I try my very best to bake a lemon cake with Tom standing by the door watching my every move. I'm used to being watched 24/7, but with Tom, my heart seems to flutter every time we create eye contact. Of course, we don't really hold a conversation, as Tom isn't much of a talker, although, I seem to still talk to him as if he actually cares.
Y: In dreams, I love to pretend that I can run away. Have a normal life. Sure, I'm grateful for what I have, I just wish I could meet new people, instead of seeing maids and people in black suits all the time.
Tom doesn't answer, but I know he is listening.
Y: And, I'd love to own a horse of my own one day. To take on hacks on warm days, to see beautiful sights.
Tom's attention suddenly shifts as he holds on to his ear piece. I watch carefully as his face turns to anger, his eyebrows furrowing.
Y: Everything okay?
Tom walks out of the kitchen and closes the door behind him. I run to follow him but as I try the door, I notice that he has locked it. I begin to worry and I bang on the door frantically.
Y: Tom?! What's going on?
T: Just stay in there! Keep low and stop banging on the god damn door!
Keep low? Why do I need to keep... just as I start to question what he's just said, the window to my left smashes and shards of glass fly my way. I let out a loud shriek, covering my face with my hands as best as I can, yet, I still feel my cheeks burning with pain. I quickly duck by the sink and curl into a ball, all whilst still holding my head. I hear the door unlock but I don't move until I feel a pair of hands grab my sides.
T: Come on, we've got to move. Keep low and follow me.
I chaotically nod my head and he grabs my hand, leading me in to the hallway where we manage to find a cupboard to take cover in. just as we reach the door of the large cupboard, a bullet flies through the air and hits Tom straight in the arm.
T: SHIT!!!
I gasp loudly as his groan fills the air; I can almost feel his pain. He falls to the floor out of shock and I scramble next to him.
Y: Come on, get up please! Tom, get up!
He curses under his breath multiple times before managing to push himself up and guide us to the cupboard. We sit here for a couple of minutes before the gun fire comes to a halt. Tom is still groaning from the pain in his arm. I'm trying my best to calm him down and keep him from going back outside, which by the way, is taking a lot of effort.
?: Tom?!
Y: Who is that?
I try to stay quiet, but something in Tom's eyes light up as he seems to recognize the voice calling his name. He shoves himself up the wall, and with a little help from me, he manages to stand and push his way out of the cupboard as I stay close behind, watching he doesn't fall or pass out in agony.
T: Harrison?
H: Fuck. Are you alright mate?
A tall, blonde man stands in front of me and Tom, a pistol gripped tightly in his hand. He walks forwards to embrace Tom as best as he can without touching his wounded arm.
T: I'll be fine. What the hell just happened? Why are you here?
H: Mr Sharpe told me to come. He heard there might be a group near here that found this safe house. I clearly got here in time when they came. Should be the only group to come around here for now though.
T: And no one bothered to fucking tell me about it?!
H: Clearly not. Sorry mate. Well, it's clear now, you need to sort that shit out.
Harrison points at Tom's arm and then quickly notices my presence.
H: Miss Sharpe. Are you hurt?
Y: No, I'm quite alright thank you.
H: Good. If you'll excuse me, I need to take care of a few bodies out the front. Tom, you going to be alright?
T: Just peachy.
Y: It's ok, I'm pretty handy with first aid.
H: Great, thank you Miss.
Harrison leaves the room, talking to someone in his ear piece. Meanwhile, I'm left to take care of a wounded Tom.
Y: Come on, sit in my room, I'll grab the first aid kit.
T: I don't need you to take care of me, I can do it myself.
I laugh at his stubbornness and grab his good arm to lead him upstairs.
Y: Stop acting like the tough guy for once and let me help you.
T: Fine.
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MY BODYGUARD
FanfictionY/N's father is a mafia boss. She is constantly being moved from one safe-house to the next, until, one day her father assigns her with a new bodyguard to take her to a safe-house in Paris. He's an asshole, but she's starting to feel closer towards...
