"W-what?" I ask him, shocked.
"Are you ready to meet my father?" he repeats.
Oh Lordy Lord!
"Y-yeah, I mean that's why we started right?" I reply, with a half smile on my face.
"Uh yeah, but you know Zoe, I honestly do like you and it's not just about moving out anymore, babe" Tom says smoothly as my breath hitches.
"I know Tom, I like you too. I promise you, I can do this! But, what if he doesn't approve of me?" I say with a sad smile.
"Trust me, babe. I wouldn't have chose you if I didn't think he'd approve"
"Okay then, when will I meet him?" I question.
"How about after college on Monday? I'll pick you up and we can go straight there?" he's lying next to me, arm around me as I cuddle to his side, looking up at his face.
"Yeah that's cool, I finish at around 2" I answer.
"Alright then, babe! It's a date!" He says clapping and rubbing his hands.
"Ew, don't say that! You make it sound like I'm dating your Dad" I say as my face twists with disgust.
He chuckles and we settle back down to watch the movie.
***
3 movies, 2 bowls of popcorn and 4 glasses of coke later and we finally decided that Tom should stay over tonight. He doesn't have any meetings tomorrow and I'm not back to college until the day after so it's okay.
I'm pretty excited but it's not like I expect anything to happen I mean, we've been properly going out only a day and we've only known each other 3 and we're going pretty fast as it is. Not to mention involving... that!
I'm not saying I'm not enjoying my time with Tom because trust me, I am. it's just in my other relationships we've gone too fast with everything and I guess you could say I don't this relationship with Thomas to go the same way as the others.
Blair went home after the 2nd movie due to deciding she would brave her mother and her boyfriend. God bless her!
"Hey babe, you got any wine, spaghetti or anything?" Tom asks when he strolls back in the room from just going to the toilet.
"No sorry, Mam drank the last before she went on holiday and we haven't had spaghetti in ages! It's my favourite meal though... spaghetti bolognese" I moan.
"Grab your coat and put your shoes on then" he says whilst taking hold of both my hand, pulling me up off the sofa and right into his chest "we're going shopping" he whispers.
***
"Now what do I do?" Tom asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Press the 'finish and pay' button" I reply.
We're currently at the self-service checkout in the shop and I just discovered that Tom has never used one before but he's a fast learner.
We've got everything we need for out bolognese and a cheeky bottle of wine with the strawberries too.
"Right, so the money goes there?" he asks.
"Yepp!" I say, popping the 'P'.
He grabs a hold of my hand after taking his change and the bags and we walk back to his car. On the drive home he turns the radio on and a One Direction song is playing. Tom starts singing every word like it's his last. It's not even like he's bad singer, his facial expressions are hilarious!
***
"Mmm" I moan.
"Will you stop that?" Tom asks, grunting.
"Stop what?" I ask sweetly.
"Moaning" he says, grovelling.
"Why is that, Tom?" I ask, knowing full well what he means.
"Hm" he hums, looking down at his food.
I wink at him and once we're both finished, take our plates to the sink to wash up with the rest of the pots.
After a few minutes, a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist and I feel a neck pressed against mine with light feathery kisses pressed against it.
"Are you coming to bed now?" he whispers into my ear.
"Y-eah" I croak out. Tom chuckles and walks up the staires.
Once I've finished the pots, walk up staires to my room and find Tom already shirtless and in my bed. A moan almost escapes me.
I grab my oversized tshirt, go into my bathroom and put it on but leave on my underwear then lie in bed with Tom.
"Goodnight, princess" he mumbles and kisses my head. I croak a reply and get comfy into his chest.
Sleep claims me.
***
Sorry it's not edited and I'm also sorry that I haven't updated for a while.
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