. There won’t ever be the right moment anyway.
“Here we go. One breakfast tea with a dash of milk.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Tom flinches at your words, causing a bit of your tea to spill over the edge of the cup. You didn’t even give him time to put the drinks down. Maybe there wasn’t a right moment to break the news, but this was definitely a wrong one.
“Sorry.” You mumble, take a napkin, and start patting at his hand that’s covered in tea, his skin a little red. “Does that hurt? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“A-are you sure? With who?” By now, Tom is back in his seat across from you, his eyes wide, and you’re still wiping at his hand.
“You, Tom.” You press your lips together. At least it’s out in the open now. You told him.
“But… I don’t understand. We used a condom.” He furrows his eyebrows and pulls his hand away from yours.
“It can still happen.”
“Really?”
“Condoms are 98% effective when used correctly. I looked that up. And we were both a little drunk.” You wring your hands together while watching Tom. He seems to still be processing the news. You don’t blame him. You only had sex once and haven’t talked since. This must be coming out of left field for him. It did for you, but at least you had the chance to prepare yourself for the possibility of being pregnant before taking the test.
“Are you really sure? Did you pee on the test correctly?”
“There’s no wrong way to pee on a stick, Tom!” You cross your arms in front of your chest. Now he’s starting to be ridiculous. “Besides, I had a doctor’s appointment already and they confirmed it. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
“Fuck.” Tom buries his face in his hands before rubbing his face. “That was not supposed to happen.” He says it more to himself than to you, but you reply anyway.
“I know.” You can feel your lips trembling and your eyes burning with tears. You’ve been crying a lot lately, and you don’t know if it’s because the situation is so overwhelming or if it’s got to do with all these hormones. Maybe a little bit of both. “I know. I’m sorry. I usually never do this and I’m not on the pill and I didn’t even think–“
“Hey. Hey, stop.” Tom scoots over to you, now wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “It’s not your fault, okay? I was there, too, remember? We both have an equal part in this.” He runs his hand over your head soothingly. “And I’m gonna be there for you. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll be there.”
His words make you cry even more. “I don’t know what to do.” You mumble against his chest, and you feel him sigh.
“Everything is going to be fine, darling. Let’s just take a deep breath, drink our tea before it’s completely cold and then we make a game plan. Does that sound good?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” He places a soft kiss on the top of your head then hands you your tea again. You wipe your face with the sleeves of your hoodie before taking the cup. One of Tom’s arms is still wrapped around you, and you appreciate it.
After you both finish your tea, which was indeed almost cold, Tom leans back in his chair a bit. “Have you told anyone else yet?”
You shake your head. “No, I was thinking about telling Harry and asking him for advice on how best to tell you. But I felt weird telling him before you.”
The corner of Tom’s mouth kicks up into a small smile. “I appreciate that. My brothers won’t let me hear the end of it as it is, but that would’ve been the cherry on top.”
A beat of silence passes.
“What do you wanna do?” He’s back to being serious now. “If you don’t wanna keep it and not tell anyone about this I understand. That’s okay.”
“I do.” You notice Tom stiffen for a moment. “Keep it, I mean. I do wanna keep it. The baby.”
Tom’s eyes turn glassy, and he reaches for your hand. “We got this, darling. It’s gonna be tough, but we’re gonna get through this. And I’ll be here for you through everything.”
He’s said it before, but it’s reassuring to hear it again.
“Have you had an ultrasound already?” He asks, playing with a napkin on the table. His eyes are fixed only yours, though.
“No.” You shake your head. “But I have an appointment in two weeks.”
“Can I join you?”
“I’d love for you to come.”
•°❀°•
“Okay, let’s have a look at the little bean.” Both you and Tom are staring intently at the monitor, your hand clasped into his. You were extremely thankful that he was with you, that you didn’t have to do this alone. “Here we go. That’s your baby.” The doctor points at a little speck on the screen before pushing a few buttons. “It’s about the size of a kidney bean right now.” She smiles at you, “See that flickering there? That’s the heartbeat.”
You tear up again and squeeze Tom’s hand tighter, unable to pull your gaze away from the monitor.
The doctor takes the baby’s measurements and assures you that everything looks okay. She also tells you about the things you should and shouldn’t be eating and hands you about a million pamphlets. The amount of information you’re getting is slightly intimidating.
You leave the doctors with the first few pictures of your baby and an official due date: February 24th.
•°❀°•
You’re anxious about telling people that you’re pregnant. You don’t want to care what people think, but you do. It’s not like you’re going to shout it from the rooftops, though. You and Tom decided that you’re going to tell Harry and Sam first. They’re the baby’s uncles, after all. And it’s going to be hard to hide it from them since you’re always around each other. Next, you’re going to tell the rest of the boys. And then both of your parents. That’s probably the conversation you’re dreading the most.
“Why do I feel like this is some sort of intervention?” Harry questions as the four of you sit down in the living room, you and Tom across from the twins. “Or like they’re going to tell us they’re getting a divorce and that we’re going to be switching between two homes now.” Sam shrugs his shoulders and just looks between you and Tom.
You bounce your leg up and down in an attempt to get rid of your nervous energy, but it’s not helping. Tom places his hand on your knee and gives it a soft, reassuring squeeze.
The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry.
“Oh, you’re gonna tell us you’re dating now? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”
“That’s not quite it,” Tom admits, his pointer finger drawing random shapes on your knee. He’s nervous, too. “I don’t know how best to say it. So maybe we’ll just… say it?” He turns to you with raised eyebrows, and you think that’s the best option, too. Just rip the bandaid off. Like you did with Tom.
“I’m pregnant.” You hold your breath as you watch the news sink in. It takes a couple of seconds, then the questions start.
“How?”
“See, Harry, when a man and a woman are attracted to each other–“
“Don’t give me the talk, Tom.” Harry rolls his eyes. “I know how babies are made. I’m just… When did that happen? And please don’t give me too many details.”
“It was at that party wasn’t it?” Sam asks. “I saw you two disappear up the stairs.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Harry looks at his twin, his mouth open in shock.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal. And neither of them mentioned anything… so.” Sam shrugs his shoulders.
Harry moves his attention to you. “Why didn’t you tell me. I thought we were best friends.”
“Harry, is you not knowing that Y/N and I had sex really the only thing you’re taking away from this? And stop making her feel bad about it.” Tom’s voice is stern.
Harry lets his head fall between his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m just shocked is all.”
“None of us expected this to happen. But it did.” Tom leans forward to reach for his cup of tea.
“So you’re really pregnant?” Sam asks with raised eyebrows.
“Don’t ask me if I peed on the stick correctly. Your brother already did that.” You see Tom shrinking into the sofa a little as he takes a sip from his cup.
“Really?” Harry tilts his head to the side, biting back a smirk.
“You’re not the only one shocked by the news, okay?” This causes all of your to let out a small laugh.
“So what are you going to do now?” Sam asks, his elbows resting on his knees. “You’re both still in uni. How are you going to handle all of that?”
You’ve been wondering that, too. Uni is already stressful as it is, but with a baby? You know that other people have managed to do this, but that doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to pull it off as well.
“We’re gonna find a solution.” Tom says. “There’s still time to figure things out. I already looked into the possibility of pausing uni for a semester, or we’re just going to have to find a way to plan so our schedules don’t overlap. I start my final year in September. So I’ll almost be done with uni by the time the baby is born. We’ll figure something out.”
You didn’t know Tom had already thought so thoroughly about all of this. It seems like he already has a plan while you’re still struggling to wrap your head around the fact that you’re pregnant in the first place.
“You’d really take a semester off from uni?” You ask, and you can already feel tears pricking at your eyes. This constant crying is really annoying. But how can you not cry when he’s being so sweet and responsible.
“Of course. If that means our baby is taken care of properly, I’ll do it.”
Hearing him say ‘our baby’ is the final straw; your lips start to wobble, and then you're bawling.
“C’mere.” Tom can’t help but laugh softly at your emotional outburst. He’s witnessed a few of them already and has told you repeatedly not to be embarrassed about them because they’re adorable. You’re sure he’s just saying that to make you feel better, though.
“This is kind of weird.” You hear Harry whisper to Sam. “Seeing them together, don’t you think?”
“I guess we’re gonna have to get used to it.”
Telling your other friends went down similarly to telling Harry and Sam. At first, they were surprised, then a little worried, and finally they made some harmless jokes about it.
Breaking the news to your parents, though? Incredibly nerve-wracking. Tom insisted on joining you, and you were afraid of your parents' reaction. It’s the first time they’re meeting Tom. He isn’t even your boyfriend, and you’re going to tell them that they’re going to be grandparents.
Your parents took the news surprisingly well, though. You showed the ultrasound pictures to them, and your mum insisted on making herself a copy of them to put on the fridge. Everyone held their breath when your dad asked Tom if he was going to ‘do the right thing and make an honest woman out of Y/N’. However, that was followed by your mum lightly hitting his upper arm and telling him it’s not the eighties anymore. Your Dad then broke out into a laugh, saying he only wanted to see Tom’s reaction.
After you left your parents place, you told Tom not to be the type of dad to take bad dad jokes like that, to which he just shrugged his shoulders and said, “No promises, darling.”
•°❀°•
Morning sickness is kicking your butt. And whoever chose the name morning sickness was cruel. Because it’s not just in the mornings. You’ve been throwing up all night. You’re supposed to meet Harry to help him with a project for uni, but you don’t have the energy. Deflated, you call him.
“I’m sorry. I really wanted to help you out, but I barely got any sleep last night.” You manage to say before the biggest yawn of your life leaves your body.
“Are you feeling okay?” Harry’s voice is laced with concern.
“Not really.” You admit. “Honestly, I feel like shit.”
“I’m sorry. Do you need anything?”
“No. It’s okay.” You sigh, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “I’ll just try to get some sleep. I’m really sorry I can’t help you like I promised.”
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. Your health, and the baby’s health, is much more important than my uni project.”
“Stop it. You’re gonna make me cry again.”
“Okay.” Harry laughs, “Get some rest.”
You say goodbye and hang up the phone. Even though Harry told you not to feel bad about the whole thing you do. You promised you’d help him. You hate breaking promises.
You decide to get comfy on the couch and watch a movie. Maybe that’ll get your mind off things. You’re not even halfway into the movie when the doorbell rings. You have no idea who it could be. Maybe it’s just a delivery for one of your neighbours.
Instead, when you open the door, Tom is standing in front of it, a duffel bag in his hand.
“What are you doing here? And what’s with the bag?”
“Harry told me you weren’t feeling okay. And I hate the thought of you being alone. So here I am.” He smiles sheepishly.
“How long are you planning to stay?” You raise your eyebrows.
“Uh… Actually I thought I’d move in. This is just my most important stuff.” He lifts the bag up slightly.
“You thought what? And you didn’t think to, I don’t know, ask me first?” You cross your arms in front of your chest. You get that he’s just looking out for you, but this is just a little much.
“Listen. I know this is sudden and yes I should’ve probably talked to you before but I didn’t want you to be alone now while you’re not feeling well. I’ll be your personal assistant. Anything you need, I’ll do it for you. And if you wanna throw me out because I’m annoying you can do that, too.” The corner of his mouth kicks up into a smile. And how can you be mad at him when he’s looking at you like that? You can’t.
With a sigh, you open the door further, “Come in.”
❀•°❀°•❀
Tom’s scrolling through his phone aimlessly. You had gone to bed early, still exhausted from the day you’d had, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He could watch some TV, but he was scared of potentially waking you up. You needed rest. Tom felt bad that you had to experience all these pregnancy symptoms while all he could do was watch and take care of you as best as he could. But that didn’t make the symptoms go away. He’s held your hair more times than he can count these past few weeks, and he hates seeing you like that. Not because he thinks it’s gross that you’re emptying your stomach about three times a day, but because he hates seeing you in pain. You’ve almost reached the second trimester, though, so hopefully, the morning sickness will stop soon. Tom read online that that’s usually the case and that the second trimester is the most comfortable one for most women.
