Tom woke up with the feeling of arms wrapped around his waist. He groaned quietly and rubbed his eyes. He looked behind him and saw Chris with a smile on his face.
"Good morning sunshine," he chirped, leaving a small kiss behind his ear. Tom smiled and put his face in the pillow, it was still early.
"I'm still tired," he whined quietly, but quickly blushed at his actions. He did not just whine in front of Chris Hemsworth. Chris just smiled at the smaller man's reaction and pulled him closer.
"You can sleep baby, I won't let anyone bother you," he said quietly and sweetly into his ear. He nuzzled his face into his curls and sighed in content. Tom smiled softly and grabbed his hand, rubbing the back of it gently with his thumb.
The 2 sat there calmly and comfortably for awhile, until there was a knock at the front door. Chris sighed and stood up, he knew exactly who was there. Tom looked up at him with a worried expression. Chris shook his head and mumbled, "Stay," as he went to answer the door.
"Aye, Hemsworth, you know where Robbie is?" A man asked from the doorway. Tom slowly stood up, grabbing his pants and making his way into the living room, even after Chris said not to. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, examining the guy.
Chris glanced over at Tom and sighed, crossing his arms. "He's at work Pratt. Why do you need him anyway?"
"The kid, I think I found his mom," Pratt explained, looking over at Tom. Tom looked at Chris, who looked like he was getting ready to kill someone. Tom was confused, he had a million questions he wanted to ask, but decided against it.
"Don't tell the kid, he wouldn't be able to handle it," Chris said quickly, walking into his bedroom. Tom looked at the stranger and turned to go to Chris.
"Chris," he said gently as he walked towards him. Chris glanced back at him, fist clenched.
"Tom, it's best for you to stay out of this," he said sternly. He turned back around and looked at the wall. Tom walked to him and put his hands on his shoulders, massaging them. Chris moaned contently, leaning into his touch.
"Please tell me what's going on," he asked gently. Chris sighed and looked at him.
"Robert isn't really Tom's dad," he explained, "he's actually is Uncle." Tom's eyes widened and he stopped for a second, looking at him confused and surprised. Chris nodded and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. "He took him in when he was around 8. He lived with his mom and dad in a pretty stable home somewhere in Great Britain. Well his mom, Robert's sister, has always had a bad drinking problem. Her husband got cancer and she ended up stop caring for both Little Tom and his dad. God you should've saw him when Robbie first got him." He rubbed his eyes as if trying to hold back tears. Chris really did care for them, it wasn't just a family friend love thing. "He was so pitiful, flenched everytime you touched him, hid food under his bed, it was horrible."
Tom sat next to him, looking at him. "God Tom, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," Chris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You have no need to worry about me, Chris," Tom muttered, grabbing his hand and holding it in his own. Chris had a little smile as kissed his hand, holding it in both of his near his mouth.
"You really are something else Mr. Tom From London." Tom smiled and laid his head on his shoulder.
"You're not so bad yourself, Chris," he said gently.
The two were soon disrupted by an argument going on in the apartment hallway. Damn, nothing is ever peaceful in the bottoms. Chris sighed and quickly sat up straight, making Tom fall down on the bed.
"What're you doing?" He asked, looking at Chris as he ran out of the room.
"That's Little Tom," he said quickly. Tom quickly got up and followed him, stopping in the doorway. Younger Tom was fighting another teenager, who was quite bigger than he was.
Chris quickly ran to them and pulled the the other teen off of Younger Tom, after he had already punched him in the nose. "Aye Tyler, what the fuck?" Chris yelled, his Australian accent thicker than Tom had ever heard it. The so-called teenager, Tyler, flipped younger Tom off before taking a few steps back.
"Stay the fuck away from my girl!" He yelled. Younger Tom went to run to him, but Chris firmly grabbed his shoulders.
"I didn't even know she had a boyfriend!" Younger Tom defended himself.
"Thomas, shut the hell up!" Chris yelled, shoving him towards his apartment.
"Yeah right, you saw me with her right before then!" Chris turned to Tyler and pointed towards the staircase.
"You better get you're arse out of my face before I do so myself!" He warned. He turned back to Younger Tom and pushed him into his apartment, slamming the door behind him. Tom watched in surprise, before quickly going to the bathroom and getting toilet paper for Younger Tom's bloody nose.
Tyler remained outside, screaming about how he was going to 'kick Tom's ass if he saw him again.' Chris walked up to Younger Tom, watching as Tom tried to help him. He fought him off, shoving him away from him a little.
"Stop babying me! Uncle Chris I could've solved that myself!" He yelled. He frustratedly ran his fingers through his messy hair and let out a heavy sigh.
"Tom, shut up before you make matters worse," Chris said calmly. Tom stood awkwardly between the two, his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. He just now realized he didn't have a shirt on.
"I'm tired of you and dad always babying me! I can clean up my own messes!" Chris calmly picked the small boy up and sat him in the dining room chair that sat in the middle of the room.
"You are going to sit here and let Thomas fix your nose. You are going to apologise for being a brat!" He said sternly, gripping his shoulders. Younger Tom sniffled, tears filling his eyes. He hated being yelled at, especially if that person got in his face. Chris backed away from him and motioned for Tom to take his place, who did and started to clean the blood off the boy.
"I-I'm sorry," Younger Tom said quietly. Tom gave him a sad smile and poked his nose a little, to see if it was broken or not. Tom hissed and backed away from his touch, more tears appearing in his eyes.
"It's alright Tom, but I think you may have injured yourself pretty badly," he explained. Tom turned around to face Chris, a concerned expression on his face, "I think he may have broken his nose." Chris' eyes widened and he took a few steps towards them.
"How would you know? Are you a doctor?" He scoffed. He walked to Younger Tom and looked at it.
"Yes, formally I mean. A neurosurgeon to be exact." Chris looked at him and nodded.
"Wow, was not expecting that." Younger Tom sighed and leaned back in the chair, holding a bloody tissue.
"D-dad's going to kill me," he cried, a few tears falling onto his cheeks.
"Wanna tell us why you just got your arse kicked by him?" Chris asked, sitting on the couch, Tom following his actions. Younger Tom glanced at them then looked down to the floor.
"Well I was talking to this girl, a-and then we started dancing and well..." He trailed off. Chris chuckled a little and stood up, walking into his bedroom.
"Teenagers," he laughed, shaking his head. Tom looked at Younger Tom, hands folded together. Younger Tom looked back at him and smiled a little.
"Wanna tell me why you were in my uncle's apartment with no shirt?" He smirked a little, the tears in his eyes had almost completely dried up.
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