Sunrise, Sunset | T.H

04

how was this girl so good? she has no idea who her mother or father was so how could she be so damn- damn smart! he parked his car in front of a dingy looking building. it was smashed between three other dingy buildings, all of them the same blackened grey color. tom rolled his eyes, of course this girl would live somewhere like this. he yanked off his seat belt and like always he checks himself in the review mirror, he saw how the blood that he ran through his hair had made it stick like gel. his shoulders bumped up and down signifying he really did not care, it looked the same as gel so who would notice. as tom got out of the car he shut the door quietly, not wanting to startle anyone.

he had one hand in his jean pocket and the other hand was brought to his lips. his head turning left and right to make sure no one was noticing him, although there was no on the street other than an old woman. he kept his face down not wanting to catch any attention, just wanted to grab sabrina lodge and leave back to home. his plan was almost seamless when the old women stopped him with a gentle touch on his elbow. he was stunned no one ever willingly touched him, his eye almost twitched with annoyance. "you are so very handsome," her voice was frail with a wrinkly smile. "thanks," tom mumbled. "i want to set you up with someone dear okay?" her giggle could reveal how old she was if you weren't looking directly into her crow feet infested eyes.

he stifled a laugh and patted her hand before removing it, "um i'm alright i don't need help in that department." the woman glared at him. "this girl is amazing. she's right upstairs and will knock the breath right out of your lungs." tom was intrigued by her words so he indulged her for a moment. "what's your name?" he angled his elbow on the stone wall by her fruit stand and leaned into it. "tilly," she replied sweetly grabbing a vibrant red apple and offering it to tom. he nodded his head politely and took the apple. "alright tilly, who is this amazing girl?" he laughed lightly biting into the apple. tilly lit up, "oh she's just like sunshine, her name is sabrina!"

tom literally choked on the apple chunk trying to make it's way down his throat. "she's beautiful, smart, and has the kindest heart that i've seen in years." she waited for tom to speak but when he didn't she took it upon her self to add some more information about her. "she was dating this boy, he was a real pest, always making her cry and using her for what little money she has. he was as nasty as the worms that get inside the apples." her face scowled. the words made tom double take the apple and his face turned sour when he noticed the small hole next to the spot he had bitten into. he turned around and silently gagged. "i have to go, thanks for the- uh apple." he groaned still trying to spit out the apple pieces inside his cheeks.

tilly just nodded her head watching him jog up the cement stairs. tom kept spitting, he couldn't except the fact he had bitten into an apple that had a fucking worm in it! he shook his head and looked up, this was her apartment. tom put on his normal stern face, he didn't need to prepare himself he's done this type of things countless times. never with a girl of course, but how hard could it be. he jingled the door handle and smirked, it was unlocked. for a girl who knew how to erase her ip address and somehow knew how to sneak around and snap pictures of the most powerful- fearful man in england, she couldn't simply lock her door.

tom pushed open the door, it made a small creaking noise so he paused and when there was no sound of movement he stepped in. it was a quaint smallish apartment, some parts were modernized. he looked into the kitchen and saw a white mug with little bees scattered all around it, it had a dark red stain around the lip. a scoff left his lips and his eyes glanced at the array of photos on the breakfast nook. "hmph," his brow popped up. he grabbed a single picture and peered at it intently, this was clarke riddle. clarke was one of his traders, she even got pictures of him. clearly not afraid of the bad people in the world.

he looked up when he heard snoring. "no way." he spoke almost confused as he made his way around the nook and towards the bedroom. on the bed was a sprawled out girl, she had on pink striped pajama bottoms and a grey tank top. one of her legs were hanging off the side of the bed and like he thought, the loud snores filled came from her sleeping face. he scrunched up his face and gripped the worm holed apple that he was surprised to be holding still. he shrugged his shoulders and threw it at the sleeping girl.

- - - - -

i felt something hard hit on my mid back and jolting me awake. i pushed on my hands to be in a push up position as i blinked numerous amounts of times. "you snore like an ox." a very unfamiliar voice spoke behind me. a scream unconsciously escaped my lips as i fell onto the floor. my eyes darted up and a large lump formed into my throat as i saw the notorious tom holland standing above me. he was staring at me with pressed lips and tight brows. i scooted back until i hit the end table wishing i could melt into it.

"wh-why are you here?" i managed to stammer out. "you know why i'm here," he sighed staring at me, and from my spot on the floor he looked like a giant. "right, the pictures," i chuckled nervously, my cheeks burning from fear. tom nodded pressing himself into my door frame, his eyes trained on me. i stood up from the ground and glanced behind him, surprised not to see anyone behind him or even in my home. i looked back at tom, his eyes scanning me head to toe suddenly feeling overly exposed in the pajama shorts and tank top. from the corner of my eye i saw my baby blue jumper and in a quick movement i grabbed it and put it on. "why is there no one with you." i said plainly not making eye contact. "don't need them." he replied back in a monotone voice.

"for what." my heart raced asking that question not really sure i wanted the answer. "you're coming with me sweetheart now you decide if you're leaving the easy way," he stepped into my room getting a few inches closer, "or the hard way. which ever way i'll enjoy." he shot me a cheeky grin but there was a sinister way about it. i felt appalled by his words and it struck a nerve. "excuse you?" i took a surprising step closer to tom, and to my liking he looked shocked. "i am not going anywhere with you." i pushed past him nudging his arm but before i could be a full feet away from him he grabbed my wrist. "not really your choice." his smirk was vibrant.

"is too!" i tried shaking my hand out of his grip but couldn't. so instead i grabbed the throw pillow that was by my feet and started to hit him with it. i was surprised by my actions since he was the mafia king after all but a spark ignited in me. he was trying to block the pillow hits but couldn't with one hand holding my wrist. i saw his face, he looked like a crabby kid with his pinched eyebrows. "you really-?" i stuck my tongue out at him making him stop his words. he let go of me and i took the chance to run to the front door. just as i was about to run out and away from this situation i remembered my polaroid.

i sucked in my bottom lip, a soft whimper coming from my lips as i turned back. i saw tom still stunned and grumpy by my bedroom door and i knew my polaroid was laying on the couch. so i tip toed towards the couch and grabbed the strap i recently added to my very old polaroid. i felt a sense of pride doing so without making the mobster notice and spun on my heel to exit the house once more. "where do you think you're going poppet?" tom grinned down at me, him being a good head taller than myself. "out..that door." i gulped, the spark that once ignited now seemed to dim. "yeah! yeah you are going out that door," tom nodded holding in his laugh. "with me." his words were quickly replaced with his hands around my knees and being tossed over his shoulder.

i yelped loudly out of shock dropping the polaroid. "no!" the words fell from your lips not because i was being yanked out of my own home, but because i dropped the single most important thing in my life. i started to wiggle on his shoulder viciously only causing his iron clad grip on my waist to tighten. "see i could handle this all by myself." he sounded like he was reassuring himself. as i was about to be carried out of my home i noticed the apple on the floor by the bedroom door, a small smirk on my lips.

"how'd you like that apple?" i tried to hold back my mischievous laugh but also, i barley tried. his face screwed up once again from the apple and he squeezed me, "you weigh the same as an ox too." my mouth dropped and my eye brows pinched together. "you are such a prick!" i grunted pounding my fist into his back, a roar of laughter busted from his chest.