He’s tried all the home remedies his mum shared with him to help you through it, and they seemed to at least alleviate some of the symptoms.
Suddenly, he heard shuffling in the kitchen. A glance at the time tells him it’s quarter past ten. At least you had gotten some sleep. Maybe. Getting up from his seat on the sofa, he makes his way towards where you are in the kitchen.
“What are you looking for?” He leans against the doorframe as he watches you opening every single cabinet.
“Pickles.” You mumble, and he thinks it’s adorable how you’re moving around the kitchen in your sleep shirt and messy hair looking for pickles. “I don’t even like pickles. But I need pickles. And I need them now.” You open yet another cabinet. “But I don’t have any.” You turn to Tom, your bottom lip pushed forward in a pout.
“Makes sense. Why would you have any if you don’t like them?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.
You cross your arms, “Stupid.”
Tom lets out a laugh, “You’re something else.”
You can’t help but notice how cute he looks in his wrinkled white shirt and grey sweatpants. Him living here definitely has its perks. You can ogle him whenever you feel like it. And you feel like it a lot.
Tom turns around, and you assume he’s going back to the living room, but then you hear keys jangling, and it sounds like he’s putting on his shoes.
“What are you doing?” You ask as you look at him, indeed putting on his shoes.
“Tesco’s still open for another thirty minutes or so. I’m gonna get you some pickles.” He says it so matter of factly that it makes your heart swell.
“Really?”
Tom looks at you with a gentle smile, “Of course.” He wraps his arms around you in a quick hug, then places a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
❀
When Tom gets back, he finds you on the sofa, your cheeks wet with tears. “What happened? What’s going on?” Tom could never be sure if something bad happened or if your emotions just got the best of you yet again. He hated seeing you cry, but this pregnancy was a sort of exposure therapy for him in that regard.
“I’m sorry.” You say as you look at him with your teary eyes. “You went all this way for me to get the pickles and now I don’t want them anymore. I’m sorry.”
Tom lets out a sigh, puts the pickles down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around you. “It’s okay, darling. Don’t worry about it. It’s the least I could do. And now we’ve got them in the house for when you crave them next.” You lean your head against his shoulder, almost melting against him. He places a kiss on the top of your head. “You wanna try and get some sleep?”
“Not yet. This is nice.” You mumble against the fabric of his shirt, and Tom can’t help but smile.
“It is.”
❀
The sight that greets Tom in the kitchen the following morning is one he never thought he’d see. There you are, sitting at the kitchen table, a tub of vanilla ice cream in front of you, with a spoon in one hand and a pickle in the other. He watches carefully as you scoop some ice cream on your spoon and put it in your mouth before taking a bite from the pickle.
“Is that supposed to taste good?” He asks sceptically. He’s trying not to pull a face, but just the thought of eating that has shivers running down his back.
“Oh my gosh, so good.” You practically moan, and Tom has to close his eyes for a moment. Pickles and vanilla ice cream. Unbelievable.
❀•°❀°•❀
“Are you nervous?” Tom asks as the two of you enter the doctor’s office. It’s the day of your 20-week scan, and you’re going to find out the sex of your baby. You discussed whether you wanted to find out or let it be a surprise, but both of you agreed that the baby itself was enough of a surprise. You want to know what you’re having. Plus, your mum’s been eager to find out so she can start buying stuff for the baby. Even though you told her that no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, you won’t be dressing them in just pink or blue.
“A little, but mostly excited.” You smile at him, and he takes your hand to give it a squeeze. “I just hope everything is okay.” You place your free hand on your bump. It’s grown quite a bit in the past few weeks, and you can’t really hide the fact that you’re pregnant anymore.
“I’m sure it is.” Tom smiles.
You’re called into the ultrasound room, and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach going wild.
During the check-up, your doctor tells you that the baby is healthy and growing as expected. And then you get to hear the heartbeat for the first time. It might be the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. When you look at Tom, he’s got tears in his eyes, but he’s smiling widely. Your smile mirrors his, and you tighten your grip on his hand. He reaches for your face and wipes your tears away with his thumb.
The doctor gives you a few moments and prints out some pictures for you to take home.
“You want to find out if it's a boy or a girl?” She asks, and both you and Tom nod eagerly.
“Yes, please.”
Tom places a kiss on the back of your hand as you both look at the doctor expectantly.
“You’re having a girl!” She says, causing Tom to raise his fist in victory.
“Yes!” He exclaims, making you chuckle. He’s mentioned before that he’s hoping it’s a girl. Both of you would’ve been fine either way, but he wanted a little princess he could spoil. You’ve got a feeling that he would’ve spoiled a boy the same, though. You’re going to have to make sure he isn’t too lenient with her in the future. Tom seems to be the type of dad who can’t say no to his kids.
You stop yourself from thinking too far into the future, though. You’re not sure where you and Tom stand, if you’re going to end up together or if you’re going to be co-parents for your little girl. You’re just grateful that he’s here with you now, that you’re not going through all of this alone and that he does everything in his power to make this pregnancy as comfortable as possible for you.
❀•°❀°•❀
“You’re still up?” Tom asks as he takes off his jacket. He’s been at the pub with the boys while you spent the majority of the evening studying. It’s almost one in the morning, and you’re exhausted, but every time you try and get some sleep, the baby starts kicking as if she wants to become a professional football player in the future.
You rub your hand over your bump, “Baby won’t let me sleep.” You see Tom’s expression soften.
He comes over and wraps his arm around you. “Maybe you should go to bed. That might help.”
“You don’t think I’ve tried that?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, and your voice is a little harsher than you intended.
“I’m sorry.” Tom says softly. He’s been an angel, never taking your angry outbursts personal.
“I’m just so tired.” You whine and rest your head against his shoulder. “I just wanna sleep. But every time I lay down she starts kicking.”
Tom places his hand next to yours on your bump. “We talked about this baby girl. You need to let your mum get some rest.” He says in a mock stern way, and it makes you smile. You love it when he talks to the baby. And she loves it, too. “C’mon, mama bear. Let’s get you to bed.” He stands up and reaches his hands out for you, and helps you get up from the couch. The two of you make your way towards your bedroom and the thought of laying in your bed and staring at the ceiling for half of the night again makes you reluctant to even step foot into your room.
“Will you keep me company?” You ask, looking at Tom. He’s been sleeping on the couch for the past months, and while you do feel bad and you’re sure his back must be killing him, your bed is not big enough for two people. But maybe it’ll work for one night.
“Of course.” He pushes your bedding to the side so you can lay down and then climbs in next to you, pulling the blanket back in place. “Maybe we should get one of those pregnancy pillows. I read those help with sleeping.” He muses. It’s adorable how he is so invested in the pregnancy, always researching everything. Getting knocked up while still in uni wasn’t part of the plan, but you’re happy it happened with Tom.
“Yeah, maybe.” You close your eyes even though you know you won’t be able to fall asleep. “How was your night?”
“It was fun. Told the boys we’re having a girl. They’re stoked.” You can hear the smile on his face and open your eyes so you can see it, too. You love his smile.
“This is still so unreal, isn’t it?” You whisper, placing a hand on your belly. It’s been months, but sometimes you’re still shocked you’re having a baby.
“It is.” He nods. “But I’m glad I’m doing it with you.” His hand joins yours again, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt.
“Do you ever think about that night?” You ask him. You’ve never talked about it. Even though the reminder of it gets more prominent every day, neither of you has ever brought it up.
“I do.” He looks at you with a small smile.
“Did you ever regret it?” You’ve been wondering that for a long time. It wasn’t just a harmless one nightstand. Even without you ending up pregnant, he’s your best friend’s brother, and both of you hadn’t really been thinking straight that night.
“No.” You’re not sure because you can’t really see in the dim light of your bedroom, but it looks like Tom’s blushing. “It’s uh… It’s kind of something I’d been wanting to do for a while.” He pulls a face. You could only stare at him. “That sounds weird. What I’m saying is… You’ve always fascinated me, and I was too chicken to do anything about it. But then, for once in my life, the bottle was in my favour.” He huffs out a little laugh, but then he turns serious again, his eyes focused on his hand still resting on your belly.
“When I woke up the next morning I was kind of devastated you were gone. For a second I thought it had only been a dream.” He pauses for a moment. “I’d been hoping you’d let me take you out on a date. Maybe even for breakfast that morning. But you were gone.”
You couldn’t really comprehend what he was telling you. You never thought he’d be into you like that. Or at all. It was enough of a shock that he wanted to spend a night with you, let alone take you on a date.
“But you could’ve reached out to me or something.”
He looks at you as if to say, Really? “You couldn’t even look at me, Y/N. I thought you regretted the whole thing.”
“Not for a second.” You’re quick to say, placing your hand on top of his. “Okay… Maybe for a split second when I found out I was pregnant.” You admit with a sheepish smile
“But not anymore?” He tangles your fingers with his.
“Not anymore.” You look at each other for a long moment. “Even though baby isn’t allowing me to get some sleep.” Your attempt at breaking the tension works.
“She still thrashing around in there?”
You nod. “Maybe she want’s to be a breakdancer. She’s definitely got a lot of energy. Just like her daddy.”
An emotion passes through Tom’s eyes quickly, but you don’t get to decipher it because he’s moving, so he’s laying perpendicular to you, half his body not even on the bed anymore.
“Hey, baby girl. You need to calm down so Mummy can get some sleep, can you do that for me?”
It feels like a miracle, but the moment Tom starts talking to the baby, she actually calms down.
You run your hand through Tom’s soft curls. “I think it’s working. Just keep talking.”
“You like the sound of my voice, huh?” He asks, directed at your bump. “That’s good because you’re going to hear it a lot.” He looks at you, and you smile at him, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Mum is looking very sleepy right now. Do you think I can talk her to sleep? I’m sure I can think of some boring stories.”
That makes you huff out a laugh; even the most boring stories can be riveting when Tom tells them. He’s a great storyteller.
Tom starts to list off what he did all day, down to the most minute details. Somewhere after him explaining why he chose Earl Grey instead of Breakfast Tea this morning, you fall asleep.
“I think we did it, baby girl.” Tom whispers, afraid of waking you up again. “Mum’s asleep. But I’m gonna keep talking. Just to be safe. Maybe you’re asleep, too, and aren’t even listening anymore. That’s okay.” He smiles. Your hand is still loosely placed on the back of his neck. There’s no place he’d rather be right now.
❀
The next morning, Tom feels like an old man. He spent half the night kneeling next to the bed (apparently, talking yourself to sleep is also a thing) before he finally crawled into bed beside you at four in the morning. And now his knees and back are killing him. But then he looks at you, still peacefully sleeping next to him, and it’s all worth it.
Carefully, he peels the blankets off of himself and gets out of bed. Your conversation from the night before is still at the forefront of his mind, and even though he confessed that he wanted to take you out on a date back then, and you had insinuated that you would have liked it if he had reached out to you after that night, he’s still not completely sure where you stand. At least he knows you don’t regret anything.
He’s got an idea on how he might get some answers, though.
❀
You’re awoken by someone gently running their hand over your head. At first, you think you’re still dreaming, but then you open your eyes, and Tom is looking at you with a soft smile.
“Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?”
“Heavenly.” You let out a dreamy sigh, causing Tom to laugh.
“That’s good to hear.” He leans down and places a kiss on your forehead. “So I was thinking…” He starts, his face so close that your noses are almost touching. “You wanna grab breakfast with me?”
