Last night had been exhausting. Tom had kept you up all night, showing you apartments that he saw suitable. In the end you had to tell him to just shush so you could go to sleep. You woke up to an empty bed, though when you reached over you discovered that the sheets were still warm to the touch. Climbing out of bed, whilst tripping over your clothes that were strewn across the floor, you walked over the open bedroom door.
Walking to the dark kitchen, you flicked on the light switch and started to pull eggs out the fridge. Just as you were placing the frying pan on the hob, Tom entered not so gracefully, walking with heavy feet. He approached you, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your temple, whilst squeezing your hip. He muttered in your ear “Good mornin’ love”
After replying a peppy good morning to him too, you reached over and cracked the eggs into he pan. Tom still had his head rested on your shoulder, both his hands now resting on your hips.
After a few seconds, Tom pulled away to put the coffee on. You sighed at the feeling of his warm hands leaving your hips, making you shiver. “I’ll put the heating on” Tom said monotonously, walking towards the keypad on the wall near the front door. You smiled to yourself, loving how Tom noticed your shivers. “You do remember we’re going to my parents today don’t you?” Tom asked as he re-entered the kitchen, turning you round by placing his hands on your waist. “Course” You replied with a small smile, leaning up to give Tom a loving kiss. When you pulled back you were met with a content smile, that you returned willingly.
A couple hours later and you were on the front steps of Tom’s family home. As you rang the doorbell, Tom placed his arm round your shoulders, pulling you into him to protect you from the fierce winter chill. You smiled up at him, then turned your head back to the front as the door opened.
You beamed at Tom’s mum, whilst Tom himself disconnected himself from you to wrap his arms round her in a bear hug. You were then both ushered in quickly from the cold, being told we’d catch a cold. We walked into the living room, after a quick catch up with Nikki, where Tom’s twin brothers, Sam and Harry, were sat watching Batman. Tom walked forward and wrapped the two in a brotherly hug, teasing them about not watching Spiderman. “Where’s Paddy?” You asked from the doorway, keen to talk to him. You and Paddy had become close after you met for the first time. Whenever you came round you would help him with his homework, give him advice and when he was younger you would play lego with him. Now you would often complete 300 piece puzzles in the living room together.
“He’s out at one of his friends house’s” Sam replied knowingly. Tom sauntered back up to you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, “Don’t worry, you’ve got me, you’re favourite Holland!” Tom said in hopes of cheering you up. “Who said you’re my favourite?” You wittily replied. He playfully smacked you gently on the shoulder, then pulled you to the sofa to watch Batman.
You plonked onto the seat, squeezed next to Harry who was engrossed in the film, and wrapped your arm around Tom’s middle. He in turn placed his arms round your shoulders, effectively pulling you closer into him. He placed a kiss on your cheek, then you heard gagging from next to you.
Turning, you saw Sam and Harry turned towards you, pretending to be sick. You blushed, pulling away from Tom slightly and started to apologise “Sorry, we’ll try to be….” Before you could finish your apology, Tom pulled you flush onto his lap. You squealed, which caught the twins attention. “We’ll be as cute as we want to be thank you” He then gave you a sound kiss on your lips to seal what he had said. Your eyebrows shot up as Tom continued to kiss you slowly and languidly.
You seemed to blur out that you were in Tom’s childhood home, returning the kiss with equal passion. When you heard a cough from the door way, you whipped your head round to see Tom’s parents seemingly stood there with mixed expressions. You promptly pulled away, climbing of his lap, sitting just next to him instead. Tom stayed quiet, though he was now a deep red.
“keep it to the bedroom thanks kids. There’s young eyes present” Tom’s dad said, pointing to Paddy stood just next to him, biting his lower lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing at your joint embarrassment. You turned to Tom, who looked just as alarmed as you felt.
“Batman” He uttered then turned to watch the tv, now notably keeping his hands to himself.