Did I fall in love?|Tom Holland (ENGLISH VERSION)

Chapter Twenty

I've just woken up from my sleep, and I feel a presence on the other side of my bed. I open my eyes, look the other way, and see that someone is precisely Tom.

But what is he doing in my room, on my bed? As I remember he had stayed in his room. Wait... how did he get here when he still has trouble walking, and can't put his weight on his injured leg?

I touch his arm, trying to wake him up. He mumbles something, but I can't make it out. He rubs his eyes awake and looks at me, smiling.

—Good Morning.

—Good morning, how did you get here?

—Well, it was a little difficult and it took a while, but I 'walked'," he says, trying to force a smile.

—My God Tom, you know you can't force your leg, you have to be careful not to make it worse.

—I know...but since you said you weren't going to go back to my room, so I decided to come to yours.

—Even so, couldn't it wait until morning?

I sit on the bed and take out my phone to check the time. It's 7:10 am.

—We have to get ready to go to school. — I get out of bed and go to the other side to help Tom out of it.

—Are you going to have to help me get ready? — I raise an eyebrow — you forgot that there's no one else home right now. Sam and Harry have a tennis tournament today and my mom has a photo shoot.

—I didn't remember anymore.— I say, putting my hand on my head, how did I forget? — Well, then lean on me, we have to go to his room.

Tom puts his arm around my shoulders, then I put my left arm around his waist, to provide stability and keep him from tipping over. We make our way to his room.

—I'll warn you right now that unfortunately you won't be able to shower this morning, you'll have to leave it for later, because I won't be able to help you.

—Okay —I help him to sit on his bed—I get that shirt and my black jeans, which are on top of the chair.

I pick up his clothes and bring them to him.

—Go ahead, I think I can get dress by myself.

—Hmm, are you sure?— I ask, scratching my head, hoping he doesn't think I don't want to help, but it's kind of uncomfortable for me.

—Yes, you can go get ready, and I'll take care of it.

—Okay, I'll be right back.

I hurried out of his room and get into mine.To be quicker, I won't take a shower, since I did last night, so I put on my clothes, brush my teeth, and after some time after getting ready, I go back to Tom's room, to check if he's ready.Approaching the door, I knock lightly and ask her permission to enter.

—You can come in, I'm already dressed.

—Were you able to get dressed?

—Yes, you can just grab my bag and we'll be off."

I grab his bag, sling it over my shoulder, and help Tom to his feet.

—As you're going to school today, I think you'd better take your crutch, as you're still recovering.

We leave Tom's room and I help him down the stairs, we arrive in the kitchen and while I eat something, I analyze the plan for today, which Nikki left on the kitchen table.