You feel warmth spread through your chest at the way he was looking at you, his wild curls framing his face in the most beautiful way. And he’s asking you out? Right now?
“Is this gonna be a date?” You raise one eyebrow, and Tom shrugs.
“If you want it to be.” He smiles, and you can see his freckles move over his face with the motion. It makes you melt. He makes you melt. You’d love to go on a date with him. But you’re not sure you’re feeling up to it right now. Yes, you did get a couple of hours of sleep. But you were still exhausted.
As if he could read your thoughts, he says, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to change clothes or walk very far.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grins at you.
“Huh?”
Tom stands up from your bed before helping you up, too. You’re not yet at the stage where you actually need help getting up, but you appreciate it anyway.
“C’mon.” He takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen, where he’s prepared the most elaborate breakfast you’d ever seen outside of a restaurant or hotel. There was tea and orange juice and all sorts of different kinds of bread and spreads. Pancakes and waffles. A full jar of pickles.
You look at Tom wide-eyed.
“I didn’t know what you’d be feeling like so I made a little bit of everything.” He smiles a little sheepishly. “There’s also vanilla ice cream in the freezer.”
You hadn’t been craving pickles and ice cream as much anymore, but it did happen every now and then, and you really appreciated Tom for thinking of it.
“This is… incredible. Thank you so much.” You wrap your arms around Tom, who reciprocates the hug immediately.
“Of course. Anything for you, darling.” He kisses your cheek. “And our baby girl of course. Who’s been so nice and let her mum sleep a little bit.” He grins as he places both his hands on your belly.
“All thanks to you.”
“What can I say, I love boring my girls to sleep.”
❀•°❀°•❀
December was a hectic month. All the holiday parties and gift shopping was already stressful as it is, but being pregnant made it even more stressful. But you got through the holiday season alright. You spent boxing day with Tom’s family, which you were a little nervous about, but everyone welcomed you with open arms. It felt a little weird to spend a holiday with them. Yes, you’re carrying their future granddaughter and niece, but you and Tom weren’t a couple. At least not officially. As much as you’d like that.
Tom’s been a sweetheart taking care of your every need, and you find yourself gravitating towards him more and more each day. It’s no secret that the two of you are attracted to each other; otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this situation, but neither of you is taking the final step.
You cuddle a lot, and Tom has now permanently moved into your bedroom, even though your bed is still too small. He says he wants to be close to you. But you haven’t kissed or anything. You’re in a weird limbo where you’re more than friends but not really a couple.
You’re sorting through all the presents you received from friends and family, a lot of stuff for the baby, when Tom enters the living room. He’s hiding something behind his back as he slowly walks towards you.
“I know we said no presents but… This one is mainly for our girl when she grows up. It’s not really finished yet, but I thought now’s a good time to give it to you.” He smiles at you softly, then hands you the present. It’s wrapped in red and green wrapping paper and looks like a book. When you unwrap it, you see that it is indeed a notebook. It’s leather-bound, and when you turn it in your hand, you can see that about half of it looks like it’s been written in already. You carefully open it. The first page is blank, but when you flip the page, you see the next page is filled with words in Tom’s handwriting.
“I started journaling.” Tom says, “I wrote everything down so I wouldn’t forget.” He smiles as you scan over the words on the page. He’s describing the day you told him you’re pregnant. How you spilt your tea and then just blurted it out. How shocked he was.
“And I thought it would be nice for our girl to have. So she knows that even though she’s a surprise, she’s loved and we couldn’t be happier to have her.”
At this point, tears are freely falling from your eyes, and you can’t even see the words on the page.
“I’d like to continue writing in it until it’s full. Jot down every little thing that happens, every milestone of hers. You can write in it to if you want I-“
He doesn’t get to continue because you surged forward and planted your lips on his. He makes a sound of surprise, but before he can properly react, you’ve already pulled away again. You bite your lip. That wasn’t really a conscious decision on your part. You’d just been so touched by his thoughtfulness you had no other way of coping with your emotions than kissing him.
“I’m sorry, that-“
This time it was his turn to interrupt you. He gently cups your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. “No need to be sorry, darling. You can kiss me anytime.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, the little crinkles by his eyes telling you he’s smiling even though you can’t see it because his face is so close to yours.
You close the small distance between you and kiss him again. This time longer. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pulls you closer to him, as close as you can get with the bump between you.
“I take it you like it?” He asks after you moved away to catch your breath. You’ve got one hand placed on the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheek.
“I love it. It’s so thoughtful… She’s gonna love it.” Tom’s face splits into the biggest smile as he gently tightens his arms around you.
“Happy Holidays, Y/N.”
•°❀°•
You and Tom spend New Year's Eve at home. You told him he could go out with the boys if he wanted to, but he insisted on staying at home. “There’s no way I’m leaving my very pregnant girl alone at home on New Year's Eve. Besides, I’d miss you too much.” He’d said, and it melted your heart. So now you’re both cuddled up on the sofa, watching TV while Tom has his laptop up with a countdown to midnight.
“Is it lame that I can’t wait for it to be midnight so I can go to bed?” You ask, your head resting on Tom’s shoulder as you focus on the countdown. Only a few minutes left. You paused the show you were watching after the last episode was over, so now you’re just sitting there, staring at the clock while Tom holds your hand in his, playing with your fingers.
“I don’t think it’s lame. Honestly, I’m looking forward to joining you.” He grins at you, and you roll your eyes.
“Of course you are.”
He places a kiss on the top of your head and gives your hand a squeeze. “I love falling asleep with you, okay? And waking up with you for that matter.”
You lift your head from his shoulder to give him a kiss, but he pulls away before your lips can touch his. You look at him, confused.
But then you hear a mechanical voice from Tom’s laptop start counting down from ten.
Your eyes are locked on Tom’s for the whole ten seconds, and then it’s midnight, and Tom finally kisses you.
“Happy New Year, darling.” He whispers against your lips.
“Happy New Year, Tom.”
“It’s gonna be a good one, I know it.” He places his hand on your belly. “Happy New Year, baby girl. We can’t wait to meet you.” He says, directed at your bump, and you run your hand through his curls, fighting tears. Tom looks back at you and smiles, giving you another soft kiss. “It’s gonna be tough, but we’ll get through this. And I’m so glad I get to do it with you, Y/N.”
“I’m glad I get to do it with you, too.” You say and pull him into another kiss.
❀•°❀°•❀
“Are you sure?” Tom asks, his brows furrowed in concern. “We don’t have to go.”
“It’s your brothers’, and my best friend’s, birthday, Tom. Of course we’re going.” You say, a stubborn edge to your voice.
Your due date is ten days away, and Tom has been on edge since the beginning of the month.
“The baby could come any minute now.” He says for about the millionth time in the past three days. It’s starting to annoy you. Okay, it’s annoying the crap out of you.
“Tom.” You grunt as you try to put on your shoes, but you’re not able to do that without his help. He immediately crouches down on the floor and helps you.
“I’m just saying.” He murmurs. “Okay, compromise.” He looks up while tying your shoes. “We go, but we’ll take the hospital bag and as soon as you feel anything even contraction adjacent, we leave.”
“Fine.”
You don’t wanna snap at Tom, but your back’s been killing you, and you just wanna have a good time celebrating your friends’ birthday. You know a stressful time is ahead of you, and you’re kind of seeing this as a last hoorah.
Not that you think your life is over once the baby is born, but it’s gonna be a lot of work for a while.
“I’m sorry. I’m being mean for no reason.” You admit when Tom is standing in front of you again. “I’m just a little anxious and my back hurts and-“
“I understand.” Tom smiles and gives you a kiss. He’s the best.
“How can you be so calm? I mean besides you telling me the baby could arrive any second now.” You can’t help but smirk.
“Oh, I’m not calm at all.” He admits. “I’m freaking the fuck out inside. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible. And planning and preparing stuff helps.” He shrugs his shoulders. Who would’ve thought that Tom, known for his chaotic energy, would ever say something like that?
And he’s been taking the whole planning part very seriously. He’s a couple months away from graduating, and he’s already planned out the next two years of his life. Well, your life, too, in a way.
You’ll stay in your flat when the baby is born. You’ve already cleared a corner of your bedroom for her. And then, once Tom finishes uni, he wants to look for a job that’s not too far away from campus so that the three of you can move into a bigger flat where the baby can have her own room.
“You’re gonna be a great dad.” You smile at him, and you can feel the pride radiating off of him at your words.
“And you’re going to be an amazing mum.”
❀
He takes your hand and leads you towards the front door, where he picks up the hospital bag. The bag’s been packed for weeks after Tom read something about a couple that hadn’t had their bag ready, and the father of the baby had no idea what to pack. Better safe than sorry. Tom had said. At least he didn’t make you carry it around everywhere.
The twins were having a small get together for breakfast at the house, just for their closest friends and family. The big party was tonight, which you and Tom would not be attending. You told him he could go, but of course, Tom was too scared you’d go into labour while he’s not there. You found it endearing. Yes, you felt bad that he missed quite a few events he would’ve gone to if it wasn’t for the baby, but you know that he wanted to be there for you; he didn’t stay home because he felt like he had to.
After breakfast, you lay down on the couch. The smallest activities are draining your energy these days.
“How are you feeling?” Harry asks as he sits down next to you.
You open one eye to look at him. “I’m hanging in there.” You laugh, “But to be honest, I can’t wait for her to finally be here. I’m so over this whole pregnancy thing.”
“Yeah? You ready for the whole parenting thing, though?”
You think about that for a moment. While you don’t fully know what to expect, you have a feeling that you’re ready. Or at least as ready as you can be. You run your hand over your belly.
“I think so, yeah.”
Harry smiles at you, “You and Tom are gonna be great parents. And I’m gonna be the favourite uncle, of course.”
“Obviously.” You roll your eyes with a smile. You’re beyond glad that you and Tom being together and having a baby isn’t weird for Harry or any of the other boys. Everything was sudden and unexpected, but it didn’t really change the group’s dynamic.
It’s a little weird to think that soon you’ll have to take care of a tiny human. You’re going to be a mother. You had nine months to get used to the idea, but it still feels unreal.
“Darling? Mum and Dad are leaving now, and they offered to give us a lift. You wanna go home?” Tom enters the living room, and for a moment, you just stare at him. He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.
“You guys are so cute it’s disgusting.” Harry laughs, snapping you out of your thoughts. You furrow your eyebrows. You hadn’t been doing anything? “The way you look at each other is enough.” Harry elaborates.
You turn to look at Tom again. He’s trying to hide his smile but failing, his cheeks a little red.
“Let’s go home.” You nod and hold up your arms. Both Harry and Tom help you stand. Once up, you have to take a moment to breathe. Tom’s holding you around the waist, while his other hand is holding yours.
“Okay?” He asks, you can hear the worry in his voice. He’s told you time and time again how much he’d give to take your pain away. But sadly, that’s not how it works.
The back pain is not letting up, and you squeeze Tom’s hand tightly, shaking your head. You try to breathe through the pain, and then finally, it’s better. You stand up fully.
“Okay, it’s better.”
Tom looks at you sceptically. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, let’s just-“ And then you feel it, the slow trickling of fluid. You look at Tom with wide eyes. “Either I peed myself or my water just broke.” You whisper, sending both Harry and Tom into a panic. The first thing Harry does is call for his mum.
Nikki quickly enters the living room and takes in the scene.
