No One's P.O.V
"Can you stop right now before I smack you again?" Tom said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Just come the fuck inside." Tom hissed at Tord before walking into his living room with Tord trailing behind him wearing a huge grin on his face.
It was rare for Tord to visit Tom early in the morning without an actual purpose.. Tom just pushed himself into believing that Tord was probably just bored.
He just can't trust anyone for now...
Tom sat on the sofa and rubbed his eyes, "What brings you here this early in the morning?" Tom asked, slowly stretching out his arms. Tord pretended to think for a bit as he took a seat beside Tom.
Tord let out a hum to which made Tom turn to him. That's when the brit noticed that Tord was still wearing his pajamas.
"To check on you?" Tord nervously replied as he scratched his nape. Tom suspected something suspicious about him...
The brit pointed at Tord's pajamas, "You're... still wearing your pajamas." Tom spat as he began to notice how Tord's body language changed. He began to move like he was nervous.
It was quite new to Tom since he was so used to Tord being so calm and composed all the time.
So something was not right...
"Why come to my apartment in that?" Tom asked, his eyes fixed on Tord who was desperately trying to keep a relaxed face.
Although Tom was also trying to not laugh. Tord's pajamas were both matching. They were dark red and designed with lolipops and rainbows all around.
"pfftt.." Tom quickly averted his eyes to the TV. When Tord turned to look at him, Tord confusingly look down at his clothes and blushed different shades of red upon discovering why the elder was about to laugh.
"Come on don't laugh at it." Tord begged as he pulled Tom by his arm playfully. Tom squeaked a small giggle before looking down, "It just reminds me of a certain song that you hated before."
Tord stared at Tom who was smiling... Battling with himself and telling himself that he should stay in his place and fight the urges to hug the cute looking elder.
"I still hate that song until now." Tord admitted, Tom couldn't hold it in anymore and just laughed.
"This was your last gift for me you know? You're such an idiot..." Tord murmured, cheeks still blushing red as he hugged himself. Tom suddenly stopped laughing and turned to face Tord then soon blushed on the realization.
The two were a blushing mess.
Tord sighed in defeat and slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed, "I got a call at about 5 am earlier." he started as Tom listened in, hugging his legs to his chest.
"Oh yeah? From who?" Tom asked as he rests his head on his own knees. Tord glanced at the brit and his face turned into annoyance, "It was from Taf."
"Oh?"
"She said that she's coming here to talk with you about.. 'stuff'. And she sounded horrible." Tord finished while gesturing the quotation marks in the air.
"What do you mean she sounded horrible?" Tom asked Tord.
"Well... I believe she and her ex boyfriend met just 2 days ago. I honestly don't know why she got so affected by it." Tord shrugged while Tom just nodded understandably but soon wondered why didn't just Tord tell him by call or text.
Tafira barely uses her phone so it was hopeless calling her.
"If that's all you wanted to tell me. You know guys can always call or text me you know?" Tom said to Tord as he stood up from the sofa and started walking to the kitchen.
"I'm gonna go make us some tea." Tom said, unaware that Tord was actually still trailing behind him.
Tom hummed a song as he started taking out the kettle and the cups. He let out yawn, "Why can't I sleep?" Tom asked himself. Suddenly Tord snatched the kettle out of Tom's hands making the surprised brit turn to him.
"So I am right. You've never gotten much proper sleep since that bastard went back to his 'cell'." Tord straightforwardly said to Tom as he started filling the kettle with water.
Tord waited for Tom's answer but he got none. Instead he received ignorance and a cold shoulder again.
Tom just went over to his fridge and took out his pack of green tea bags. Tord kept glancing at the brit, thinking to himself if he had said or done something wrong.
The younger mentally scolded himself for making the brit go silent again. It was all going well. But he just had to bring that 'person' up from nowhere.
Tord glanced at Tom, "Sorry... I just noticed how you've changed to being better to slowly being worse since our 'family's date'. You look so tired all the time." Tord said, his voice sounded stern and serious. It made Tom froze,
"Oh really?... Yeah.. Working is tiring." Tom lied but Tord saw through him.
"You love your part time job so much. And even willing to go to work on weekends. So I know you don't mean that." Tord replied almost immediately.
Tom snatched the kettle out of Tord's hand and placed it on top of the stove and turned the fire on after.
"Does it really matter now?" Tom asked as he took one cup and started playing with it with his finger.
Tord saw how Tom was slowly hovering left and right while his eyes were drooping shut. Then Tom opened his widely again, trying to keep himself awake.
Tord then thought of the day when he and Tom had sex because he took advantage of the situation. Tord hated thinking about it.
But he had a hunch that it was probably the reason why Tom was desperately trying to stay awake.
Tord ain't having none of it.
When Tom swung to his right, he almost lost his balance and was about to fall, Tord stretched out his arm to the brit and catched him, resting Tom over his chest.
Tom looked up to Tord with a confused look on his face.
"You should really get sleep now."
Tord sounded like he was begging than telling... With that Tom just nodded and let Tord drag him to his room.
When Tord opened the door opened, Tom hesitantly walked inside. He took a glance at Tord and just stepped back. Tord notice how Tom was looking kind of frightened.
"What's wrong? You should get to sleep." Tord said gently as he patted Tom's head.
Tom took a deep breath and exhaled in a slow manner, "Promise me you won't touch me..." Tom begged. With that Tord finally realized how much shameful he was before... He felt guilty and embarrassed.
"Ah.. You still can't trust me huh..." Tord murmured with a pout.
What did he expect?
It doesnt mean he and Tom had been together for weeks means the brit trusts him again.
"No no! Well... It's kind of... No!" Tom tried denying but he was interrupted when Tord patted his head again.
"Later, when you wake up let's go to the park. We'll take Aunt Rosy with us. Period. No more buts." Tord ordered before pushing Tom inside his room.
"Now go get some sleep. I'll be dealing with Taf if she gets here. So get all the sleep you need." Tord spat,
Tom's eyebrows turned to a frown, "You can't tell me what to do--"
"Please get some sleep so we can go out later. I'm begging you." Tord pleaded, looking at Tom with his best impression of a sad dog.
Seeing his adorable face, Tom couldn't help but blush again. He just shut the door in front of Tord's face to hide his blushing.
Tom surely felt weird with Tord... But he still told himself not trust him.. Tom thought,
"Would trusting Tord again help me in my situation?... He's the only one who's staying by my side for now..."
Meanwhile outside the door Tord was just smiling like the idiot he was.
(A/N)
THIS IS IT FOR NOW SINCE I AM SLEEPY. <3 sorry for the mistakes hehe. I was so sleepy X3
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