Tom's Girl

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Rylee's POV

It was around 10am when I finally woke up again. I didn't really remember why or how we woke up the first time this morning, but I knew we almost immediately fell back asleep.

I half way wake up and look up at Tom.

"Good morning darling." He says in a raspy voice.

"Morning." I say, slowly sitting up. "How long have you been awake?" I ask.

"About half an hour. Hannah woke me up." He says.

"You could have woken me up, you don't have to stay completely still until I wake up every morning." I say. He brushes all the hair out of my face with his hand.

"Yes I do." he says, earning a soft smile from me. "Haven't you ever heard the term "Never wake a sleeping bear" Tom asks. I punch him in the arm as I stand up, heading towards the door. "Wait!" he shouts.

"What?" I say turning around.

"You can't go downstairs yet." He says.

"Why?" I ask as he gets up, walking into his closet. He comes back out with a blue bandana already folded for use. "What are you doing?"

"Just come here." He says so I walk over. He turns me around so I'm not facing him and he puts the bandana over my eyes, tying it tight but not to tight.

"What's this for??" I quickly question.

"I've been instructed to do so." Tom says. "Ok, I'm putting my hands on your waist." he says as he does so, ever so gently. "Now start walking, I'll lead the way." He says as I do so. "Ok, turn left. There ya go. You are going to reach the steps in about 5 more steps." He says as I slowly walk forward. "Alright you're there, start walking down the steps." I slowly put my foot on the first step and walk down each one slowly. "Ok last step." He says as I step down. He leads me a little bit farther and then stops. "Alright, I'm moving my hands from your waist, but I'm still here." He says as his hands slowly slip off of my waist. "Reach your hands out." he says.

I slowly reach both of my hands out, quickly being met by another set of familiar hands.

"Hey Ry." I hear a voice say. I immediately recognized the voice as Noah's.

"Noah!" I shout as I quickly pull off my blindfold and jump into his arms. I missed him so much, even though we were both adults we spent so much time together. He squeezes me tight, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. He slowly releases his grip on me.

"No no. Please don't let go." I plead. He wraps his arms back around me and squeezes me tighter than before.

"I won't let go Rylee. I'll never let go." Noah mocks in a girl voice.

"Oh shut up." I say as I shove away from him, pulling my feet to the ground. "So what are you doing here? You said you couldn't come out until Christmas." I question.

"Well, Hannah talked me into coming down here. And plus I missed my little sis more than I thought I would." Noah explains, nudging my arm.

"So, how bout we eat some breakfast." Harry says. "We made it just for you and Tom's first day off."

"Actually, I kind of wanted to talk to someone in particular." Noah says, eyeing Tom.

"What? Me? Why would you want to talk to me?" Tom asks. Hannah, Harry, and Harrison all eye each other.

"What did you guys tell him??" I question.

"We didn't tell him anything." Harry quickly claims. I look over to Hannah to see her looking down at the ground.

"Hannah?" I question in a warning voice.

"I didn't tell him anything bad I swear." She says. "But.... he did sorta walk in on you and Tom this morning." I quickly turn to see Noah looking very upset.

"Noah please. It's literally nothing, I just couldn't sleep an-"

"And he helps you sleep. Just like a boyfriend. Whether you admit it or not, you are falling for him. Hard." Noah snaps back.

"He's too old for me Noah! Just like you always say. You'll fly all the way out to New York to beat up a 24 year old right?!" I shout at him, causing him to put his head down. "I told you over the phone on Tuesday that it was nothing. And what did you do? Show up here."

"Well luckily I did because I was right!" he shouts back.

"How about we go over to the Livingroom?" Harry suggests to everyone else. They all quickly follow as me and Noah stand in silence for a couple seconds as they do.

"What ever happened to trust? Always and forever right? Cause that's not really what it seems like right now." I snap at Noah.

"Well I did trust you. Until I showed up in New York city to find out you're not only living with, but also sleeping with the guy you told me not to worry about." Noah shouts.

"I am not! What do you not understand about that?! Even if I wanted to, it's Tom Holland, he's too damn good for me!" I shout back.

"If only that were true." Noah says as he turns to the door, grabbing his suitcase as he opens the door.

"Where are you going??" I question.

"I'm going to stay at a hotel. Maybe I'll come back, maybe I'll just go straight home." He says as he walks out the door.

"Wait Noah Wait!" I shout, but closes the door and walks away. Why couldn't he just believe me?? I walk over to the stools in front of the island, sitting down as I cover my face with my hands. I didn't want to cry in front of all of them, crying in front of Tom was already embarrassing enough.

I couldn't control it, tears starting rushing down my face faster then I could control. Just then I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders but I don't look up. He spins the stool around and moves my hands from my face, to my surprise I see Harrison.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as I bury my head into his shoulder. He slowly lifts my legs up as I wrap them around his waist. He walks me over to the Livingroom, gently setting me on the couch next to Tom. Tom reaches his arms out for me and I shake my head, burring my head in my knees.

"Come on darling, you know he's wrong." Tom says. I continue to shake my head, knowing that Noah was right. I was falling for Tom more than I had realized, and I didn't want it to continue. "Rylee." Tom says, in a more demanding voice. I look up at him, still sitting there with his arms out. He grabs my arm, pulling me onto his lap. I give in and wrap my arms around him, burring my head into the crook of his neck, him squeezing me tight.