“Mum what are we supposed to do?” Harry asks, flailing his hands. You’d laugh if you weren’t so overwhelmed. You can barely pay attention to what is said, but Nikki leaves to get a towel and then Tom helps you sit down again. Tom joins you on the sofa, rubs your back and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
“We need to call the midwife.” You tell Tom, and he nods, pulling out his phone. He puts it on speaker, and after you tell the midwife everything you’ve been feeling and experiencing lately and that you think your water broke. She tells you that you should get to the hospital just in case.
“See, good thing we brought the bag.”
❀
It turns out that what you experienced was indeed your water breaking, so now you’re in active labour. The contractions are coming in quicker successions and are getting more and more painful. Maybe you curse out Tom a few times. Maybe more than a few times. But he keeps praising you and telling you how amazing you’re doing, and reminding you that you’ll get to meet your baby girl soon.
And then you hear her cry out for the first time, and you know that all of that pain was worth it. You’re crying when the doctor gently places your daughter in your arms, and you can’t stop looking at her. She’s the most beautiful creature.
When you look up at Tom, he’s also got tears in his eyes. He leans down to give you a kiss. “Good job, mama.”
After a while, you hand her over to Tom, and he carefully takes her, making sure to support her head like the midwife has taught the both of you. He’s staring down at her with wonder in his eyes. You can’t blame him.
“Hi gorgeous… Hi Dodie.” He whispers, and she makes a little noise at the sound of his voice. “I love you so much.” He places a kiss on the top of her head.
This is one of those moments you know you’ll cherish forever.
It takes a while before Tom can bring himself to hand her back to you, but she’s getting a little whiney with hunger. Once she’s securely back in your arms Tom leaves to let your friends and family, who are in the waiting room, know that both you and the baby are happy and healthy, and by the time he gets back, you’re both asleep. He takes a quick picture, then settles into a chair by your bed, his eyes fixed on the two of you.
❀
“I can’t believe we have another Valentine’s Day baby in the family.” Nikki says as she holds your girl in her arms.
“It’s a privilege that only the coolest people share.” Harry boasts, making all of you laugh.
“You know, I can’t argue with that.” You shrug your shoulders.
“I’d argue that our baby is much cooler than you.” Tom points out. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hand as his family gushes over Dodie. Your parents had been here early in the morning, and both of them were immediately smitten with the little girl.
“She’s a baby. You can’t possibly know that.” Harry crosses his arms.
“She’s our baby. Of course she’s the coolest.” You say, earning yourself a kiss on the top of your head from Tom.
“Fair enough.” Harry sighs, “She’s definitely the cutest.”
When everyone leaves, and it’s just the three of you again, you feel exhausted, but you can’t take your eyes off your daughter.
“I always thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever see.” Tom says, “But she’s just… On a whole new level.” He smiles at you before taking Dodie’s tiny fist and giving it a kiss. Her small mouth opens in a yawn, then she’s pouting again. Her chubby cheeks are so soft you could kiss them all day long.
“Same.” The two of you smile at each other, and then Tom leans in to give you a soft kiss.
“I love you.” You whisper, he’s still so close that your lips touch his with every word, and you’re not certain he heard you until you can feel him smile before leaning in for another kiss.
“I love you, too, Y/N.” He says, his eyes sparkling. Dodie makes a noise as if noticing that this is quite an important moment, and both of you look at her in your arms. “Both of you,” Tom adds. “So much.” He gently runs his fingers over her head.
You lean your head against his shoulder.
“The next few months are going to be hard. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Maybe all of this didn’t happen in the right order or at the perfect time. But it’s perfect the way it is.”
“You’re not a little sad that you can’t live the careless life as a uni student anymore?” You’re mostly teasing, but there is still a little doubt in your mind.
“Y/N.” Tom turns to look at you, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m serious. Yes, I may have been a bit careless in the past, and it was fun. But I don’t want that for the rest of my life. I don’t need to party every weekend or get stupid drunk all the time. I don’t even want to, really. You two are all I’ll ever need. We’re a family now, and I want to take care of you and Dodie. I wanna watch her grow up, teach her things. I want to show her how loved she is every single day. And I want to do all of that with you by my side.”
He pauses for a moment, but you’re speechless. You have tears in your eyes again.
The corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile, “That sounded an awful lot like a proposal.” He laughs. “But I think we should take it one step at a time. First, the baby, then, finishing uni and then maybe, if you want to, marriage.”
A laugh bursts out of you. “Because that’s the natural progression of things.”
“Maybe it’s not the usual way things go. But it’s our way.”
“And it’s perfect.” You repeat what he said earlier.
“She won’t disappear just because you’re a second away.”
“I know that.” Tom grumps out, it’s always that nasty feeling on the tip of the tongue when he feels as if admitting there’s more to a shelled man than he lets on. He’s stuck like the filthy gum glued to the shoe with her and he can’t help but feel at fault that everything is shit. There doesn’t seem a way outta that painful nibbling feeling that pulls at him to the depths of non-existing sentiments for her when the doctor points out his fondness, leading to attachment.
It’s irritating.
He has nothing figured out and it drives him up the wall. His fists curl up so tight the knuckles turn the shade of white and he feels how anger pulses through his veins as his whole essence just itches to let it out.
“Where’s Bader?”
Tom suddenly asks, forgetting where the young doctor was heading with the conversation.
“I don’t think beating the guy to a pulp would be wise of you this instant.”
or
Tom is clueless why his heart is so jumpy as non-existing feelings pull him to Y/N.
iv.
“I need a favour.”
“I feel like I’m a little bit too drunk for that.”
Tom sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and briefly closes his eyes. The cold bites his bare hands as the harsh winds sweep through his jacket. He paces back and forth in the backyard of his home as dark skies above him cover the night’s blank stars.
The sun is starting to set. What a chaotic day Tom would say, not that it was unusual for him, just… perhaps different in a way that made his heart stir. The days are short now, everything gets darker and darker; some curse it, some find joy in it. Tom is of those who aren’t bothered by the dimness of the night, finding peace within it rather than only seeing chaos among the lack of rays when the sun is set.
Consider him a fool or just a random guy who seeks comfort in the dark.
“It’s hurried.” There is a hint of annoyance in his voice as he speaks to the man over the phone. He wouldn’t push if it wasn’t that hurried.
He hears distant laughter, chatters of strangers in the background, and then the door opening and closing until eventually, all the voices fade away in the far distance. It’s not hard to guess where his best mate is; the bar music far too familiar to his ears.
“But it’s my day off today- ow! What was that for?” Harrison whines as his companion, Tom assumes, swats him on the arm.
“Sup, Boss!” He hears Maliza greet him. “Whatcha need?”
In different circumstances, Tom would laugh, chuckle at them but his thoughts are way too busy to let him slack off, pushing him to the edge, to the limits he doesn’t have. He knows he has given them a day off but this is more important. He wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t so urgent. “There is an unconscious body and I need you to take care of it.” He is blunt, but there’s nothing to hide. Though his words are hushed, they are careful of the people who might hear. You never know who is listening; you never know whom not to trust.
Yet Harrison and Maliza are some of the most trustworthy people Tom knows. His neighbourhood, where he stayed occasionally, is rather quiet too. People around here were simple. Simple, large or medium families were just living and minding their own business. That old couple just around the corner. That old elderly lady with her sick daughter just down Smith’s street. Some aunties and uncles, and that mailman, never scared of the old couple’s dog. The neighbourhood is certainly tranquil.
Maybe the tranquil that lured him here, that what it was.
A few years back he met Maliza through Harrison whom he knew his whole life. She saved his best mate from the very, oh-so-terrifying flu. That day Harrison was smitten with the doctor in white, and the hospital’s door never stopped opening that week. Harrison just kept coming back. Then it turned out she perfectly handles a rifle, and to this day she’s one of the best of Tom’s people.
When Tom looks at the couple, every time something stirs within his ribcage, it fastens his heartbeat. It’s odd, the feeling so unfamiliar it adds to the goosebumps already over his skin when the couple holds hands or Maliza wraps the ribbed scarf around Harrison’s bare neck when the harsh winds sweep under their coats. What was that nonsense that forced his blood to pulse more rapidly if this all was bullock? Jealous was a bitter word Tom refused to use. In other words, Maliza wasn’t his type and he knew Harrison ever since they were in diapers. He simply was not interested in what they did behind closed doors, but perhaps jealousy did play a part in making his heart pound faster.
Something ached he didn’t know could even hurt. Envy of a feeling that wasn’t his to own left a wicked twist inside his bones.
They completed each other, and Tom only was half of a heart.
“You want what now?” The male gasps and drags Tom out of his misery thoughts.
The misty cloud of tiny droplets of water appears before the very man who drags the words out his throat. “It’s complicated.”
But it really isn’t that much, to be honest.
“It’s that Bader guy, isn’t it?” Maliza intervenes, proving just that. Clearly, she’s the sober one here, having connected the dots quickly.
He nods. He knows they can’t see it. “Yeah,” so he adds, providing a short but clear response, displaying no other sign of wishing on continuing further. “I’ll send the address.”
“Got it, Boss,” Maliza answers for both, calling him the nickname once more that she had given him all these years back when they stormed in that abandoned fabric.
“And.” Tom purses his lips. “I need you to stop by and check in on her. And maybe grab some of her clothes too. Warmer ones if you might.” Tom says. He kicks the dirty, frost-bound ground, the same ground beneath him that was more sturdy than his heart. Hilarious how one name can make a man like him fidget like a teenager in love.
But the days are getting colder and the frost - like the fine artist it is - carves the shapes of leaves and petals on its own chosen sheet in early mornings, traces the edges- and Tom (along with many others) will have to scrape off the ice of his windshields because he doesn’t have a garage. The shortage of time in daylight will convert the lifeless autumn trees into Christmas decorations, lining up forgotten alleys and avenues with lights and carols. The spirits will awaken and Tom…
Tom is just done with that time of year.
“Yeah. No.” Harrison hiccups on the phone. “I don’t want to lose my hand just because I went through your love life’s underwear drawer.”
But Tom would never.
“Harrison.”
He wouldn’t.
“To-Am.” He hiccups.
Right?
“Fine.” He knows Tom would never. “Just know it’s Maliza’s hand.” But he takes a necessary precaution; being drunk that is.
Tom hears the sound of a car unlocking. He guesses Maliza’s driving and he hangs up the phone without saying anything further. His fingers are red, hands insensitive to the bitter cold, but he struggles to type the message.
-
She didn’t want to talk to him, Tom admitted that through clenched teeth a couple of hours ago when he tried to open the door. Which was locked. Which she locked after the incident. Which was locked because he was deemed unreliable. Which ended up bothering him quite a great deal.
He even made her a sandwich.
And he let that Bader guy punch him for being an arse, for having let the emotions get the better of him. Tom was an impatient man as much as he was possessive, and sometimes these features never got along. She wasn’t his and neither is she now. But a part of him wished so if he was truthful with himself. That day when he accompanied her, he thought he felt something stir in his heart, a feeling he had never once believed to be true. But after all their encounters and those lightsome banters in between, and after seeing her stare at the moon like it was the sun after late-night shifts at the cafe of Ben’s, Tom felt attached like a child needy for a toy. His primitive beliefs came crashing down, they collapsed to his feet like steadfast soldiers falling for their country. Didn’t matter how much he tried to fight them, those bastard sentiments for her; they blinded his vision, tricked his mind and bound his will, but they got to his heart.
She got to his heart.
That’s how much of a fool he was.
Tom winces at the faint bruising on his cheek as the water hits his face; he tries to wash the day’s heaviness and burdens under the cooling water, splashing it all over his face. Bader did pack a hefty punch and Tom could clearly feel it now, he also isn’t ashamed to admit it. Sheer power didn’t correlate to how much force one could wield, but rather the ability to see one’s faults that come within it. Back then it didn’t matter how much the blow hurt, his feelings were overcoming him; it only made him stay alert.
