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

Part 40

Tom's pov

A week has passed and it's now Tuesday. I think I'm really starting to like Cassie again. Now that Y/N is hardly ever home and we just ignore each other anyway, I've had a lot of time to spend with her. We visited her parents together again, went ice skating and went to the museum together. But that was too boring for us, so I screwed her on the toilet afterwards. Imagining Y/N. I know, it's wrong, tell that my thoughts. The uncomfortable feeling, however, haunted me all the time. It's like my heart wants to be with Y/N, but my thick head wants to be with Cassie, and somehow my thick head always managed to get its way. It's just... I don't know. I want to let Y/N go. I have Cassie after all and I don't want to hurt her, Y/N on the other hand I have already hurt. But breaking up with Cassie after such a long relationship... it's not the right thing, now that I knew she cared about me and we could have a happy future. However, the fact that Y/N wanted to move out made me angrier than I should have cared. Somehow, even if we didn't talk, I liked the company of her. And now I've probably been sitting in my office for half an hour, running my fingers through my hair, when I should be working. Since Cassie surprised me at work yesterday, I left a few hours early and had dinner with her. So now it's half past ten and no one was in the company anymore except for me. Not really working, but not really doing anything else either.
A distant ping from my phone drew my attention back. The name I read, not initially the one I wanted to see.

Cassie:
When are you coming home? it is so lonely without you in bed;) miss you, xx

But fuck no, I'm not going to fuck her tonight. I am so done for the day. Once I get home, I'll jump into my sweatpants and maybe cuddle until I fall asleep. But before I was even able to go home, I had to check if by any chance there were 2 documents left at Y/N's office that she forgot to give me. So I left my office and walked down the dark corridor. Her office, as always, tidy and smelled of her sweet delicate scent, if I'm not mistaken she even has a new plant on her desk. It was cute, just like Y/N and her style.

However, I was here to find the papers. She probably put them in the cupboard or in her desk drawer, that's where she kept most of the paperwork. I started with the cupboard first, thinking there was a better chance of finding them, but I was wrong.
One folder after another but nowhere the papers I needed. I slammed the cupboard door shut again and opened her desk drawer.
"Come on." I whispered as I leafed through the various documents and papers. One after the other, but no trace of the documents. By the time I got to the last documents, there was still no trace of the ones I needed, but the papers that were just between my fingers did not belong to the company. No, in fact, it were the exact locations and contacts of three different flats.

Bloody hell no! In the top right corner, the times of the appointments were written in her handwriting, and it seems they were at the weekend.
Oh for fucks sake, she was already there. I should have accepted my fate, but I couldn't let go of reality. She had an effect on me, and simply letting her go wasn't an option.

Y/N's pov

And another working day, but this time I got up with joy, hoping that today I was going to hear back from the flats I was having taken a look at. Since there was a last viewing by other people yesterday, they should soon let me know. Of course, there were a lot of people who have looked at the flat and now want it too, but hope and luck was what I needed now.

Freshly showered, made up, perfect outfit and a little spritz of perfume on top. I was ready to leave for the day.
"Good morning" I greeted Harrison at the kitchen table with a smile on my lips, who was eating his cereal in peace. Him and Tom still barely talking...
"Oh Y/N, you're in too good of a mood for me." He growled. "Hey, I'll be at Jenna's after work again. So as always-" he wanted to add but I interrupted him.
"Don't fuck up, and if something is, call you or go tell Tom" I said.
"Yes.. we leave out the Tom thing from now on, and add 'do not fuck Tom' instead." He said, shoving another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. With a roll of my eyes, I also took a bowl from the cupboard and joined him.
Only a short time later, Tom came out of his room. His hair wet from the shower, his white shirt wearing a few transparent stains from the water and his belt was undone, but on the way to the breakfast table he closed it.
"Mornin' " he grumbled, grabbing a bowl just like me, and sitting down with us. Harrison ignored him, and I, well I did too. Even if I'm in a better mood for once, I wasn't ready yet to be friends with Tom yet. "What a wonderful atmosphere here at the table" he added with a murmur under his breath. "Hey Haz, can you pass me the milk?" Tom asked, reaching out his arm for the milk, but not being able to fully grab it. And again my brother ignored him and continued to stare at his mobile phone instead. I felt a bit bad for Tom, but he deserved every single bad treatment. "Bloody hell, how long are you going to keep ignoring me, dude?" He grumbled and stood up to get the milk, since Harrison didn't give it to him and I was too far away as well. But Harrison could not answer. Cause at that moment Cassie came out of Tom's room, wearing only a bra and short shorts. Her hair was all tousled and in a messy bun. Of course all eyes were directly on her.
"Morning Tommy!" she grinned. As she passed Tom, her hand slid over his shoulders and I could have sworn I saw him flinch. She then stood at the kitchen island and began to spread herself a slice of bread.
"Morning honey." He murmured. Honey? I looked at him, shocked and slightly confused. He hated the nickname 'honey'. He told me that only a month ago. In Tom's opinion it sounded heartless, he explained. As if the love between two people was slowly dying out, or as if you were an old married couple.
He caught my gaze and began to chew his cereal more slowly while his eyes lingered on my lips. What was he doing? I guess we both caught each other staring, because once our eyes met, we quickly looked back at our cereal bowl.

