"Where..where's my girlfriend?" Tom asked later, squinting his eyes once again, looking at Sam and Harrison.
"I don't know, Sam do you know where she is?" Harrison asked, turning to Sam winking at him.
"Um no, I don't actually." He shook his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to laugh.
"Oh," Tom mumbled sadly.
He then lifted the ice to his left ear, resting it there for a second, "Hello?" He said bluntly, causing Harrison and Sam to laughed as you stood in the corner, covering your mouth. He waited for a few seconds but there was no respond.
"I feel like you're going to have to call back," Haz said. Tom nodded agreeing Harrison.
Tom was trying to get out of the bed but was struggling so Sam had to help him. He was going to help Tom down but decided against it and slowly helped Tom lay down again, putting his hand behind Tom's back.
In the corner you were covering your mouth from the cutest of the two. Tom then laid there for a few minutes in silence, mumble random things to himself. He brought his phone up to his face, opening the camera, checking his face, "I look... dope."
Harrison and Sam left to go grab something to eat, leaving you and Tom alone in the room, "These bastards left me and they don't even know where my girlfriend is," Tom said to himself, shaking his head on the white pillow. Then he suddenly yelled out of frustration, "GOD DAMN IT!"
"I swear to god if they kidnapped her or if they let anybody touch her I'll kill them. Everybody in the world knows that Y/n mine." He said with his eyes closed, "I don't deserve her but I know how to treat her right."
You sat on one of the chairs on the corner watching him the whole time, looking at him when he thought that nobody could see him. People would probably think that you were acting creepy, sitting there in the corner. He started swaying his head from side to side humming a song, moving his hands in the air like a drunk man. He cursed when he accidentally punched himself lightly on his right cheeks. "IdoiT."
Suddenly, a lady walked into room, smiling at you and Tom. Tom leaned up, squinting his eyes at the lady as she collected the equipments. "Are you my girlfriend?" He asked with his low, sleepy voice.
The woman looked up from the desk and turned to look at Tom, she raised her brows at him before shaking her head.
"If you see a pretty girl with (y/h/c) and (y/e/c) who looks like this," he showed the lady a picture of you and Tom causing the lady to smile wider, "tell her to come to me please." Tom said before he leaned back down into his bed.
"Is that pretty girl over there your beautiful girlfriend?" The nurse pointed at you.
"Huh?" Tom muttered confused before he turned to the corner you were in. You stood up from the chair and walked over to Tom grinning at him. "She's the one." Tom laughed to himself, closing his eyes a bit from the drug that was racing through his blood vessels.
"THANK YOU!" Tom thanked the lady dramatically before he shifted his attention to you, smiling happily. You brought the chair closer to his bed and sat on it, holding his hands kissing them then placing them on your cheek.
Tom stared at you with admiration, his eyes lighting up as he grinned widely with his droopy eyes. His eyes shifted around your face, looking at your freckles and the flaws that were perfect to him.
"Do you need anything?" You asked then remembered that that was the first sentence you said to him two years ago when you noticed him staring at you in one of the small cafe in London on the day you met.
"I need your number," he said remembering the first sentence he said to you.
"How about no?" You asked him the second thing you said to him.
"How about we talk for the rest of the day and see if you will change your mind?" Your heart swelled knowing that he remembered everything from that day. The memories of that day were particularly tattooed on your guys' brain. It was kind of weird for you guys to relive that day in the dentist but you guys didn't care.
"You remembered," you smiled against his hands.
"Of course I DO." Tom said puckering his lips on the word 'do' and continued to look at you, his eyes full of love. Later Harrison texted you saying that Tom was allowed to leave.
Carefully, you put your hand on his back and your other hand under his knee, slowly lifting his legs of the bed. You let him sit there for a seconds not wanting him to be more dizzy. You then put his right arm on your shoulders as Tom stood up. You walked out of the room as if you were helping a man with a broken leg. Tom shook his head a few times, trying to focus on the things in front of him as the floor swayed under him.
You guys got in the car with you and Tom sat in the back seat. Tom's head was on your shoulders as he closed his eyes.
"Tom is such a child," Sam joked.
"I heard that!" Tom yelled, causing you to flinched a bit. Tom brought his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and leaned closer to you, resting his whole body against yours. You looked down Tom who was now a small of sunshine(and have always been) as he was laughing and singing to himself.
"You can stand under my umbrella-ella-el-"
"Tom please shut up." Sam said, glancing back at you guys.
"You can't tell me what to do. I'M SPIDER-MAN!" He shouted once again with his eyes still closed, he then pretended that he was shooting spider webs at Sam with a small sound affect of 'pss pss' every time he pressed the 'button'.
When you guys arrived at Tom's house, he went into the living room and sat in one of the chairs. "I WANT MY JUICE BOX! GIVE ME MY JUICE BOX LISTEN TO YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN!"
"You little fuck-tard we have no juice box just drink water." Harrison yelled from the other room.
"THEN GIVE ME A QUACKSON! OR UNE POMME DE TERRE!" You sat next to Tom as he pouted his lips. You looked at him as he moved his tongue around his mouth before poking it out for you to see, the gauze was on the edge of his tongue before he opened his mouth wider letting it rolled down his tongue and onto the table.
"Thomas!" You said and used your finger nails to pick it up and threw it in the trash. You heard him said 'whoops' when you were done.
"Je suis Une Pomme De Terre," Tom said and continued to pout.
"No you're not, I think Le Fromage would be a better word to describe you," you joked. (Excuse my French I stopped learning the language many years ago not sure if it's correct.)
You and Tom then went to the couch, Tom rested his head on your chest and left the rest of his body on the small space on the couch, laying on his stomach, you played with his hair trying to calm him down. After a few minutes he did fell a sleep.
Your felt something wet on your chest and looked down to see to Tom drooled on you but you didn't mind, you were pretty sure that you drooled on him many times before. You slowly reached for one of the tissue from the coffee table and cleaned the drool off his face and your shirt.
Before you go to sleep, you rested one of your hands on Tom's head and the other on his back and shoulder before you leaned down and rested your head on the arm rest.
Trip to the Dentist (T.H)
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