The bruising on his cheek is reddish now, indicating it’s fresh as the skin under his eye throbs, tender to the touch.
But somewhat the blow doesn’t feel enough. The pain he feels absorbing his cheek doesn’t compare to the weightiness of the heart as sourly he wishes it would. He cleans his face with a towel, careful around his bruised cheek and when he walks out of the bathroom, Tom’s gaze instantly falls on the locked door to his room, where Y/N is.
His body aches to turn around and knock, maybe his heart even cries for him to write a cheesy letter and slip it under the door just for her to read how past hope he is to earn her forgiveness, like in the sappy movies he would never watch. But his muscles resist as his glance catches a glimpse of the sandwich he previously made. Tom’s too arrogant and proud.
He remembers they would bicker about this personality trait of his, too.
“Being arrogant won’t get you anywhere, you know.”
“Would you look at that now,” Tom answers her, smugly raising an eyebrow. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
“This is different.”
“How come?” The brunette challenges, speeding up his steps to pass the girl. He stops right before so suddenly she halts in her footing and almost trips over her feet as they tangle together to stop her from bumping into his chest. He cockily smirks.
“You simply obsess over me.” He hears her say after a heartbeat of silence and chuckles, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Look who is being cocky now.”
“Not at all. You love being talked about. And this just proves my point I just stroked your ego.” The girl emphasises, knowingly bumping his shoulder as she then passes him. “You think you’re mighty because strangely people fear this short man. You put on this false charm, but beneath it exists some cruelty. And arrogantly you think I will swoon over you like those past girls because you’ve decided to give a poor girl her 15 minutes of fame. I’m not going to fall for that.”
It was one of their first encounters together.
It was during one of those many late-night shifts he would accompany her on later in the future. But that night she left him speechless. She perhaps did stroke his ego if not actually damaged it more. They barely knew each other back then; that night was just a couple of weeks after they first met, and Tom would admit, he did embarrassingly torment the poor soul. Maybe not that drastically, but he did happen to be given coffee at all those same times, at that same cafe Y/N happened to work. AND surely during her work hours. He was truly an intrigued guy, indeed.
So, one night after he finished dealing with his work related-once-in-a-lifetime-not-involving-anything-filthy-kind-of-business in Ben’s cafe - paperwork, Jesus - the clock had been ticking past twelve, his coffee had been long consumed and the dirty cup had been already taken away by a tidying waitress (Y/N for that) ready to close, but Tom was already one jump ahead, resisting to leave. He had insisted on accompanying her to whatever-she-was-heading. He didn’t know back then and he had never been entirely too sure where to she was headed until eventually he had found himself actually on her good side and she’d told him.
Y/N intrigued him, she challenged him like nobody else did and he wouldn’t have it any other way around. In a sense, she saw right through him. She saw the things he wanted her to see and she saw more beyond what he wished she wouldn’t. But he had finally felt normal and nothing else had mattered after. She talked to him naturally without feeling on edge around him.
And yet, he failed to see through her, who she was coming home to.
So maybe, in the end, he was going to knock on those damn doors for the tenth time this day and MAYBE he wasn’t going to bolt the second his knuckles touch the surface and he doesn’t receive a response in a mere second. Maybe because he owed it to her. Because he really ought to for her.
Instead, a sharp knock on the front door scourged right through his heart.
Harrison
He really should stop getting distracted. One of those days it will get him killed.
Tom walks over to the entrance and slams the doors open. Ahead there’s Maliza with a bag of clothes next to the entrance and further on a barely steady Harrison metres away with his grasp tight on the fence.
“Hi, Boss.” The young woman greets.
He hardly nods her way, though, stepping aside to let her in. His eyes are on Harrison, warily observing over the mate, and then glances back at her.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s just had one too many. Tried to make his way to the porch, but… yeah. You know.” She awkwardly chuckles and places the bag of clothes on the ground. The girl turns to Tom, tilting her head. She’s inspecting him too, though they both know (and Harrison, too) she isn’t much of a detective.
He half smiles, knowing. “Yeah.” His smile is half sincere.
“Suuuuup, mate!” He hears Harrison slur. The man waves drunkenly at Tom and almost trips over his feet at the sudden and forgotten gravity, pulling on his arm. Tom instantly moves forward to the doorway but halts in his steps midair as if something was holding him.
Y/N
The man frowns, complicated.
“You should help him to the car before he breaks his neck.” Maliza interrupts, sensing his hesitation. “I’ve got her.” She warmly grins, showing off her portable bag stuffed with medicine.
“She doesn’t really talk to me,” Tom admits.
It’s kind of pathetic actually. He’s displaying his emotions, opening up about such a tragedy like not being able to enter his room, his OWN room and it’s mildly annoying that he’s fussing about this girl who’s upset with him. And he still hasn’t figured out why this bothers him so damn much.
“She’s just scared.” Maliza offers. “I know I’m not the doctor of that speciality, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how traumatic it must have been for her.”
Tom huffs. “You don’t say.”
“I always say.” She smiles, never taking him to heart. “And always scramble all those prescriptions.”
Tom stays silent. His gaze is distant and this is just complicated beyond him or checking over Harrison.
The girl sighs, seeing he’s bestowed to the ground like a solid pillar. “What I’m saying is get some fresh air while I check in on her. She won’t disappear just because you’re a second away.”
“I know that.” Tom grumps out, it’s always that nasty feeling on the tip of the tongue when he feels as if admitting there’s more to a shelled man than he lets on. He’s stuck like the filthy gum glued to the shoe with her and he can’t help but be at fault that everything is chaos. There doesn’t seem a way outta that painful nibbling feeling that pulls at him to the depths of non-existing sentiments for her when the doctor points out his fondness, leading to attachment.
It’s irritating.
He has nothing figured out and it drives him up the wall. His fists curl up so tight the knuckles turn the shade of white and he feels how anger pulses through his veins as his whole essence just itches to let it out. “Where’s Bader?”
Tom suddenly asks, forgetting where the young doctor was heading with the conversation.
“I don’t think beating the guy to a pulp would be wise of you this instant.”
Tom whips around and glares. In a way, he feels infuriated that she dares to speak such things when knowing nothing of it. That man signed his death wish the moment Tom saw him lay his hand on her and harm her. “You know what he did to her?” He snaps as if she cannot understand and the words she spits are poison. “Do you even imagine?”
She only shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t.” She says it softly because she truly cannot picture fully the caused pain she hasn’t gone through, but it doesn’t mean it’s the lack of sympathy Tom accuses she’s showing. Her heart forever stings, perhaps this is why she’s a goddamn doctor or why Tom’s ways of handling certain matters seem justified to her. Because neglecting a problem isn’t the same as solving it. “But do you think coming back to her with bloody knuckles is gonna make things better? Make her feel less scared?” She hisses in a whisper, firmly standing her ground and keeping her voice unwavering. Her hand ripples through the air as she abruptly waves her finger in his and outdoor direction.
She breathes a heavy breath when Tom’s silent. “Doesn’t matter.” She speaks, straightening herself up. “He’s not here. Sam’s got him. Haz was in no state to handle his own body, let alone another man’s.”
“Fine.”
Tom storms out the instant as the door slams with a thud.
-
When Maliza calms down and walks over to Tom’s room, nobody greets her when she knocks. The dead silence she is met with is deafening as she awaits. She tries again with a few more knocks, thumping on the door with the back of her hand and with a sigh at the back of her throat.
“Hi,” she tries again. This time introducing. “I’m Maliza. Just like Melissa but with an a… I’m Bo- Tom’s friend. I’m a doctor.” She shifts on her feet, her sentences distant from each other as she’s trying to figure out the words. “He’s worried about you. And you know Tom, he can be very persistent when it comes to the things he wants. I’m here to check up on you.”
By the end of the sentence, Maliza thinks nobody will open the door, no more words float her tongue and she slightly begins to panic at the stillness. Her hand hovers over the door for a second more to knock, but thanks God, there’s no need and she feels a huge rock roll off her chest. She hears the lock pop, and the door slowly opens.
She’s startled at first. One, this is the first time she’s seeing the myth of Harrison’s bragging about why Tom “is truly smitten”. At some point until Tom’s call, she had even begun doubting something she had never seen or heard. And two, the girl’s indisputably gorgeous. Even behind the puffy eyes and hollowness shining in them either from exhaustion or distress which the doctor cannot distinguish between, Y/N looks beautiful.
Maliza sees her cheeks sunken and pallid and senses her tension and she too grows wary at the stability of the girl’s physical state. Sorofly, she looks unhealthy. Unhealthy to the point of collapsing whenever.
Y/N heavily leans on the door, nervously gripping the edges as if she cannot support her own weight when her injured foot touches the ground. She keeps it raised the whole time and there’s no doubt she hides the grimaces of pain.
“Hey,” the girl greets back after a heartbeat of silence.
Maliza is suddenly back in the room when the hoarse whisper harshly pulls her back from observing the girl like a sharp needle, picking at her skin. Her pupils constrict, concentrating over again and she rushes over to Y/N.
“Here, let me help you.” She says.
“I’m okay.”
Her movements are swift when she storms to Y/N’s side, ignoring the girl’s denial of help and her own heavy steps. She curls one arm around the girl’s waist to aid her walk to the bed. She doesn’t push the pace bigger than Y/N could manage and patiently awaits for the girl to adjust, adapting herself to the girl’s footing when she feels Y/N trusting her weight onto her body.
Maliza was sure her touch couldn’t be gentler, only tightening around Y/N’s waist the few times the girl swayed or lost her footing so that they both wouldn’t go tumbling to the ground. But all those times, Maliza could swear she heard a hitch of breath or felt an uncomfortable shift away from tightening grip.
But she remained silent.
The mattress dips as Maliza gently helps Y/N get comfy on the bed and then takes a seat next to her. The girl mutters a thank you but after that, it’s just silence. The stillness is awful. Y/N doesn’t look at her, she doesn’t even pay her any attention. Her shoulders look like the world’s burdens were dropped onto her and everything that was never ever hers was left for her to carry.
When Tom called and she and Harrison were in the bar, the gravity in his voice was far from anything astonishing. Tom always sounded important when things got heavy. It was as if he was suited for giving commands. But today the urgency under the words felt strained and Tom rarely got strained.
“Are you in pain?” Maliza suddenly asks, searching for her eyes which she doesn’t find.
Y/N stills. Her eyes wander everywhere but, “Uh… no,” she shakes her head, frowning a little as if trying to concentrate on feeling any type of pain. “Only when I move my leg.” She answers honestly. It’s better than lying.
Maliza nods. “Might I have a look?”
“Yeah.”
Maliza makes sure to be gentle now too. Her touch is light as she unwraps the neat binding Tom did little by little, trying to be as careful as not to graze the swollen area unnecessarily. She’s quite proud of him as well. She admits, Tom did a pretty good job at bandaging Y/N’s foot. Although, the doctor will never say it out loud. He’s cocky as is.
The skin underneath the binding is harshly swollen and bruised, the bluish and purplish colours over the sprain site mark the torn ligaments. Maliza’s touch feels cool against the bruised area and Y/N almost wants to shrink away at the uncomfortable, almost painful feeling as the doctor slowly examines the damage, gently pressing over certain areas harder than over others. But when Maliza suddenly tilts the ankle to the side, Y/N recoils from her touch like burned.
“Sorry,” the doctor grimaces apologetically. “I just have to examine it.”
The girl nods, relaxing a little. “It’s okay.” She breathes out and stretches out her leg fully again, entrusting. “It’s just… The pain is quite sharp.”
“Yeah,” Maliza agrees, taking her ankle into her grasp once more. She gently gestures over the sprain site under the bone. “See this?”