With a clearing of his throat, Harrison stood up and took his bowl to the sink.
"Am gonna leave already." he spoke up, even though we still had 10 minutes. I think he just wanted to be at the company a bit earlier so that he can be at Jenna's earlier this evening too. Tom nodded and Cassie told him to have fun with a smirk on her lips. No, seriously. Ever since the whole incident between Tom and me, I started to hate her. Every little move she made annoyed me so much that I wanted to punch her in the face.
"I'll drive Y/N and myself to work then too, see you tonight." He said goodbye and gave his girlfriend a quick kiss. An acute pang pierced through my heart, yet I played it off cooler than I actually felt.

We went to the car and I got into the passenger seat. For Tom it was always a must that he drove, I was never allowed to drive when we were in a relatio- outside doing something together...
Every time I asked why I couldn't drive this time, he would tease me about not being able to drive and stick his tongue out at me. Which then usually turned into a steamy made out session... So I came to terms with it and got used to not driving.

Even though the beginning of the car ride was quite unpleasant, fortunately I quickly received the first call from flat number one.
"Oh my god, okay" I quickly calmed myself down before answering the call.
"What?" Tom asked, turning his head towards me for a moment to find out who I could be talking to on the phone.
"Y/N Osterfield?" I said my whole name to let them know I was on the phone.
"Good morning, Mrs Osterfield. We regret to inform you that the flat was purchased at short notice last night and is therefore no longer available for rent." When I tell you, my happy facial expression immediately dropped at the words of the landlord at the other end, then I mean it.

"Oh, I understand. Thanks for letting me know and have a nice day" My voice spoke softly with a fake smile on my lips.
Guess that was it with the first flat...

"Who was that?" Tom asked after I hung up.
"Only well, the landlords of the first flat. Apparently someone bought the flat last night at short notice." I didn't hide my dejected expression. Why should I? I really wanted this flat. At least I still have 2 more to go. Tom swallowed, I looked down at my phone between my thighs, already waiting curiously for the next possible call.

"I uhh, I'm sorry.." He said, but with a small voice crack in his voice, making me giggle a little. That was kind of cute, not gonna lie.
"What?" he asked, smiling at me, but his eyes quickly concentrated on the road again.
"Nothing, just the little voice crack, that was cute" I admitted. He let out a small sigh, smiling.
"So you still think I'm cute?" he asked. I stopped giggling. Of course, I still thought he was cute. The feelings towards a person don't disappear just like that, from one moment to the next...
"Stop that!" I giggled again and gently slapped him on the chest with the back of my hand, looking out the window again to hide my slight blush.
"Stop what?" he asked with a laugh. His left hand caught mine, with which I had just slapped him lightly. He held it gently between his fingers and pressed it against his chest without him noticing, but I did. I looked at his hand holding mine and then up into his eyes, but he was too focused on the road to even notice me staring at him.
"Stop playing with my feelings" I whispered, this time not sarcastically or with a giggle behind my voice. No, this time with full seriousness and a hint of sadness. That was when he noticed it. He stopped at a red light and looked me in the eye, only then noticing that he was still holding my hand. His warm fingers left my skin and his eyes softened. As if he realised that he was playing with me. Again.
"I'm sorry" He apologised eventually. After that there was silence again in the car, all the way, until we arrived at the company.