Tuesday
Y/n POV:
I was getting ready for the part tonight. I was wearing a tight red dress with black high heels. I was picking out jewelry when I felt a strong pair of arms around me, I immediately leaned back into the touch because I knew it was Tom. "You look stunning." Tom mumbled into my ear. I smiled turning around to look at him. He was wearing a black dress shirt tucked into black dress pants.
"Very handsome." I complimented.
"Thank you." Tom smiled. "Can you fix my hair though."
"Of course, sit." I demanded and Tom laughed. He sat down on the bed. I crawled behind him, running a comb through his hair to maintain his curls. "Okay done!"
"That was record timing." Tom explained walking over to the mirror and looking at his hair. He looked at himself for several seconds. "Do you think this shirt makes my muscles look small?"
"Tom nothing makes your muscles look small." I laughed but he turned around, looking at me with a serious look in his eyes.
"Should I change the shirt?" Tom questioned.
"No. You look sexy in black." I flirted and Tom smirked a little bit.
"Okay. If you say so." Tom shrugged. "Should we get going then?"
"Yep!" I replied grabbing a small bag and following Tom out of the room. We made our way down the hallway and I took off my heels before walking down the stairs.
"Seriously?" Tom questioned.
"You want to try walking in heels?" I asked.
"Harrison and I have tried on your heels before." Tom shrugged and i gasped.
"Oh my god which ones?" I questioned.
"The white strapped ones." Tom explained and I laughed.
"Those started to smell and I was wondering why. It's probably from you guys." I scolded. Tom smiled. I put my heels back on and we got into the car. Tom drove of course. He was terrified of my driving but I didn't mind being a passenger princess. He rested his warm hand on my thigh as we made our way to the party. Once we arrived we walked in and everyone was just dancing and having fun.
"TH!" Someone greeted Tom. I didn't know who they were. "I didn't know you were one for nonalcoholic parties."
"I'm here for my girl." Tom shrugged wrapping a firm arm around my waist.
"Do I know you?" The person I didn't know questioned.
"Don't think so." I replied, leaning into Tom.
"This is Grayson." Tom explained. "He graduated from our school last year."
"Surprised I don't remember you." Grayson added.
"Why is that?" I questioned.
"I thought I knew every pretty girl at the school." Grayson explained and Tom fingers gripped into my side.
"Back off man." Tom replied and Grayson laughed.
"Well what do you expect when she's dressed like that?" Grayson responded.
"Dressed like what?" I asked.
"Darling why don't you grab us some soda?" Tom questioned. I nodded as his hand left my side and I made my way into the kitchen. I doubted that Tom would even drink a soda so I just waited for him in there.
Tom POV:
"Don't talk to my girl like that." I explained.
"You think you're all big and tough now? You used to idolize me." Grayson replied.
"Yeah I used to but now you're a low life college student, at a high school party, flirting with a minor." I responded.
"Oh calm your tits Holland. I don't want your girl, seems like a slut." Grayson mentioned. I could feel the anger building in me.
"What did you say?" I asked. My hand clenched in a fist at my side.
"I said.... I don't want your slutty chick." He repeated. With that commented I tackled him to the ground, his head hitting the wall on the way down. I moved my arm back, getting ready to punch him until I saw y/n standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Tom!" She scolded walking over to me. "Tom you can't be doing that."
"I- I'm sorry." I stuttered standing up. I held out my hand to help Grayson up and he took it, bringing himself to his feet.
"That's right, listen to your bitch." Grayson spit in my face before walking off.
"Tommy." Y/n said softly bringing her smooth hands to the sides of my cheeks.
"I'm sorry love." I repeated looking down.
"Thank you for protecting me." She praised, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "You can't be violent though, you have too much going for you."
"I don't know what got into me." I confessed wrapping my arms around her and burying my head into her neck.
"It's okay baby." She soothed, wrapping her arms around me and rubbing my back softly. "You wanna go dance?"
"I thought you didn't like dancing." I replied, scooting away from her slightly.
"It's not my favorite thing in the entire world but I'll do it to make you happy." She smiled.
"Sure then, let's dance." I explained reaching my hand out. She took my hand and we made our way into the other room. As we entered the room a Taylor Swift song began playing. I looked back at y/n and she had the biggest smile on her face.
"I LOVE THIS SONG!" She yelled over the music.
"I know you do love." I laughed spinning her around.
"AND ITS NEW! THE SHAPE OF YOUR BODY ITS BLUE! THE FEELING IVE GOT AND ITS OOH, WOAH-OH ITS A CRUEL SUMMER!" Y/n screamed, singing her little heart out. I smiled at her. "What do you not know the lyrics?"
"No I don't." I laughed and she frowned.
"You're boring." She shook her head.
"Am I really?" I asked.
"Yep." She nodded while laughing.
"IM DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM THE BAR. OH. SAID IM FINE BUT IT WASNT TRUE. I DONT WANT TO KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO STEAL MY FATE. OH. AND I SCREAM FOR WHATEVER ITS WORTH, I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD? HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL!" I screamed as y/n smiled at me in complete shock.
"You liar you know the lyrics!" Y/n exclaimed with a huge smile still on her face.
"Of course I do, it's on your playlist." I shrugged and y/n gasped.
"You listen to my playlist?" Y/n asked.
"I do." I smiled. "Every time I'm at the gym and I miss you."
"You've never been more attractive." Y/n confessed and I laughed.
"So it's not my abs? It's just me having the ability to sing a Taylor swift song?" I questioned.
"Yup." Y/n nodded.
"Okay great. That means I can stop working out now and lose my abs." I shrugged and y/n gasped.
"You wouldn't!" Y/n exclaimed.
"You're right i wouldnt. Marvel is kind of expecting them." I confessed and y/n cringed. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want the entire world seeing your abs." Y/n explained.
"Have you seen my Instagram?" I questioned and y/n shrugged.
"Yeah I guess you're right." Y/n laughed. "So what other talents of yours are you hiding from me?"
"I'm really good at being the little spoon." I explained and y/n grinned but her face slowly turned serious.
"You're joking right?" She questioned.
"I'm not!" I confessed. "We should test it."
"Fine." She shrugged. That night after both of us took a shower we changed into comfy pajamas and got into my bed. "Time to test this little spoon thing."
"It's going to be great." I mentioned and she laughed. I turned to my side and I could feel y/n snuggling into my back.
"Oh my god." She gasped and I nodded.
"I don't want to say I told you so but, I told you so." I laughed.
"You're like a portable heater!" She exclaimed. "This is great, why haven't we tried this before?"
"Because you're my cute small little spoon." I shared.
"No no no. Take that back. You are the cute small little spoon now." She explained and I laughed.
"Of course. Anything for my lady." I replied. "You looked really pretty tonight."
"You did too." Y/n mumbled into the crook of my neck.
"I kind of wanted to yank that dress off of you tonight but these cuddles are also amazing." I explained and y/n laughed.
"I love our cuddling nights too." Y/n confessed. "You look really cute when you're cozy."
"As do you." I complimented. "That's why I would always cuddle with you even when we were just friends. I loved seeing you so cozy and content."
"What else do you love about me?" Y/n questioned laughing slightly. I smiled.
"Are you sure you want the answer to that question? We might be up all night." I confessed.