The girl bows her head a little.
“It means that one or more ligaments in the lateral ligament complex are sprained. It’s actually quite common and usually happens from an accidental twist or turn of the foot. Which also explains the swelling and the limited movement of your ankle.” She explains, lifting her gaze upon the girl. “But I won’t bore you with the aggravating names.”
Maliza laughs quietly, gently lowering Y/N’s foot on the bed. She quickly grabs her portable bag stuffed with medicine that was thrown to the ground at the beginning and she digs through it, searching for a small tube in the mess within it. She grins as she grasps it. “This should help with the swelling and pain. Other than that, rest, ice or compression will be fine too.”
“Most importantly, don’t stress your ankle until the pain and swelling subside. Which means, limited walking, exercises or any other activity which puts pressure on your ankle or it could lead to potential damage. For now, I’m going to apply some gel to ease the pain, it will provide a cooling sensation, so just you know.”
The gel is cold against the bruised area as Maliza spreads it over the tender skin as Y/N feels the cooling sensation tingling over pain. This time she finds comfort within it. Maliza compresses the ankle with the elastic bandage after. She’s way quicker than Tom ever was.
She looks at the doctor and for the first time this whole evening, she truly gets a look at her.
She pictured Maliza just like that. Dark brown hair shaped the young doctor’s face; the wavy bangs covered the softness of her round eyes which Y/N felt could stare right into the depths of the soul. Freckles faintly dotted her cheeks, but she thought it only added to the childishness of her looks, while the blue button-up shirt and the skinny white jeans added to the profession she had chosen.
She really did look like a doctor.
Maybe in another lifetime she and Maliza were friends. She hoped they were.
“Tom cares about you.”
The four words break the silence and Y/N’s breathing stills just that instance. She longs for her to continue, to complete her thought. She craves the connection and comfort of words. But what if the sentence screams a but after the sweet beginning and the girl hesitates to listen forward. She grew attached, attached to the gentleness and need of love as now she had felt the taste of the forbidden fruit. She yearns for those words to get closer, but denies now her already aching heart the vulnerability to open like the flower to the burning sun.
But Maliza continues, nevertheless her hurting heart. And she still listens to every word carefully.
“I don’t know what happened between you both and it’s not my place to pry, and by no means I’m trying to justify his actions… which can be unexplainable sometimes. Or whatever he did… But I meant it when I said he was… is really worried about you.”
And she takes these words cautiously too.
“Just don’t tell him that I told you that.” The young doctor tries to laugh away the seriousness. “He has this tough guy’s reputation in his head.”
What she said wasn’t partially a lie. In a way, Tom did need to maintain this tough guy’s reputation, but it didn’t quite come from shielding his emotions. Quite the opposite, to tell the truth. In a sense, he had to maintain the authority to keep order, and Maliza knew, she’s seen there was no one better than Tom when it comes to leadership. But he didn’t build relationships, only when it was mutually beneficial or required. It was a flaw he entrusted to his closest allies.
Y/N tries not to let her heart stutter at this fuzzy nibbling feeling, but it just wraps around her heart and makes it hammer. She won’t tell, she wouldn’t. But she considers whether this was said in case she did admit to him she saw him soft and maybe just in case for her to be prepared and denied if she ever spilt the beans to him. After all, Maliza’s tone was light and blithe, open to interpretation, to her heart… but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t say, and final.
But she doesn’t need to say anything else, wonder whether he actually regrets it. Because speak of the devil… and he says plenty. And maybe her heart flutters the second time in one heartbeat, but she’s too hurt and he’s confusing.
“How’s her leg?”
Tom’s voice booms across the room and startles them both. Neither of the girls had noticed when the devil himself came into the picture and stood in the doorway with his arms folded across the chest. If he’d heard anything, he never mentions it.
Maliza feels like the question was never meant for her and he foolishly mixed the pronouns as his eyes don’t even glance the doctor’s way. Tom never takes his eyes off the tensed girl, but it’s far from the sharp gaze Maliza’s used to seeing in his eyes when he’s serious.
“She has a mild sprain.” The doctor answers and she swears Tom’s gaze hardens the instant his eyes land on her. His sudden change almost makes her eyes roll at the hopeless man. He’s head over heels and it shows. “Shouldn’t take more than two weeks to heal. The first days are always the hardest, so make sure she gets well-rested and doesn’t stress her foot. Ice and compression are necessary to make the healing process quicker.”
Maliza explains what she thinks Tom already knows, but she says it more to reassure him than out of duty, to be honest. She gathers her stuff and stands up then, sensing her business is done here for the evening. Her gaze slips to Y/N and she grins; she’s really looking forward to meeting the girl once again.
“Here,” she withdraws a small card with a number. “You can call me whenever this guy gets annoying.”
“The guy’s right here.”
But neither of the girls responds; Maliza hands Y/N the card with her number and steps forward to the doorway. She gives one last wave, saying goodbye and exits the room.
“I'll see you off.” Tom states. He glances over at the girl who’s secretly observing and the sides of her cheeks taint over with a light shade of pink as he catches her eyes. She instantly averts her gaze. “I’ll be right back.”
Tom walks Maliza out and stops at the doorway, a little further. The evening is cool, it steals away the warmth of the home. Maliza can see the familiar figure fast asleep in the front seat of the car, the seat belt slung awkwardly over his shoulder. She doesn’t want to keep Harrison in the cold any longer (though, she and Tom both know he won’t remember a damn), but she quickly swirls around to face Tom.
“She’s a nice girl.”
Maliza shifts on her feet at the cold wind.
“I know.”
“She could really use a friend.” The statement is kindhearted, but it makes Tom’s heart clench. “It’s Christmas soon. You can’t just leave her be for the whole two weeks if you’re planning on making her stay. And I know you are. She’s lonely, Tom.”
“She can’t even look at me. How am I supposed to fill in her days with me if she doesn’t even want me around?”
“Maybe you should start with sorry.”
-
When Tom walks into his (his..? hers..? such a confusion) room, she hasn’t moved a bit. She’s fidgeting with her fingers when he halts in his step. The warm room light falls onto her hunched figure and shadows the tired features. She doesn’t face him nor try to acknowledge his presence, but he knows the tension followed into the room the moment he walked in. Her shoulders carry tautness, and he himself has jitters all of a sudden.
He yearns to see her eyes, but there’s dread of what he would see in them and it’s kind of crushing. Hence, Tom doesn’t walk closer nor sit on the bed next to her. He keeps his distance in hopes of seeing her loosen the tension.
“How are you feeling?” He asks and he genuinely means it. But to be fair, he doesn’t expect to be answered and he is not wrong. After a few moments, Tom continues. “I asked Maliza to bring some of your clothes here, so you could have something to change into. It’s not much, but we can always-”
“I want to go home.” She whispers out of a sudden. She doesn’t mean to interrupt, but his words are suffocating her. The girl never lets her eyes wander anywhere but the soft carpet and when she does look at him, she hugs herself, rubbing in a soothing motion her upper arm, because it feels like she’s sitting in the hot seat. Y/N blurts a desperate plea, but it’s despairing not for nothing.
What is her home, by any means?
She doesn’t want her clothes here, she doesn’t want Tom to go out and buy her some because it isn’t much. Y/N doesn’t want any of it and it just makes her sick. She wants to sleep in her own bed, in her own room and in her… in her and Matthew’s home.
She just wants to go home.
But this time, she is the one who’s met with silence.
-
it was a struggle to force myself to come back to this fic (it took months), even if i had some chapters planned in advance. it’s also a struggle to read my own works; there always seem to be flaws
nevertheless, i hope you enjoyed
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story summary: when your long time boyfriend breaks up with you and leaves you to find himself in Italy because you’re not spontaneous enough, you follow him to prove him wrong. Along the way you meet Tom , who recently went through a breakup himself, and might help you believe hate at first sight exists. Your trip trying to find your ex in small italian towns will become a desperate call for help, trying to help your new enemy get his relationship back by fake dating, sharing beds, getting lost and finding romance in dubious spots; all while falling in love with the country and the romance of it. Will your trip help you find your ex, yourself, your Romeo and Juliet story or finally lead you to Rome?
New series: fluff, smut, angst-ish (not really)
pairing: tom holland x writer!reader
tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, only one bed, road-trip, love triangle (or square), very rom com, idiots to lovers, oops-we-kissed, italian cliches from Hollywood
chapter summary: what leads to love and what leads to heartbreak?
word count: 3.7
playlists: Italian vibes | y/n's breakup
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What leads to love?
Falling in love comes easy. Very, very easily. No one really complains about the process of falling in love, though it’s different each time, there is a certain agreement that falling in love is overall a happy process.
Or rather than happy, it’s… simple.
Falling in love sometimes is magical. Sometimes it’s avoided. Sometimes it can be a storm.
But undeniably, it’s easy.
It’s like wine. Bitter, with some sweet notes.
Some people say the older it is, better. Love might turn better with time, into a more mature routine and more developed plans.
The young folks usually prefer a sweeter wine. It’s about… taste, really.
The real connoisseaurs might find disgrace in the cheap wine that people use to get drunk. Like one of those one night stands that might give you a headache the very next day. It’s the same, really.
Love can be described in many different ways. Currently, you decided wine was the very best explanation for it. Or at least how you were drowning it. Wine worked.
The circumstances surrounding might not be as pleasant, however, you can easily fall in love.
You can fall in love with a gentle laugh, a stupid comment and a genuine stare. Falling in love can come from an inside joke, a shared story or a listened to song.
Falling in love can come as a mistake. And making mistakes, well…
It’s easy. It just… comes in so easily and you can’t help it. Though it’s very complicated to describe.
Sometimes you can use colors. Other times you can use flowers. Or wine.
With him, though, how will you ever be able to describe what it felt like?
Was it strategized? Probably. From giving him certain type of smiles or making him like you for the dresses you wore. Pretending to love his favorite films or favorite songs. Learning the different conversations to be achieved through dinner with his friends.
But it was… inevitable. And you wouldn’t change it.
Per sempre, tutta la vita.
That’s what he used to say, he’d heard that phrase once, he never remembered from where, and his pronunciation had probably changed along the way and it was a mere memory of it now. But he had decided to use it all the time. It was for you.
‘Forever, all my life’.
With the promise that he’d love you forevermore. All his life. As long as you were aware of it, he was, undoubtedly, still alive.
How easy had it been to fall for that single phrase. Per sempre, tutta la vita.
Falling out of love, on the other hand, isn’t easy. And that’s something universally agreed upon.
It should’ve been as easy as losing that neck chain. Or forgetting the dialogue of a movie you haven’t watched in a while. It should be easy.
Yet it’s not.
Falling out of love is a forced activity when you’re broken up with. And that’s not easy. A breakup is never never easy. At least not if you’re the one being dumped. It’s like that one bitter cheap wine that you bought in a supermarket and made you sick and gave you a heartache. Falling out of love included the five stages of grief. And wine.
Refusing to fall out of love had probably led you to where you were by now. A plane.
Where you had a glass of wine in your hand and you were gripping to your hopes with the other one.
The conversation was playing over, and over, and over. Like a humorless joke that you can’t help but tell again and again.
“Really? Just like that?” You had asked, as you walked around the kitchen counter. Pouring a glass of wine as you continued cooking dinner for both of you, ignoring his suitcases by the door. “Just… years and years thrown out the window. All our plans--”
The music was still playing the background, the music you decided to play so you could dance while cooking, what you usually did, different plans tonight.
