Babysitting The Wanted

Finally Happening

Chapter Fifteen

When I woke up it took me a while to figure out where I was. I didn't wake up to the feel of the cold hard bathroom floor that I remembered falling asleep on and I was eternally grateful for that, I didn't want to end up with piles or something. My light hearted thoughts faltered suddenly when the events of last night replayed themselves in my head like a little film and I was shocked into a miserable state of mind again. The same state I'd fallen asleep in last night. Fallen asleep in Toms arms to be more precise.

All of a sudden I was wildly more curious about where I was and how I'd gotten here. Opening my eyes wider then the little slits they had previously been I was able to get a clearer view of the room I was in. It was kind of dark thanks to the thick golden curtains that hung covering the windows where the morning sun would have otherwise shined through. The rest of the room had a blended colour scheme of both gold and a dark almost plum red which looked really nice together and the black furniture complimented it well, giving the room a very chic look. Obviously these weren't the stylings of any of the boys, they must have had interior decorators in here. If it hadn't been for the clothes strewn around the floor and rubbish piling up on every visible surface the room would have looked like it was taken right out of a vogue catalogue.

As my eyes raked over the room surveying every detail, a montage of photos above the dressing table across the room caught my attention, and I got out of bed with the blanket wrapped around me and tip toed over to get a better look. Upon closer inspection I saw it was a bunch of photos of the boys in all sorts of settings and random silly poses, some were professional shots and some were just in-the-moment shots that had probably been taken on someone's phone or with the flip camera. There were also pictures with Martin, Jayne, Big Kev and the rest of the team as well as different people that I didn't recognise.

One photo in particular caught my attention and I leaned in to look at it closely, it was Tom standing with his arms wrapped tightly around an older women who looked very similar to him. I straightened up but continued to look at the photo that seemed to show such an incredibly different side to Tom, without thinking, my fingers reached out and traced around his face in the photo and I couldn't help but smile just at the sight of him so happy.

From behind me I heard the faint sound of the door opening and after a few seconds feet pattering against the hardwood floor. I felt Tom before I'd even looked up to see who it was and when I turned my head slightly I saw he was just a foot away from me staring fondly at the photo I was looking at just before.

"That's me mum" he smiled, voice filled with pride and adoration.

I smiled at him and turned back to look at the photo again. "She's beautiful." I said.

"And you look just like her."

I felt his eyes return to me and I looked back at him to meet his gaze and warm smile. Something about that just felt so at home, so amazingly right that I found myself standing there asking myself why the hell weren't we together?

Because you're an idiot remember? My inner voice taunted me.

I frowned and looked away from Tom back at the montage of photos and I pretended to be concentrating on them, but honestly staring at pictures of Tom wasn't helping much at all. I began aimlessly racking my brain for something to say or even something to do to avoid an awkward silence but my mind brought up an absolute blank as I stared into the hundred different faces of Tom Parker. I was right before, I was already getting to see a little piece of his world just by being in here.

Thankfully I didn't have to sit in torture much longer because Tom himself broke the silence and my own internal reverie.

"The lads are downstairs cookin breakfast," he said and I turned my head to the side to look at him as he spoke. "I just wanted to come up here... to see if you were alright."