Daddy's girl • T.H

༻Chapter 7༺

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Tom

"Dad I'll call you back" I hung up and copied her father's number.

Should I call now? Yeah I should.

I hesitated for a moment. What if I am making a mistake?

I brushed these thoughts always a pressed the call button.

"Smith"
"Hi, hum, it's Tom... Holland" why the hell am I hesitating.
"Oh Mr. Holland, I am glad you are calling." he said in a firm tone
"You are?"
"Yes, so maybe you can tell me where the hell my daughter is?"

Oh so this is what it is about. I know she doesn't wants to go home, I don't know why though.
"This is why I called you"
"Go on"
"Your daughter is safe, she is staying with me. I want to protect her sir, I really want to. So I thought about your offer, the bodyguard thing, and I would really like to talk more about it. Maybe we could meet."
There was silence for a couple of seconds.
"Are you free today to come by, so we can talk properly?"
"Whenever you need me to."
"I like you. 5pm"
"See you then"

And we hung up, this discussion felt so wrong.

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Y/n

I woke up with my head banging.
Realisation hit me straight in the face and I roll on my front groaning loudly.

I am in my teacher house. I kissed my teacher. Things got heated up with my teacher?

So many questions entered my mind, but the most important one still was: am I going to get expelled?

I don't even know if it's forbidden or just advised against.

I looked at the alarm next to me and I saw it was already 5:30 pm.

I really need to talk to Tom.

I pushed myself up from the bed and made my way downstairs with a heavy feeling in my chest.

"Tom?" I looked around and found no one. The room was silent and cold
I walk in the living room near the entrance.
"Tommy?" Ok now what was that? Tommy? Since uh when?

I jumped when the violent sound of the front door opening rang throw the emptiness of the room.

"Fuck Tom you scared me." I said sitting on the sofa as I tried to catch my breath.
"Oh sorry love, didn't know you were awake" I almost melted at the nickname, he can't keep doing that.
"What's the rush?" I asked, referring to his brutal entrance.
"Oh it's pouring outside." he answered, passing his hand in his soaked curls.
That's when I realised he was drenched. And honestly the sight didn't displease me. His shirt was sticking to his body, his muscles being curved and hugged by the soaked material.

I am staring again.

"Love?"
"Yeah um... what happened to you? Where were you?" I saw a bit of panic in his eyes.
"Uhm, I was...shopping?" Yeah, I believe him.
"Real smooth Tom." I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
He sighted and came closer to me.
"I-I-I I needed to think about everything that has been happening lately. So I took a walk."
It seems like he was still hiding something but he looked so confused and tired I decided to let go.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Go take a shower to warm you up"
He chuckled and we made eye contact for a second.
"Come on you are going to catch a cold"
I pushed him a bit.
"Yes mom" he chuckled and went upstairs.