no matter what decision your heart makes, I will be waiting for you...

chapter 13

•Since most people voted for the I perspective, I will write in the I perspective, at least I will try to do so.•

The rest of the working day was... well, terrible. I got the paperwork done but without really concentrating. I never really read over the papers, all I could think about was Tom's fingers between my legs. And I shouldn't think like that. I'm not allowed to think like that, I don't want to sound like a pervert, because I'm not. I never was, but when I am around Tom... somehow it always turns me on, he always turns me on...
I shouldn't worry about that, though. It is now 6:45pm, which means I can go home in 15 minutes. I grabbed the folder I had put the papers in, and made my way to Tom's office, or how he wants me to call him, sir or mr Holland.
I knocked on the door twice until I got the simple 'come in' from tom. Without even looking up, I made my way to his desk where I put down the heavy folder.
"You must be the new one, Y/N right?" A flirty male voice spoke up which I knew was not Tom's voice. I looked up at a man with grey eyes, his hair dark blond and a little shaggy. When he took my hand in his and placed a kiss on my knuckles I knew immediately who it was, it could only be one.
"I'm markus" He spoke as he looked deep into my eyes with a smirk. I had to pretend to be flattered that he took my hand and placed one of his slobbery kisses on it, but inside I was totally disgusted.
"Nice to meet you then" I finally spoke up, I can feel Tom's gaze between markus and me but I kept my gaze on markus.
"Nice to meet you too, beautiful" I am disgusted by the nickname, yet the smile remains on my lips as I turn to tom.
"All right, markus, keep your fingers on your side and please leave my office now, we have discussed everything" Tom clenches his teeth, his gaze fixed sternly on markus, who now takes his eyes off me, nods once more to tom in agreement and then leaves the office.
"Asshole" Tom mumbles as the door closes behind markus. He finishes his paper, only 5 seconds later he looks up at me standing in front of his desk waiting for him to tell me what to do.
"So?" I start
"I don't have much work to do anymore, so get your stuff out of your office and sit on the couch until we leave" He points with his pen in his hand to the black leather couch which stands against the wall on the left, the view directly onto his desk.
I nodded and made my way to my office, when I had packed my things and closed my office door behind me I went back to tom's office. He was sitting at his computer as before, the room as good as dark, only the light from his screen reflected in his face, making his face glow. I sat down on the couch as he had told me to, cause I had nothing else to do, I looked around his office for a while but my gaze ended up on his face.
I started to study his face without noticing how much I was staring at him, but I noticed his left eyebrow which was a bit wilder than the right one, his slightly protruding ears which I already thought were cute when we were younger, but he often got bullied because of them, usually I were the one who cheered him up while Harrison fought with the bullies..., as well as his jaw, his perfect jaw, not to mention his thin soft lips which I could hardly see because he was leaning on his hand with his fingers in front of his mouth, but I know exactly they are soft.
I was just about to go to his neck when his head turned towards me.
"Okay, I'm done for the day, let's go home" he sighs, turns off his computer, takes his jacket and stands up, so do I. I didn't realise how much time had passed but the clock on my phone said we had already 7:05 pm. I make my way towards the glass door, grab the handle and open it.
I walked towards the elevator, tom closed his office door behind me, then he came too. My heart starts to race faster as he walks towards me, I can't hide it and not gonna lie, he may not have a crush on me but I still have a slight one on him, which is why the butterflies in my stomach start to rage when he reaches me and puts his hand on my lower back. Together we got into the elevator as he quickly pressed the button to the lobby with his index finger. Tom and I both stare at the elevator door, waiting for it to open so that we can have Harrison with us as soon as possible to lighten the situation. Not that it's tense, but even Tom's fingers on my back feel tense, as if deep inside he's suppressing a heavy breath. As quickly as the doors open we both step out of the elevator, toms hand moves down my back but just before the line to my butt his hand leaves my back, my back feels cold as we look across the lobby for harrison but the only people we see are the employees outside the door still talking a bit, smoking during.
"Do you see harrison anywhere" Tom asks, looking around. I looked around as well again but didn't see him anywhere so I shook my head, no.
I desperately tried to find harrison until tom took my wrist and dragged me to the group of workers without noticing that he had a firm pressure on my wrist.
He opens the 2 big doors and stands directly behind the laughing group of employees, those with their backs turned to him continued to laugh, the other ones who have noticed him immediately became silent and looked at him with a blank facial expression.
Everyone looked as if they respected him, until markus turned around, a smirk on his lips when he saw the two of us.
"Look who we have there" Marcus says with an even wider smirk on his lips now.
"Have you seen harrison?" Tom asks sternly as he comes directly to the question. Not that it's any of my business, but I'd be interested to know what happened between Tom and Marcus to make them hate each other so much.
"Oh yeah sorry, he told me to tell you that his girlfriend just picked him up and he's staying with her tonight, he gave me your car keys so you and mr.Osterfield can drive home" One of the employees answered, he looked rather shy, had blue eyes and blond hair, he was a little shorter than the others. He took the keys out of his pocket and held them out for Tom to take. Tom looked at the keys then up into his face as he held them out to him, a little scared which I couldn't understand, tom was never one to be scared of, at least not to me, but as I haven't seen this shy young man around very much I think he's a new employe. Cute. Tom's pressure on my wrist eased as he grabbed the keys out of the new ones hand.
"Thanks.. uhm..." Tom looks at him as he tries to find out who exactly this is
"Oh oliver" He holds out his hand which tom takes and shakes, for a moment I saw oliver looking at me too as he also threw me a little smile to which I replied with a little smile back.
"I am the new secretary of mr.Osterfield" he added, smiling at Tom.
"Okay, well, Y/N and I will drive home then" Tom says, puts his hand on my back again and walks with me towards the car. He opens my door like a gentlemen, which I thank him for with a nod. Then he walks around the car and sits in the driver's seat next to me.
He starts the car and drives off. He looks a few times over to me as if he wanted to say something, but just did not find the right words.
"Are you hungry? Shall we get something from the vietnamese? And afterwards maybe we can watch a movie?" He asks me when the light of the traffic light turns red. I look at him, from the outside you may not see it but inside I'm totally confused, it's like 2 different Tom's, the one at work is most of the time an ass... a hot ass but still an ass who always has to have the say, always has to play the boss, which he is but you know what I mean don't you? He is always strict and gives the typical commands. But the tom at home just wants to cuddle, be nice and try to entertain me, at least most of the time, but also sometimes he can be bitchy like for example when he kicked my shoe under the shelf.
"Yeah allright" I shrugged my shoulders, looking out of the window again as the light of the traffic light turned green in the evening light.
A few minutes later the car was parked in front of the vietnamese when tom went in to order, but I stayed seated, waited and looked through the window into the shop as he ordered. I watched as tom paid while the salesman put 2 more fortune biscuits in the bag and then gave it to tom. Tom makes his way back to the car, sits down next to me and hands me the bag with the food in it on my lap. The ride home was quiet with harry styles music playing in the car, filling the silence. Tom's leg kicking the ground in time to the music made me giggle sometimes which he never noticed but somehow I thought it was cute. When we arrived home, tom opened the door immediately. Finally home.
Home sweet home...

•Yes, I'm pretty bad at writing the I perspective, I guess I still have to get used to it•