WHEN SHE ARRIVES at home, Delilah carefully dries her dog outside the front door before letting him in. The little australian shepard dashes back into the apartment and lies down by the heater behind the sofa.
"How I wish I could do that right now." she mutters to herself before hanging up the towel and stepping inside herself.
"Vic?" she calls, and gets a "bathroom" in response. Delilah brushes off her shoes and hangs her wet jacket over a chair.
"You might want to check the weather report next time before you go out with Scott." the brown-haired girl speaks as she carefully puts her lipstick on.
"I wonder how many more people are going to tell me that today?" she says carefully, stepping into the bathroom to get rid of her wet clothes.
"What do you mean?" her sister asks as her brown eyes critical look in the mirror, over the beautiful blue dress with tiny white flowers that she is wearing. She looks beautiful.
"Unimportant. What are you getting all dressed up for?" Delilah asks her sister, even though she actually already knows the answer.
"Anthony is picking me up in a few minutes, we had our 7 month anniversary a few days ago as you know." she says quickly, clicking her gold earrings close. "You look stunning Vic." her sister sends her a sweet smile over the shoulder.
Delilah wanted nothing more than to look like her big sister. Just beautiful, without having to do much. Just put on a beautiful dress, a few accessories and you're done. A dream.
"Don't you have to go soon too?" says Victoria, raising an eyebrow as she eyes her sister, who is still standing in front of her in soaking wet clothes.
"Yeah, in less than 30 minutes, I got held up on the way." she says quickly, just hoping she'll leave the room and let the subject rest. "What exactly? You're so secretive today." she says and the corners of her mouth tighten into a smirk. To Delilah's rescue, someone rings the doorbell at that moment, most likely Anthony.
"The topic is not yet finished, my dear," whispers the girl in front of her, briefly fixing her short brown hair before she gives Delilah a kiss on the cheek and leaves.
Finally.
Delilah takes off the rest of her clothes and quickly scurries under the warm shower and lets the warm water run over her back.
Again, thoughts stream through her head as she continues to shower.
Why was he so nice to her? Tom Holland? He probably just wants to get her into bed, like every other girl on campus.
But then why her? When he could have any other. Maybe he's into nerds who aren't interested in him now. Sucks to be him.
Delilah laughs to herself as she realizes how the words of her best friend, once again, found their way in her mouth. She grabs a towel from the side of the shower to dry herself off. She puts on a pair of dark gray jeans and a white oversized hoodie over them. Simple, but still chic.
She starts putting on a light makeup and slipping her rings on her fingers when the doorbell rings again.
"That's all I need right now." she mumbles ironical to herself and checks her reflection one last time. She doesn't look too bad, her hair isn't totally straight, there are still some small waves left from the blow-dry, but they don't bother her.
She steps out of the bathroom and the doorbell rings again. "I'm coming!" she shouts through the apartment. Impatient people.
She opens the door briskly and immediately the scent of cologne hits her. She couldn't help it, but she loves the smell.
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FOLDED HEARTS | Tom Holland
Fanfictie[Tom Holland x Delilah Brown] [real life x social media] Completely different worlds, unfit for each other in every single way. But soon enough, they realise that even so different they are, there is something more between them than just pure hate.
