You woke up in a room you haven't seen before. An arm was thrown over your waist as you felt another person's body pressed up behind you. You turned your head to look behind you where Tom was still asleep. A small smile spread across your face as you turned your head back around.
You lightly traced a finger along his arm and down to his hand. Tom snorted as the feeling felt funny to him. You picked up one finger at a time then dropped them. You then drew a smiley face on the palm of his hand with your finger.
"What are you doing?" Tom was smiling with his eyes closed. His voice was raspy and deep from just waking up.
"Shh. Go back to sleep." You whispered, quietly melting at the way he sounded.
"I can't now. Some person woke me up."
"How insensitive."
He smiled even wider still not opening his eyes. "The audacity."
Tom squeezed you tighter and your eyes shot open. "Hey, I think you have a situation."
Tom let go and looked down. "Hmm. Do you want to help?"
You flipped over to face him. "I don't know how I feel about that since we're in your old bedroom with your family in the house. Kinda like we're teenagers with no where to go."
"We are far from being teenagers, darling."
Tom started to kiss your neck as someone knocked on the door. He laid back down and rolled onto his back. You laughed at his annoyed face before Nikki walked in. Then he laughed at you for looking embarrassed.
"Good morning. Breakfast is ready downstairs if you would like to join." Nikki didn't even seem to fazed that you were in there.
Harrison walked by behind Nikki but turned around after he registered what he saw. He jumped up and down pointing at the both of you. Harry walked by looking concerned at Harrison's behavior. He looked at where he was pointing then started to push him away down the stairs.
"Thank you. We'll be down in a bit." Tom was giggling at you still, even after Nikki had shut the door.
You put your face in the pillow, muffling your words. "Shut up Tom."
Tom kissed your cheek. "Come on." He took your arm and started to pull you out of bed.
You got up and finally got a good look at Tom. His curls were messy, he had sweatpants on, and he was smiling right at you. You took a step closer to him and fixed a few of his curls.
He wrapped his arms around you loosely. "Do I look decent now?"
You wrapped your hands around his neck and nodded your head. He kissed you a few times before opening the door.
The table was loud until you took the last step to get downstairs. They all looked at you and went silent. Harrison had a smirk as you and Tom took your seats at the table. Harry also looked like he had a lot of things to say but was holding his tongue.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Before they tease you all morning, can you hand me the salt please."
Tom handed Sam the shakers. "No." "Are you guys dating?" Harry asked at the exact same time.
"You didn't even let me get my question out first."
"It wasn't hard to guess what it was going to be." Tom took a bite of his food looking at Harry.
"You have to be lying. After you two were in bed together," Dominic, Tom's dad, choked on his food at Harrison's words, "just sleeping, Dom. Also after everything you've said about her especially from the start-"
Tom stood up and stuffed food into Harrison's mouth. "You're done talking."
You laughed at Harrison who was trying to chew everything that stuffed his mouth. His last statement though kept playing through your head. You wanted to know everything Tom has said about you now. You would have to speak to Harrison later, alone.
Paddy took his spoon and started to blow hot air onto it. He stuck in onto his nose trying to get it to stick. It fell off right after he took his hands away. He clearly wasn't interested in the conversation. You then decided to try. You blew hot air on the spoon then stuck it on your nose. It lasted only for a few seconds.
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Time seemed to fly by fast as it got closer to dinner with your family. Tom changed at his parent's house since he had some of his clothing there. He took you to your inn so that you could change and get ready.
Tom jumped on your bed as you grabbed a hair straightener. You sat on the floor in front of a standing mirror with your makeup sprawled out around you. You plugged in the straightener to let it warm up. Tom maneuvered around to watch you.
You were putting mascara on when you saw him looking at you in the mirror. "Enjoying the show?"
"Girls have so much to do to get ready."
You looked at all the products that circled around you. "You're not wrong."
The light on the straightener turned red signaling it was ready. You pulled your hair half-up half-down style to section it out. You then went strand by strand straightening each piece.
"You missed a piece in the back." Tom pointed at your hair.
"Where?"
"Left. Right. A little bit to the left. Just let me do it." Tom got off the bed after trying to direct your hand. He took the straightener and started to do your hair for you.
You thought it was only going to be that one, but then he took the hair tie out at the top to do the rest of it. You watched him through the mirror completely concentrated on making everything look straight. You smiled as you picked up your makeup again to finish.
"How does it look?" He asked looking over your hair to make sure he didn't miss anything.
"It looks great. Thank you." You leaned your head all the way back as he knelt over to give you a quick kiss.
You pulled out a dress in the closet you hung up the first day you arrived in London. You were about to pull your top off before remembering Tom was in here. "Turn around."
"What?"
You drew a circle in the air with you finger. "Turn around."
"Just because you're changing?"
"Yes."
"I've seen it all before."
"Thomas-"
Tom raised his hands in the air. "Turning. Turning."
You shook your head as you pulled on the dress. You reached behind you to zip up the zipper, but it got stuck halfway up. You tugged at it, went back down then up again, but it wouldn't budge.
You waddled over to Tom who was looking at all your makeup. He was confused on what some of the stuff was.
"Can you zip me up please? It's stuck."
Tom stood up as your turned around. You pulled all you hair to one side, out of his way. He zipped the dress down instead of up.
"Wrong way."
"Right." Tom slowly started to pull the zipper up. You could feel his hands slowly slide over your exposed back as he closed the dress. He took his time giving you shivers.
You swallowed when he finished. "Thank you."
"Sure you want to go to dinner?"
"No."
He chuckled. "Call in sick."
"If only it would be that easy. I'm pretty sure my mother would show up here and barge into my room to drag me out by the ear."
Tom looked at his watch. "We could be a few minutes late instead."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Many things, but I could let you drive." Tom put both of his hands on your hips. "I would keep my mouth shut when we got close enough so you can drive past the restaurant and honestly say you didn't know where you were going."
"Tom Holland."
"Yes?"
"You are going to be one lucky son of bitch tonight. Let's go."