“Y/N, Y/N, I— it’s not. It’s not like that,” Miles followed you with his dark gaze, watching your pathetic excuse for dinner. “This is as hard for me as it is for you. Look, It’s not you, it’s—“
You could not believe it. “Please, do not dare to say that,” You begged, closing your eyes as you stopped stirring the sauce. “Don’t dare saying it, don’t say it’s not you, it's me. That’s what people say when it really is the other person.”
After years of your relationship, he was throwing it away. Just like that, by saying: ‘We need to break up’, which undoutebdly is one of the cheapest ways of breaking up with someone.
It’s useful, though. If it ain’t broke…
“Well, it is me, not you,” he cleared out and poured a wine for himself, thought he was breaking up with you and he’d already packed, this seemed calm enough.
You looked up. “Have you met someone else?” Your gaze was trying to decipher his.
“No,” he took a deep breath. He wasn’t lying. “That’s why I’m telling you this. It’s not about… us, it’s not that the love is gone or… I…” He took a deep breath. “I want to travel, I want to follow my dreams and being here with you just… stops me from it, being tied—“
“Tied? You feel like that? Trapped? Is that it?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, though. “Is this a prison? Have I not—“
“No, no, I didn’t,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, you… You have your life here, alright? And I don’t know if this is who I want to be. I want to travel…”
“We could travel, then,” you said quickly, as you felt your chest ache. Yet, you were still calm. You took a sip of the red wine, bitter. “Yes, yes, yes, let’s travel together. We can plan a trip. We can go places, yes, yes, we can do that. Let’s… You wanted to go to San Francisco, right? Let’s go, let’s travel to San Francisco this weekend, let’s plan it.”
“You… don’t,” he took a deep breath. “That’s the thing, y/n, I don’t want to plan, I don’t want to go… To San Francisco.”
“Where then?” You were desperate now. You knew your voice was cracking because you knew what was going on.
He was tired, you could tell. “I just want to travel, be free, no planning. I just—I want to go travel to without planning.”
“How are you supposed to travel without planning?” You frowned. “However can you travel, you need money, and… and… the plane… and a hotel, or some kind of place to stay and the transportation and—“
“I’m leaving to Italy, without planning anything.”
“Italy is literally the other side of the world—There has to be some planning, and there must have been some considering your stuff is already packed.”
“I—” He took a deep breath.
“Had I known you wanted to break up with me I would’ve planned—“
“This is my thing, y/n, you don’t have to plan everything,” his hands were firm against the table now, he was conflicted. “and you’re always doing it, you plan and then you never go through with it. You just… Plan and order and it’s all—It’s everything, you always have to be under control and there’s no spontaneity—You are scared of everything. You’re even scared of your own dreams.”
“See? So it is me, it’s not the whole it’s not you, it’s me… It is not you, Miles, is it? It is me.”
He took a deep breath. “Maybe, yeah,” he ran a hand through his face.
You gave him a bitter smile. “Yeah.”
“No, no, I—It’s not you. It’s the person I am today, I need—I need some spontaneity in my life. And you are perfect the way you are—I’m just… I don’t think we are the people who we fell in love with, we have changed.”
“But… I love the person you are today,” you knew he had cracked you, finally. “You don’t love me, then?”
“Oh no, that I do, I do, I love you, I need—Some time, but this is about me wanting to go and be free for myself, but I love you, and I always will. Per sempre, tutta la vita.”
You felt your heart breaking. “If you love me then, why are you leaving me?” The world was spinning.
“It’s not about lack of love,” he explained. “I think we have enough love to give,” Miles took in a deep breath.
He meant it, because falling in love is easy. And falling out of love can’t be as easy.
There was love there. You knew it. He loved you; and you loved him and this would be another silly argument that comes with time, when the devils get into your thoughts. You knew you’d eventually end up with your arms wrapped around him, dancing under the moonlight, kissing him better.
“Would you go to Italy with me?” He questioned. As if some sense had gotten to him. “Right now? Let’s go, I need—“
“I can’t leave just like that, I have a job, I have things to take care of—I would need to plan—“
“I’ve never asked you anything, y/n,” he said. “It’s the one thing I’m asking from you. Let’s go.”
Italy had always been a dream of his, and yours too; you’d both been saving for it, for a while now. The time would never seem to come because one thing happened or life decided to slip in and before you knew it, you were spending the holidays again watching Home Alone for who knows what time.
You knew you both wanted this. He was an architect, you were a writer. You were supposed to go there. Learn, travel. Be a romantic and visit Verona, find Romeo or Juliet.
He watched you like he had won the race, as if he was dying to tell you he’d told you so. He only cynically chuckled to himself as his eyes couldn’t look at you.
“Scared to follow your dream?” He questioned. “You’ve always wanted to go there, you always write about having adventures yet you never have one, y/n. Who are you? What happened to you? To us? Why are we even pretending this is working? It’s not. And—“
“It is—“
“No, we don’t work anymore.,it’s always—This conversation, y/n.”
“I—Can we talk about this, please? You’re so suddenly breaking up with me,” you snapped for the first time. “Miles you can’t—do that.”
He sighed. “You act like this is sudden.”
“Well it is,” you frowned. “Something must have happened, you just—packed and you’re leaving and—please let’s—“
“We’ve been having this conversation over and over, y/n.”
You knew he was right, yes lately you had been having arguments but you didn’t think they would lead to… breaking up. It was sudden. Yes, there were arguments but not “packing bags and leaving to another country” arguments.
“But—we can solve this, right?” You asked.
“I can’t keep on trying to push you to follow your reams. I need to follow my own, and if you don’t have the courage to follow yours, then—You need someone else, y/n, not me.”
He was done, and he didn’t have to say it. And it felt like your whole life shattered. Had you not known better you would have thought that every crashing sound was your house glass, or the wine bottle or anything else. But you knew it was your heart, which he had held for so many years but dropped so easily.
“I need someone who can just pack their stuff and leave.” Miles gave you a sympathetic sad state, long enough to see the tears bulking in. “I can’t do it, y/n.”
He left when he saw you had no more left to say, because he had a plane to catch. And the music was still playing in the background and you were left with a pasta for two and an opened bottle of wine.
He needed more, then. How? How could he need more, you only needed his laugh echoing through the apartment. You didn’t need anything more.
You needed him.
And maybe it was the bottle of wine or the playlist that played in the background, very poorly and drunkenly chosen after hearing he’d be leaving for Italy. Maybe.
Maybe it was the fact that falling in love is so easy. But maybe it was Maybe it was the fact that this was so sudden. He had given you no signs.
5 years of your life all thrown out the window in one night.
Maybe it was the fact that he was right. Maybe it was that. Maybe it was because you realized how lonely the apartment looked.
Maybe it was the fact you realized he’d probably spent the whole day packing but he’d left a lot still. Like all those pictures around the house.
Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in two years you’d be sleeping alone. Or the fact that you realized that your bed was too big, too stupidly big. And cold.
Maybe it had been the fact you’d finished the whole bottle of wine. Or the fact that you were going through the five stages of grief in just a few hours.
Denial, first. You had spent 10 minutes waiting for him to show back up. You knew he couldn’t be serious.
Anger, second. Screaming, trying to hide away every single picture. You decided to get rid off the plants he’s chosen for the apartment, very decently, moving them outside your apartment. ‘Get out, our relationship died and so will you! Remember how we said we would love you forever? And take care of you This is just a lie because one day you’re flourishing and the other day? Guess what little plant! You get kicked out of someone’s life! Because you’re not what I want! No. You’re just a stupid plant who can’t travel because you’re stuck. Or maybe you’re not and I’m kicking you out before you decide you can leave me too’
Dancing to Lizzo’s Good as Hell. Then Cher’s Believe. Then, Taylor Swift.
Bargaining, third. You’d texted him. ‘Please. Let’s talk.’ ‘Can we go get breakfast and think about this?’
You didn’t know why Taylor made you realize how cruel you’d been to the plants. You’d gone out to get them back.‘I’m so sorry I said all that. I love you. I’m sorry, welcome back.’
Then you realized, it couldn’t be that bad. Maybe this was your chance to meet someone new? Or perhaps,
Depression, fourth. It had started with the tear streaming down your face as you listened to Italian covers of breakup song.
First ‘without you’ by Mariah Carey was playing in the background. Not that version, though. It was in Italian. Somehow you had found the one playlist with breakup songs all sung in Italian. Nowadays there’s a playlist for anything.
Why? Because your life had lost its sense in the—you looked down at the time, your life had lost its sense 6 hours ago.
“Can’t live, if living is without you,” you pathetically sang along the lyrics in another language. “Can't live anymore,” you sobbed now.
5 years. This wasn’t supposed to end like this.
Maybe it was all of that combined.
Then there was no music, just the sound of your tears as you hugged the pillow that he used every night. With little to no hope.
With pictures of him stabbing you into old reminders.
Probably. Yes, it may have been every single thing that led you to the morning.
That led you to your screen blinding you just enough, and that may have been what led you to drunkenly search for flights early in the morning.
That may have led you to book a flight, pack in less than an hour and get showered as you went to the airport because your flight would be leaving in less than six hours.
That’s what led you to it.
Yes, that’s what led you to your current situation. A plane that would lead you to another plane to get to Verona.
Quietly sitting on a plane. Hugging yourself. Pathetic.
With time to think. Because you knew what Miles’ plan was, you’d practically made it. Arrive at Verona, then a road trip along the country, searching for adventures, inspiration and everything that could be put in your way. Sure, Miles didn’t like planning but without you he’d never get anywhere. Your plans completed him.
You’d called an old friend from college, a roommate you’d had and who had always encouraged you to visit her. Serafina, who was absolutely delighted that you and Miles would finally visit. You’d decided to keep out the part that he’d broken up with you and that you’d gone on a psychotic trance and followed after him to another country in hopes of finding him and getting back together with him.
Minor details.
Because, it all led back to him, to Miles. Didn’t it? This was to prove him that you were what he wanted. Yes, you could travel. He was that push you needed. He loved you, you loved him. You were willing to change for him.
That’s what mattered. Didn’t it?
Besides Italy was leading you to a whole new possibility. An opportunity for you to understand what you would be able to do for love. You’d been broken up with 24 hours ago. Or More? Less?
You hadn’t slept and your heart was still aching. This had to lead to him. To Miles. And you knew fate would be on your side, you’d probably see him in a few hours. Destiny would lead you to him. Because your body was still his. It was impossible to erase him. 48 hours ago you still here by his side. You were sure you could still smell his lotion on your clothes.
You knew you’d never love someone again. Your heart could only belong to him.
You were excited, excited and tired. So, tired. You were barely looking at anything, you were entranced by your hopes, the heartbreak and the fact your eyes had been crying for 24 hours straight without resting anything. But you wanted this to be the best decision you’d ever made.
You tried looking for Serafina who had promised to pick you up, you walked through the crowds and accidentally bumped into someone, making him drop the three cups of coffee he was holding.
“Bloody hell, fuck,” he murmured, angrily as he was trying to get his white t-shirt off contact with his skin. The paper he was holding had been ruined as well. “Guarda dove stai andando!”
“I’m so, so sorry,” You quickly said. “Sorry! Uh, Mi scuso?” You said. He had sunglasses on, which gave away who he was. Having sunglasses inside a room could only mean he was a certain type.
He was annoyed. He took a deep breath as he pulled up his glasses. “Watch where you’re going.”
“I… will.” Yes, it had proved it. He was an asshole.
“Fucking tourists,” he muttered. Though, he was clearly not a native italian either. His accent betrayed him, and his looks.
“I’ll buy you another coffee,” you said. “I’m so sorry for your shirt.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t bother,” he hissed as he walked past you, pushing you just slightly, enough to bother you.
You were tired and not in the mood. “It wasn’t on purpose, asshole.”
