𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

16 ~ Mine

Tom Holland

It felt strange, waking up in Ruth's arms after thinking I was never going to see her again- but here we are. Cuddling up together in the morning light that shined through my slightly parted curtains, her body curled unto a ball against my chest as we use each other for heat. I look down at her peaceful face, smiling softly as her lips part slightly. Her eye lashes flutter on her red cheeks, waking from her deep sleep as she squints her eyes, her gaze meeting my bare chest causing her to gasp lightly and blush. I chuckle deeply.

"Morning, Doll" I rasp, my voice gravelly and groggy. She looks up at me with tired, bloodshot eyes.

"Hi.." She smiles, unsure of what to do in this situation. I suck in a breath as I look down at her, wanting- no.. Needing to just kiss her in this moment. I flick my eyes down to her lips subtly, watching her own do the same. She wants to too? Or is that wishful thinking?

I push the thoughts in my head aside, kissing her forehead quickly and getting out of bed to the bathroom, locking the door swiftly as I catch my breath. My cheeks flushed and my heart beat quick as I lean against the door. Regulating my breath, I look into the mirror, greeting the messy bed hair and flushed cheeks with a small chuckle. I fix the curls on my head, wanting to look presentable before I head back out into the bedroom. Quietly talking to myself in the mirror, I figure out how I'm going to apologise for the argument two months ago that hasn't left my mind, making sure I use the right facial expression and words as I nod with a victory smile.

The door slides open with a small squeak as I enter my bedroom, shutting it behind me as I look at my feet, turning back to the bed.

"Ruth, there's something-" I look up, finding her side neatly made with her gone. I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

I'm usually happy when a girl leaves my bed after I go to the bathroom of a morning, but this one stung a little- and we didn't even sleep together. Well, we did, just not that 'sleeping together'. I fix up my side of the bed, rearranging the sprawled out sheets before having a shower and getting ready for the day- like I do most mornings, my life feeling like it's on an endless loop with different information but the same routine.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

My fist throbs as my knuckles collide with Louise's face, the feeling addicting as I go back for more, once, twice- fuck it, better make it four, throwing them down on each side. His head throwing itself from the impact before lulling forward as I stop, watching blood drip onto his lap. He looks up at me with tired, sore eyes, blood seeping through his teeth, down his chin as he heaves.

"How does it feel to have the same name as a fucking possum from a kids movie?" I chuckle, mentally thanking Harrison with the information he had given me hours prior. He chuckles, his eyes squinting as he looks at me.

"You have the same name as a train" He does a little 'choo choo'. I clench my jaw, throwing a fist into his face again before grabbing him harshly by the jaw, spitting on his face.

"If you ever 'choo' at me again, I'll make sure to kill you with a train. Got that?" I snap, opening his mouth as I grip his face, feeling his jaw pop beneath my hand. He nods aggressively, thrashing his head around. I let him go with a push, watching him open and close his mouth as he tries to relieve the pain.

"What's your plan here, Tommo? Gonna beat me till I'm dead? Or what?" He asks, spitting a mixture of his blood and saliva onto the concrete flooring. I grimace at the mixture on the floor, looking back into his colourless eyes.