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

Part 45

Tom's pov~

Arriving at the hotel, the first thing we did was check in, of course. But when a whole company checks into a hotel, it can take a while.

So I stood in line with Harrison, his girlfriend and Y/N. To say that the atmosphere was tense was already obvious when I mentioned Harrison. I knew that if I opened my mouth to speak, he would make some stupid comment, so I kept my voice down, the last thing I needed was my patience to snap. After all the comments from Harrison, I'm sure my inner rage can't take many more.

"That takes ages, can't they even hurry up there?!" He groans, letting his head fall into his neck. Trying to calm him down, Jenna starts stroking his back, but it seems we are all starting to get impatient. After all, we've been standing in this stupid queue for 25 minutes already.

All right, granted, it's not long, but with Harrison as the impatient guy who groans and grumbles at our colleagues every 2 minutes, it feels like an eternity.
"Hey Tom, why don't you go ahead and try flirting with the hotel employee maybe she'll give us our room cards quicker, or are you too busy eye-fucking the maid?" He spits, makes direct eye contact with me.

I swear this man has some guts.

I could punch him in the face, for fuck sake, I'm so angry. He makes me so angry.
My nails are already digging into my palm, forming a fist. But I feel Y/N's sideways glance from the left, telling me 'don't' and calming me down again. So I do so, just clench my jaw and look at the emergency exit to my right again. I don't know why, it was the only thing that caught my eye although the hotel looked quite posh and chic.

"Yeah, what I thought!" he scoffs, looking at the end of the queue again.

Time couldn't go by fast enough, and after another looooonnngggg 45 minutes, it was finally our turn.
"Osterfield. Harrison!" Harrison began, tapping his fingers snootily on the hotel clerk's counter. It didn't take her long to type something into the computer and find the right room card.

"Room 203 for two, on the third floor. I wish you a pleasant stay" impatient and rude as Harrison is, he just grabbed the card from the counter and made his way towards the lift. At least his girlfriend had some decency, thanked the lady behind the counter with a smile and followed her lover into the lift.

Next was Y/N's turn. Her small body stepped forward until she stood in front of the counter. She wasn't really that much shorter than me, yet it felt like I could look down on her.

And I liked it, having the power to look down on someone.

With a sweet smile, and suitcase in her right hand, she said-
"Y/N Osterfield" Letting the receptionist know what to look for. Again she typed something into the computer, and a short time later found her room plus the matching room card.
"Your room is on the first floor, room 132." First floor, or rather, bad floor. It was always like that in fancy hotels. There were all the different floors and their furnishings. Excelsior plus, Excelsior ultra plus, Excelsior platinum, Excelsior silver, Excelsior gold and so on. Y/N had just plus. Harrison, on the other hand, had gold and I, well, didn't know it yet.

But after all, this is a posh hotel, so the lower rooms should also look high-class. I was just curious which room Roney had assigned me.

"Thank you" Y/N thanked her, and took the card.
I couldn't help but continue to watch Y/N's figure as she walked towards the lift, suitcase in hand, handbag slung over her shoulder.
"What is your name sir?" I must have dozed off a little at the sight of Y/N, not noticing how the receptionist tried to bring me out of my trance. When I got my thoughts together again, I replied.
"Thomas. Holland."

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Turns out I came to the floor of the excelsiour ultra guests. So the top floor, and therefore the best room of all.
Disadvantage, somewhere up here Markus also had his room, as a rival in the fight for the boss's place. I can hardly believe that Ronney is really going to leave our company, or at least that he is thinking about giving his place to me.

For me, of course, it would be a tremendous honour to take over the company. If I'm honest, I've already prepared a speech, even though it's not yet certain that I'll be the boss and not Markus. My head feeling told me I would manage to become boss, my stomach feeling told me something could go wrong, but my heart feeling on the other hand, calmed me down and told me I would manage.
However, let's get back to my room.

When you opened my door, the first thing that caught your eye was the big panoramic view over Los angeles, which is pathetic when the white marbel bar should stand out much more than the view. 5 metres to the right of the bar was a white leather couch, facing the huge HD screen which took away some of the view, but still looked absolutely awesome. On the far left, behind the bar, was the door to the bedroom, and on the far right, 3 metres to the right of the sofa, was just another bedroom, but not the main one.

After looking around a bit, I was able to summarise that I had two bedrooms, each with a bathroom. There was also a storage room and a room with a pool table and a screen hanging from the ceiling. At the edge of this room there was even a dartboard with darts already stuck in it.

After all the exertion of today, and the stress, my eyelids are starting to get heavy. I take a glance at the clock, 12:35 noon. Still quite early.
My lips open and a yawn follows, from deep of the inside. Man, a midday nap can't hurt, can it?

I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw myself into the freshly made bed with my grey sweatpants still on.
It bounces a little as my weight collapses on it, but shortly afterwards it eats me up as if I were just a little snack.
And so I fell into one of my deepest sleeps.

"I can't wait until the baby is here" Bending on my knees, my warm hand runs over the huge bare baby bump standing in front of me. Little feet kick against my palm, making my heart beat a bat.
Her warm fingers brush over mine, caressing them gently. I can't help but smile wider than ever. I'm going to be a father! Very soon! A happy tear leaves my eye as I look up at her. Her lips set in a wide smile, eyes full of pride and joy, but slowly, by the second, it begins to disappear. I don't mean it in the sense of she stops smiling, her lips are straight and her eyes are emotionless, but in the sense of her face slowly dissolves, my vision becomes blurrier and blurrier and her body fades until she is barely recognisable anymore.

"No! Y/N, darling!" I screamed "stay here." Tears were running down my cheeks. "Stay with me! Don't leave me, please!" But she was gone, her body was no longer in front of me. Her happy smile was no longer staring down at me, and her hand was no longer running over mine.

My head felt like it weighed a ton as I let it fall into my palms, trying to catch my tears. But it was no use, they fell through my fingers like rain through the air.
"Don't leave me..." I whispered in a crying voice that broke down as more and more tears streamed down my hot cheeks. My whole heart burned, pain filled my body...
That's when I woke up....

FUCKING HELL!
Sweat runs down my forehead, dripping all over the once white pillow. But that wasn't the only thing running, tears were also running down my cheeks even as I slept. That was.. scary?

I don't even want a baby, never once in the past have I thought about having children. And then this dream... it wasn't even with Cassie, it wasn't Cassie who was pregnant by me, it was Y/N...

It was so fucking scary, but the thing that scared me the most was the joy I felt. In the dream, I smiled when I felt her belly, and cried when she disappeared. I mean Y/N, with our baby. I really wanted to have it, a family. I really wanted to have a family with Y/N. It felt so right to see her with a baby bump. The baby bump I caused her.

A groan escapes my lips "Ugh" I rub my eyes, trying to rub the dream out of my brain as well. But it feels impossible. The image of her with a baby bump just won't leave my mind. "Fuck!" in one swift movement I jump off the bed and walk over to my suitcase. I pull out one of my white shirts and a pair of grey tailored trousers. I have to get her out of my head. No matter how hard that will be. I just can't get her out of my mind anymore. And it eats me up, loving her so much...

~I hope the part is okay and doesn't contain too many spelling mistakes. Lately I have a huge writing block and can hardly concentrate. So if my writing fails in this or the next parts, don't be angry with me but keep your fingers crossed for the future...~