He only turned around to give you a smirk and kept walking. Smugly. Like he owned the place. Maybe it was your lack of sleep or your broken heart but there was an urge building upon you to go hit him.
You got a call, saving him from your…violence.
“Fina!” You finally answered, hoping you’d see your friend soon enough. “Oh my God, hello my love! Are you here?”
“Bellissima, y/n, have you arrived?” She asked. “Perdonami amore mio, something came up and I sent my roommate for you and Miles!”
“Oh, er… Yes, I’m here, I… uh, you sent your roommate?” You asked. “What’s her name?”
“Oh, his name is Tom! He’s adorable, you’re going to love him!”
“Oh great!”
“Yes, and he could distract Miles while you and I go out and catch up, amore mio!” She insisted on Miles. She’d always said you both would end up married
You still believed that.
“Oh… yeah.”
“How are you dressed, amore?” She questioned.
Very.. chic. Pants and a hoodie that would disguise your break-up. “Uh, like everyone else.”
“And Miles?” She asked.
“Uh… How is your roommate dressed? How will I know it’s him?” You decided to change the subject.
“He made a sign! I’ll tell him to meet you outside, his car is yellow!” She said.
“Alright! I’ll search for him” You said.
“Si si! Can’t wait to see you and Miles, ciao ciao! Baci!” She hung up.
You waited a bit, trying to know how you would excuse yourself. How in this world would you explain that ‘Miles & y/n’ were no longer ‘Miles & y/n’. How would you explain that you were there looking for your now ex in hopes of getting back together. How the hell would you explain that it had led you to call your boss saying it was a family emergency. How on earth would you tell her that your life had completely been destroyed in less than 48 hours?
Fina had the suspicion that you were engaged.
You decided to face your fears and walk outside, looking for that one yellow car. And you did see him.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you said as you walked over to the guy with three new brand coffees. You saw his sign now, previously ruined. ‘Miles & Y/N’Now distorted and stirred, dripping.
The asshole. With his stupid sunglasses on, but his shirt ruined.
You made your way over. He only glared as he hung up the phone. Your last 24 hours were better considering that you now had to face him.
“Are you here to knock my coffee off again?” He asked.
“Are you Tom?” You asked, as annoyed.
He frowned, arrogantly annoyed, pulling his sunglasses up. “Who’s asking?”
summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.
a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?
wc: 2.6k
"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.
You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"
"Now, let's get right into it."
Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.
"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"
Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."
Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."
"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.
"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.
You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.
"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"
You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."
Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"
You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.
"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.
Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."
He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.
A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.
"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"
"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.
"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.
Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."
You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"
He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.
You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"
He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."
You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.
You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"
"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."
You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.
He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.
You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."
Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.
Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.
"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.
You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."
He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.
"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.
You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."
"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.
"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.
He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."
"You're such a dick." you moaned.
He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"
"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."
Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.
"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."
Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.
"What you up?" he chuckled.
You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.
"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.
You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."
"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.
Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.
"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.
You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.
Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"
"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."
Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."
Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.
You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.
The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.
In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.
The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."
You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.
Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.
"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.
You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.
Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.
You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.
Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."
You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.
"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."
You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.
"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.
Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."
Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."
"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.
"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.
After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.
Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.
You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.
There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.
You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.
He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.
Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.
You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.
You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."
His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.
"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.
You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.
Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.
"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.
Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."
Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."
"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.
Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.
Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x
Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x
Warning: dom-sub dynamics, dirty talking, cum in panties, exhibitionism, semi-public play, vaginal sex
Summary: You are attending at an event with Tom and the both of you likes to play dirty, so you ditch your panties for the night.
A/N: So,it was inspired by a conversation veeery long ago with @we--are---not--afraid also it kind of clashes with this ask: (P.S please at least say hi, next time because I’m not writing on demand)
The event was loud and as overwhelming as ever no matter how many times you did it. The red carpet walks, the interviews, the photos, it got easier over time but never less draining. The only thing what kept you on the edge was one specific man and the hurried promise he made before you got out of the car.
‘I bet you are not bold enough do this event without your panties.’ Tom purred into your ear, his eyes and words challenging you.
This is how it happened, your hands sliding under the dress which reached around your knees to find your panties and push it into Tom’s pocket. ‘And I bet you can’t walk around with my panties in your pocket without someone noticing.’ Your little head tilt and innocent eyes earned a groan and a dangerous glint in those brown eyes, but he didn’t say a thing.
It has been an hour now at least and you felt yourself growing wet as the cool air brushed against your pussy. You knew your dress was long enough to cover you by any means, but it didn’t help your feeling of being exposed and absolutely aroused by doing all this small talk and posing while not wearing your underwear, let alone having them in Tom’s pocket. It was a dirty little secret for the two of you, which riled you up more and more by every minute.
The first time you could finally talk to him again was before the dinner when he stepped to you, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder.
‘Do you have a minute for me, darling?’
With an apologetic smile you excused yourself from the group and started to follow him through the crowded room to an empty, dark hallway, curtains hanging from each side, giving you just enough cover for now. His fingers were interlocking with yours during the walk, only letting them go when he pushed you to the wall, getting tangled in a curtain a little.
‘How are you doing lovie?’ His words were hushed, lips finding yours before you could have answered in a hungry kiss.
‘Better than you, I'd say.’ The devilish smile on your lips and the way he gave himself away so easily earned you another groan before he was back kissing you silly. It was hot and heavy with need, need building from the moment you got out of the car a few hours ago. His hard on was painfully obvious as he stepped a bit closer, his full body pressed to yours now. Sure, it explains why at least one of his hands were in his pocket. Those tight, slim pants didn’t hide his erection very well.
Between the heated sloppy kisses, Tom’s long fingers slipped under your dress. ‘Do you know how it felt watching you flirting with everyone and knowing you little pussy is bare under your pretty dress?’
It was a rhetorical question, but he didn't give you time to answer anyway, his lips were on yours, kissing you in a way it made your head spin, your small whimpers lost in his mouth. ‘Lovie, you soaked even your thighs.’ Tom cooed, when his fingers run up on your skin, to find you completely roused and wet. The sound you made then his touch, even if it was light as a feather hit your exposed pussy lips was almost feral. ‘You know, originally I wanted to finger you here and go back to fuck you later, but I don’t think I can wait for so long.’ His mumbles along with his ministrations were too much to let you form any more coherent thoughts. ‘I think there is a storage room across the hall, what do you think?’ His question was sweet as honey in sync with the way he was petting your pussy, coating his fingers in your slick, pressing into you a digit only when he touched your gaping entrance.
‘Yes.’ As embarrassing as it was this was the first and only word which come to your mind, to Tom’s amusement. He loved it, loved to make you so flustered and worked up you practically forgot how to form words and there were nothing left but those sweet noises only for him.
It felt like it wasn’t even a minute later when the door of the small room clicked behind you. Tom was immediately all over you, his hands trying to feel as much skin as you could, being desperate to finally have you. ‘Turn around, lovie.’
You did with a bit of a help, hands pressed to the hard, steel shelves, but you didn’t care. There was a bit of a pause while Tom undid his pants, a bit of a shuffling until he pushed them down till his knees, to pull himself free from his boxers. Lifting your dress with one hand and aligning his hot cock head with your entrance with the other shouldn’t have been this hot in this situation, but you couldn’t help it.
‘Tom?’ Your voice was weak and impatient, when you didn’t feel the immediate fullness, you were expecting but only the delicious stretch at your entrance. He stopped.
‘Ask for it, darling. You made me walk around with a hard cock all night, this is the least you could do to make it fair.’
The frustrated moan didn’t help, nor the almost inaudible please. ‘You know you can act like a little brat, and I could always just jerk off like this and leave you frustrated, so you better think about your next words carefully.’ With his words a sharp slap cut through the silence of the small space followed with your whimper when he slapped your ass a bit roughly.
‘Tom, please.’ You tried, but already knew it won’t cut it. He tsked with his tongue, which didn’t mean any good for you, mostly when you felt his hand slowly moving starting to gently stroke his own cock.
‘Last chance, baby girl.’ He warned and gave you another slap, his hand not speeding up yet.
The last nick name seemed to wash away all of your remaining resistance, getting the obedient little sub out of you.
‘Please, fuck me.’ Your words were so fast it was a miracle he heard them correctly.
‘What is it?’ Tom teased, leaning closer to your seemingly to hear better, pushing his thick cock half-way in during the process.
‘Please fuck me, please I need your cock!’ The words fumbled over your lips like prayer now, a shudder running down on your spine making you twitch around his cock.
‘Look at you. You must be so desperate.’ Along with the soft, slow purr he finally pushed into you fully inch by inch. The mewl you made was primal, finally feeling the fullness and weight of his cock inside of you.
‘Open up!’ It threw you off for a minute, but there was no time to think about it when he tapped on your lip, and something lace like touched them too. Tom stuffed your panties into your mouth without hesitation.
Your eyes rolled back, any of your previous resistance thrown out of the window, melting into Tom’s touch, as he fucked into you. He didn’t start slow, knowing your body enough by now, to be sure you could take it. He did slow down tho after a few minutes, to pull you closer, to pepper sweet kisses onto your neck, to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. ‘Such a good girl for me.’ Tom cooed and bit your earlobe, before letting you go and starting to thrust hard and fast again.
With your sounds muffled by your panties, lips and jaw stretching around them, eyes shut as you got lost in your pleasure, until you felt your high approaching. Your fingers left the selves which were warm under your palms now, to tap in his wrist twice.
‘Oh, baby girl, look how good you can be. Are you there? Are you asking for my permission?’ His words were surprisingly coherent compared to the state he was. You felt his thrust becoming sloppy, his grip on your body tightening, his pants and moans becoming more breathy, he was also close.
The answer for his question was a frantic nodding and a desperate cry trying to hold it.
‘Good girl. You can come on my command when I hit zero.’ With that Tom started to count down from ten, making it almost the longest ten seconds of your life because he didn’t slow down, he was taking you with the same strength and speed as before, making it especially hard for you to hold back your orgasm. Now you were grateful for the small ruined piece of fabric in your mouth to hold back your desperate cries, moans and whimpers, because you were on the edge, your whole body shaking during those ten seconds.
‘One, almost there.’ Tom’s voice was equally breathless and wretched. ‘Zero. Come baby girl, come on my cock. Come on.’
To the permission and encouragement, you started coming immediately without even fully registering it. It took a few seconds to really reach your peak. Your mouth opened to a silent O while your body shook and convulsed under the force of your orgasm. The small, wet hole tightening around Tom and the unmistakable signs of your orgasm pushed him over too, his cock twitching and oozing his thick, warm cum into you.
When it was over, he pulled out carefully, being aware of just how sensitive he made you. The small kisses on your shoulders sending shudders down on your arms, your eyes still closed, enjoying his closeness. He took your panties out of your mouth reaching down to use them to clean your thighs a little.
‘Did you enjoy it?’ He asked, his lips finally finding yours for a soft, loving kiss. ‘This is what you had in mind?’
‘Yeah, yeah thank you.’
‘Good, because otherwise you would be so punished at home for sticking this into my pocket. I was so fucking hard all night, darling.’ Tom softly schooled you while he turned you around trying to re arrange the both of you to a presentable state.
‘I know and it got me so wet.’ Your tired giggle was an obvious sign of your satisfied state.
‘Yeah?’ Tom looked at you with amusement. ‘Good, because you will wear a fresh pair now, right? And I know I’ll get hard again eventually, because you are running around with my cum in your pussy eventually dripping out of you and leaving a visible wet patch on your panties with all these very important people around us.’ As he talked you pulled out that fresh pair from your purse, he helped you to put it on, his fingers pressing the material to your entrance firmly. ‘Let’s go and enjoy the party while my hands are out of my pocket.’
