𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 ➪t.holland

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 • 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

You didn't realise it but Tom must've moved you when you fell asleep as he fixed your wound. Yea maybe, you let your walls down a little just because someone was actually helping you this time. Again, you didn't mind company of another person or even a group setting but you never got close enough to make friends yet here you are sleeping at your boss's house as he took care of you.

This is why you thought that if you want to properly get involved with someone, there should be intentions. Be friends? One night stand? Acquaintances? Whatever. This way you could understand the level of relationship you choose to have with people. Which is why you didn't want to get involved in this situation with your boss. Because now, you have to question what your dynamic is with him. And your now confused. However, Tom didn't care, knowing that he'd shut you out once the both of you were back at work. It was easier that way for him, to shut people out. It does show that he cares though even just a sliver, since he did bring you in his home whether he was willing to or not just so he could help you. And that was enough to say that he isn't all bad.

It was around 3 am when you woke up thirsty. Before he slid inside his covers next to you, Tom positioned you near the centre of the bed as he layed on his side, towards you with a few pillows between you both. Enough pillows to act as a barrier but enough for him to get to you just in case you roll over incorrectly or something.

It was actually quite thoughtful of him

Because you just woke up, still having the effects of the alcohol linger, your vision was twice as wobbly as before and you struggled to reach for the water bottle that Tom left on the side table since you were more centred on the bed.

With a small gentle tug on his shirt, you woke him up with a slight hum, his eyes red from exhaustion.

He saw you looking at him and your hand pointing towards the bottle, immediately getting the idea.

He too, wasn't thinking straight as he just awakened freshly from his unconsciousness when he carefully hovered his whole body over yours as he grabbed the bottle.

He didn't need to sit you up since you were already propped up slightly on an angle, good enough for you to crane your neck to take a sip from the bottle.

"Great, now I'm gonna have to carry you to the toilet when you need a wee later" He grumbled, voice deep and gravelly, eyes falling shut.

"Too bad" You whispered adjusting your self a little and closing your eyes. Two hours later Tom was indeed once again woken up by your tug, motioning for the bathroom.

Though the previous day was all but calming, the next morning was quite different however. Calmer. More relaxed. A direct contrast from yesterday's events.
With everything happening the previous night, you couldn't even give out an expectation of the consequences of sleeping over at your boss's house. Yea, you were around similar ages, but he still held some dominance over you. Even out of work, he was still the bossy one. That is fair to say though since you are injured and do need help.

You were awoken gently by the light of the sun, seeping from the side of the blinds from the window. Your eyes fell shut again, seeing as Tom was still asleep beside you. It was after 30 more minutes of sleep that you finally fully awoke at 9 am in the morning with Tom rubbing your arm and shoulder gently but with enough pressure to wake you up.

"Can I check your wound?"

You grumbled a small sound to grant him permission before slowly lifting your hips for him to tug your shirt up a little. You weren't sure if it was bleeding again or if he was putting some stuff on it, but you didn't mind, seeing that he pulled out the box he had last night from under the bed.