We all finish our lunch fairly quickly, none of us spoke to each other. The time now 1 o'clock, Tom and Harrison collect all of the bowls to put away in the dish washer and I give the counter a wipe over. All the men walk back out to their posts, Tom following as he speaks to one of them. Harrison stays behind with me as he lays out some guns on the counter to clean, I'm taking this as an opportunity to ask him some questions about Tom.
Y: Hey, uhm Harrison?
H: Yeah?
Y: Why is Tom so emotionless?
I ask forwardly, Harrison let's out a little snicker but stops himself when he notices that I'm actually serious.
H: Not joking huh? Well, I've known Tom my entire life. We started working for your father when we where both just 8 years old. He found us at an orphanage and saw potential in us.
Y: How come I've never seen you both until now?
H: Your father had us trained privately, we where always floating around but he never let anyone go near you anyway.
Y: Right. Continue.
H: Well, Tom had a pretty bad experience a few years ago. He found his real parents whilst we were out on a mission. They were killed on the spot and Tom had to watch. He knows who it was but he won't say.
I stand silent, taking in every word. My heart ached for him, that must have been awful.
H: Since then, he has been pretty messed up. Doesn't let people get too close to him, he get's scared that they will get hurt, I guess. The worst thing is, the guy that killed his parents, got away.
Y: He's still out there?
H: Yep.
Y: Jesus. That must be torturing him.
H: I guess so. Anyway, I don't think I should have told you all this but, you seem to be getting pretty close to each other, which shocks me, he never lets himself get close to anyone. Just, be careful. He can still be an ass when he needs to be.
Y: Oh, I know that ha-ha. Thank you, for telling me all of this. I promise to not tell anyone, for his sake.
H: Thanks Miss Sharpe.
Y: Please, just call me Y/N.
Harrison nods at me with a smile before walking out of the room. As if on cue, Tom strolls in, holding a gun.
Y: Please sir, don't shoot me.
I hold my arms up, pretending to look scared. I take them down and start giggling as he walks further towards me.
T: I'm not the one who's going to be doing the shooting today.
Y: I am?
T: Yep. Your father wants me to keep training you. I hear you've done some before?
Y: Yeah, I have, not in a while though.
T: Well, let's get started then. We will go round the back, we set up some cans that you can aim at.
He hands me the gun and walks me to the back garden where there are 12 cans lined up on wooden podiums. He positions me about 5 metres away from them and then stands beside me, cool as a cucumber. I eye up the first can and aim the pistol at it before squeezing the trigger and shooting it off the podium. I do the same for all 12 cans, not missing once.
T: Impressive.
He stands, arms folded as he nods his head in astonishment. I take a bow and smile proudly. I switch between a Glock and the pistol for about 4 hours, aiming from different angles.
T: Okay on to the bigger guns.
He pulls out an AR-15 and hands it to me with a calm face. I rub my arm nervously.
Y: I've never shot with a big gun before. Only ever with a Glock or pistol.
T: You'll be fine. Here, I'll help you.
He lines up the cans again before walking back to me and standing behind me.
He places his hands on my hips, making me gasp quietly. I would like to think he didn't hear, but I could sense him smirking behind me. He twists my hips to get my stance right and positions my arms correctly. Every touch makes me shiver, and he knows it.
T: Okay, give it a go. Place it correctly on your shoulder so it doesn't hurt when you fire it.
I nod understandingly and fire at the can. The can gets shot onto the floor but a pain shoots through my shoulder, pushing me back and causing me to fall to the floor.
Y: Shit!
I shout out, as I place the gun on the floor so I can grab my shoulder in pain. Tom is instantly by my side as he bends down next to me.
T: I told you to place it correctly on your fucking shoulder!
Y: I thought I did! I told you, I've never shot one before!
T: Are you okay?
Y: No, I'm fucking not ok! It's definitely going to bruise tomorrow. On my birthday!
T: Stay here, I'll grab some ice.
He runs to the kitchen and pulls out a bag of ice before running back to hand it to me on the floor. I take it from him with force as I put pressure onto my throbbing shoulder.
Y: Never, doing that again.
Tom chuckles as he sits beside me, making me smile.
Y: I totally blame you for this by the way.
T: What?!
Y: You handed me the gun! And distracted me!
T: Distracted you hey?
Y: Oh, uhm. Shut up.
T: Make me, darling.
I stare at him, astonished. He winks at me, which only makes my heart speed up more. Holy shit, this man... Harrison walks out before we can carry on with our flirting.
H: Viola has made pizzas.
Y: Is it dinner time already?
H: it is indeed. It's just turned half 5. Wait, what the hell happened?
He spots the ice held against my shoulder and shoots Tom a disappointed look, as if he failed to look after me.
Y: I struggled to hold the AR-15 correctly. It was my fault.
Harrison sighs and rubs his temple.
H: Please try not to kill yourself. Cause your father would kill us all if you did.
Y: Noted.
I sarcastically salute him and he walks back inside. Tom stands up and holds out his hand for me to take. He pulls me up effortlessly, but with force, making me collide with his chest as he stares down at me with wondering eyes.
T: I thought it was my fault?
I smirk up at him before leading the way into the kitchen, swaying my hips as I walk to tease him.
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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...
