You Can Count On Me - Tom Daley Fanfic -

Chapter Two

Indies' POV

I ran towards the person who was picking my battered iPhone off the floor. What would happen if the person refused to give it back to me? What was I going to tell my dad? Butterflies started to form in my stomach, I hated talking to strangers; answering questions in class was a big ordeal for me, so this was beyond terrifying.

I still hadn't looked to see who the hand belonged to. To get the person's attention, I coughed a little. By now I'd gathered that the finder of my phone was a boy with lush brown hair. He seemed quite tall and was wearing jeans and a 3/4 length t-shirt. I couldn't see his face as he had his back to me but I couldn't help but stare a little.

'Sorry, can I help you?' He asked, holding my phone in his tanned, muscular hand. I continued staring at him, it was hard not to. 'You can carry on staring if you want!' He smiled at me, letting out a little giggle. He had perfect white teeth. 

'Oh, I erm..I'm sorry about that,' I replied, feeling my cheeks turning red. How embarrassing. I looked down at my hands, twiddling my thumbs. I waited till my cheeks turned less red, then raised my head back up, looking directly into the mystery boy's eyes.The butterflies that were already in my stomach began to multiply. What was happening to me? We continued to look into eachother's eyes for what felt like forever but what was actually a matter of seconds. The mystery boy broke the eye contact and looked down to the phone that was sitting on the palm of his hand.

'Is this yours?' He clicked the lock screen button, making my phone light up. My lock screen picture was me and my best friend Ali. It was only just visible because of the giant crack that had spread across the screen. We met when we were 5 and have been inseparable since. I noticed a smile taking over Tom's face. He looked so cute when he smiled. 

'Erm, yes it is,' A huge grin took over my face. 'Thanks for finding it!' He handed over my battered iPhone.

'It's okay, how did it get over here?' He asked, a puzzled look on his face.

'Some guy knocked it out of my hand,' I explained.

'Oh right,' The name-less boy laughed. 'Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Tom'

'Indie' I immediately responded. That must have sounded really eager but Tom didn't seem to  notice. He just stood there, a gentle smile on his flawless face. I checked my  watch, 5 minutes till the second half started. Normally I'd be in a huge rush to get back to watch Owen but today was completely different. 'I'm going to get a Starbucks' I pointed towards the Starbuck's van. The ques had gone down now so it was a lot easier to see where things were. 

'I was just on my way over there,' Tom looked generally happy. I couldn't deny I was happy we were going in the same direction. We wandered towards the van. 'So how come you're here, it doesn't look like a place that you'd see someone as pretty as you' He smiled at me again, looking directly into my eyes. I felt myself blush. I've never been told I am pretty. Ever.

'My brother plays for England,' I seemed to be at ease around Tom. I've only known him for a matter of minutes but it feels like we've been friends for years.

'Who's your brother?' Tom seemed generally interested in what I was saying.

'Owen Farrel,' I usually hated telling people who my brother was. I want people to know me as me, not as 'Owen's sister'.

'Oh right, that must be pretty cool. So that means Andy Farrell is your dad?' I nodded. Tom sure knew a thing or two. He didn't look the rugby type though. 

'How come you're here, you don't look the rugby type?' I copied his tone from when he asked me why I was here.

'My brother is obsessed with rugby, so we bought him a ticket for his birthday,' Tom explained. We arrived at the Starbuck's van and I ordered another latte and Tom ordered a hot chocolate. We both paid and started to walk back towards the stadium. We carried on with our friendly conversation, like we'd known each other for years. Before we reached the entrance to the stadium, Tom stopped. I didn't want to leave him so I stopped too. 'I know this sounds really strange, but is it okay if I have your number?' He was right, it did sound a little strange but we got on so well it seemed a shame not to. We exchanged phones; I typed in my name and number and handed the phone back to Tom. He was struggling to type in his details due to the cracked screen.

'Sorry about that,' I piped up, pointing to the huge crack in the screen.

'It's okay, make sure you keep the same number when you get a new phone though!' He said, winking at me. He returned the phone to me.

'Haha, I will,' I replied. He was so pleasant yet he had a cheeky side to him. I liked it. 'Well I better get back to my seat,'

'I'll text you!' Tom quickly added. We both smiled at each other, then I strolled away back to my seat.  I could feel Tom staring at me but it didn't bother me. He seemed a generally nice guy but then it hit me, what if I never see him again?

A/N - Sorry if this chapter drags and if there are any spelling mistakes. Hopefully the next few chapters will be a bit more lively than this one.

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