I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 24 - Homecoming.

It was day 18 before the front door opened again - scaring Y/N half to death as she wasn't expecting anyone.

She was ready to start kicking and punching if it wasn't Harrison's face that appeared from behind the door.

"Oh my god, you're back, thank GOD." She groaned, flinging her arms around the taller mans shoulders. "Miss us much?" Harrison smirked, wrapping an arm around her frame and hoisting her up off the floor, being mindful of the hold-all he was carrying in his other hand.

The constant flow of extremely tired looking boys came through the door one by one, before - after a brief space, it was Tom who shuffled through, laptop under his arm and a bag in each hand. He barely had time to put the laptop down on the side table before he was almost knocked off his feet.

"Where HAVE you BEEN? Harry, so wonderful to see you." She smiled briefly, turning to face the younger brother before spinning back to the eldest. "I can not even FATHOM why you thought it would be okay to not stay in touch. No texts, no calls, completely FUCKING AWOL." She yelled - ignoring the light sniggers from Harrison behind her.

"You could've DIED-"

"But I DIDN'T, DID I?" He snapped back, and anyone could hear the sharp intake of breath that the twins took at the fact that Tom had the balls to snap back at his furious partner.

If looks could kill, Y/N would've dusted Tom and the next 5 miles in her line of vision. If flames could ignite in people's eyes - hers would be an ocean of fire and brimstone, but Tom stared right back at her - not shying away from her scorching glare for a millisecond, as if his own gaze was made of ice and glacial water.

"Fuck you." She spat at him, her face moving so it was centimetres away, her voice so low that it brought chills to Tom's spine. "Fuck. You." She glared at him for a few seconds more before spinning on her heel and storming upstairs, despite Harrison and the twins trying to grab at her and stop her. She ignored the evidently annoyed boys who'd now started yelling at Tom from below.

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Grabbing a pair of pyjamas and a change of clothes from their bedroom, Y/N slammed the door behind her and turned down the hall, pushing open the door to what she called her bedroom right at the start of all this mess.

It felt cold in here, not literally, but like it was a showroom and not a room someone lived in - which they didn't. She hadn't slept in here in months, but she couldn't sleep next to Tom tonight as if nothing had happened downstairs - even if she HAD missed him terribly.

Why had he acted that way towards her? He couldn't have thought that she wouldn't be mad, could he? She expected to tell him off and then cuddle into his arms and breathe him in all over again. Her chest hurt at the realisation that she didn't even get to hold him, it had been almost 3 weeks. I need air before I start crying, she thought, before sliding open the door to the balcony and sinking back into the chair in the corner and pulling a cigarette out of the pack in her jacket pocket.

Embers crackled at the end as she inhaled deeply, almost using it as a vice to control her breathing so that she DIDN'T cry.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" came Sam's soft and seemingly awkward voice from the doorway. "Of course, go ahead, sit." She muttered quietly, not bothering to turn her head.

"I just wanted to say s-"

"Don't say sorry. Not for him. If he's sorry, he can come say it himself."

Sam sighed. "Right, you're right. I just wanted to try and explain, if he doesn't explain himself. A lot happened while we were away - but at the same time, it's not for me to explain; that's up to Tom." He paused for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out what he could and couldn't say.