HEAVEN ABOVE | Tom Holland

the red stripe

AFTER COLLECTING OUR luggage, we drove home to Tom. Actually, I wanted to go to my own flat, but Tom insisted on staying with him to meet his family.

As soon as I opened the door, a grey ball of wool jumped out at me. I kneel down on the floor and stroke her. "Oh, so you're the infamous Tessa," I say as I scratch her behind the ears. She seems to enjoy it.

"She likes you? She doesn't usually like Tom's girlfriends." says a voice I hadn't heard before, but which was also somehow familiar. I look up and see two big boys with curly hair standing in the doorway. Sam and Harry.

"Seems so" I say as I stand up and look at the two of them. Silence. No one really knows what to do. Hug? Shake hands? NO IDEA.

Suddenly I feel a warm hand on my hip. "Hello Tess" he says to the bouncing grey ball that seems to be in desperate need of a cuddle. "Looks like someone has replaced your place in my bed now, Tess" he stands up and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Oh because of me? I can sleep in the dog basket too, looks very comfortable." it really does. More comfortable than the first bed I had in my flat.

But it could also be because I'm bloody tired and jetlagged. But Tom is no different, he yawns incessantly. "You look pretty tired. Looks like we'll have to do our movie night tomorrow" says a younger boy coming up behind Harry and Sam. That must be Paddy, but I don't say anything. No, no, I'm not shy at all.

"Hey Padster" Tom walks up to him and gives him a hug. "Nothing 'tomorrow' either Paddy, there's the monthly neighbourhood BBQ, this time at our place" Nikki says as she carries laundry into the laundry room. The little boy Tom still doesn't do his own laundry, cute. "Ugh, boring." says Paddy as he dodges Tom who is trying to tousle his hair.

"Sorry bro, we'll get to it. Maybe Malia will join us" I nod and laugh slightly. I am so tired.

My salvation.

"Let's go upstairs and get some sleep, you look like you're about to pass out" Tom says laughing. "Very funny." I say back with a cheeky tone.

We enter Tom's room and to be honest, this is exactly how I imagined it. Large, spacious, a little messy but simply furnished. I put my bag down and fall straight into his bed. And by gods sake, it's so comfortable.

"If we go to the bathroom now, we'll be asleep sooner," Tom says as he tries to pull me out of bed. "But it's so comfortable," before I could sink further into the bed, Tom pulls me up. "Sometimes I hate you," I say as I throw my head back and go into the bathroom, annoyed. "You know yourself that you don't."

When we were both done, we finally go to bed. I lie down against the wall because.... I love walls? Okay no, I'm just scared of burglars not gonna lie.

Tom goes to get another drink. And as I'm lying against the wall, I see a red line on his wall. It's not a deliberate line or anything, it looks like nail varnish. Maybe from a girl? Tom pulls me out of my thoughts when he enters the room and suddenly turns off the light. He looks annoyed.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask him as he puts the drinks on his cupboard and gets into bed. "Oh, my mum just told me who's coming tomorrow." "And that's bad?" I ask as I lay my head on his chest.

"Not necessarily, there's just one person I don't really want you to meet." "And that would be?" i'm so curious omg.

"Her name is Sarah. It's a long story that I don't want to talk to you about either. It's not that important" I nod. Tom actually knows what a curious person I am, but I'm probably too tired.

I give him another kiss and then turn my face to the wall. Tom turns with me and bigspoons me. "I love you," he murmurs in my ear. "I love you too." I notice that Tom is about to fall asleep, but I can't help it.

"Tommy?" "Mhmh?" "Uhm... I- I saw a red line on your wall earlier. Is that supposed to be there?" I can feel him getting nervous. Do I really wanna know the answer? "No, of course it's not supposed to be." I say nothing and wait for him to say something else. "It's from a girl I used to have a thing with. But it wasn't serious," he says and hugs me tighter. "Mh okay." I say. I ask myself why I keep asking, bad idea "If it wasn't your ex, who was it then?" he has already told me about his exes, but who is she?

He sighs. "Sarah."

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a/n: here i am again, i know u missed me. i am so sorry i haven't written anything in a while. but school is stressing me out so much. but well, here i am. i have an instagram account: holland.void feel free to text me ideas or general feedback there. or just chat with me lmao. otherwise you can just comment. i would be very happy about ideas and feedback.

lots of love, stay healthy and take care of yourself.

"the thing that separates people apart is wheter you're able to learn from your mistakes and grow from your mistakes, or not." - t. holland