𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 - 𝕿𝖔𝖒 𝕶𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖟

Beginning Of Us

*Tom's POV*

I spent yet another night with Charolette. I just love being in her arms, feeling her hands graze my back when she comforts me, lulling me to sleep. Her long nails massaging my hair, she enjoys twisting around my dreads too. Twisting them while she imitates braiding and I love it. Just because she did it. Tonight, she was falling asleep just watching normal TV. I couldn't stop staring at her, her relaxed cheeks, her softly shut eyes as she dreams. I wish she'd dream of me. But that never will occur. I decide maybe she wants to go to bed, I'll take her to her bedroom. I get up slowly, pushing the blanket against the back of the couch while I gently shake her side. Her eyes flicker open tiredly at me, a cute smirk appears when she sees me.
"C'mon, I'm taking you to bed Char."
I whisper, enjoying her breathtaking features. She groans, throwing the blanket across the top. She gets up with a little stumble, I help her. I take her to her bedroom, taking off both our slippers. She bought me my own pair because I'm over here so much, I might as well live here. I set them down next to each other, getting her situated in bed. She smiles very tiredly up at me, and my heart melts. She's so gorgeous, I wish I could award her for the most beautiful girl in the world.
"I'm so tired, Tom."
She whispers, giggling as I climb into the bed next to her.
"I know, that's why I took you to bed, dummy."
I laugh, pulling her close. I love holding her, her body fits perfectly in my grasp.
"Thank you, I need it."
She speaks softly now, her voice cracking a little. I pet her hair gently, letting her know the words I'm too afraid to say because I know I'll say something she doesn't want to hear.
"I love you."
She hums gently, scooting against my chest. Her hair on my face, the sweet smelling shampoo she uses carries me through the sky in my mind. Like I'm on a strawberry cloud. I love it. Soon she falls asleep, so I wrap my arms around her like she's mine. Because she is. She is mine.

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*Charlie's POV*

I wake up in Tom's arms. Tightly held against his chest. I blush once I realize, hiding my face in the sheets. I also realize that today is Saturday, and Tom probably wants to stay here with me. But I have to go to the shops for food, and some more cleaning products for my apartment. I slowly wiggle my way out of his grasp, he just re-adjusts and sighs. I smile at him, he's so adorable. I go get my clothes and get dressed, knowing Tom won't wake up. Then I brush out my hair and brush my teeth, quickly throwing on just a little mascara. I thought I looked like a slob but it doesn't matter much. My black sweat pants and Tom's hoodie looks good on me. I walk out to Tom sprawled across the entire bed, snoring. I had to hold my laugh, or else he'd get mad. I walk over to him, poking his forehead.
"Get up Tom, c'mon."
I say it in a song type of tone. He opens his eyes in a scared manner, sitting up fast.
"Huh?!"
He sighs immediately at the sight of me.
"Oh, fuck it's just you. I almost had a heart attack."
He holds his hand over his heart, looking to his lap. I laugh, unable to contain it.
"Who did you think it was? You're staying at my house, dumbass."
He snickers, getting out of bed. Shrugging, he pulls on the clothes he had yesterday. He doesn't say much after that, I scroll around on my phone while I'm waiting for him. He has his own toothbrush, slippers, and even some of his hats are over here. He practically lives here. But it doesn't bother me, I love when he stays here. I love cuddling with him, his head on my stomach while he snores quietly. His arms around me in bed, his soft breaths along my shoulders. His perfect cooking skills. He's perfect. I just wish he'd think the same of me. Maybe some day. Tom finally comes around, his shoes already on. He stands at my doorway, smiling at me.
"Ready!"
He coos, quite literally skipping to the front door. I roll my eyes, getting up and closing my phone; Putting it into my pocket. I walk over, slipping on my slide shoes. I pat Tom on the shoulder, alerting him that I'm ready now too. I grab my keys off the holder and we walk out, locking the door behind me.
I still didn't have a car, but I knew how to drive. Tom never let me drive his car though. Bill does. He opens the door for me, letting me get my seatbelt on and then closing the door gently next to me. He walks over to his side, getting in and backing us out into the street.
"So where are we going?"
"Shop please, I need things for my house."
He huffs out an annoyed sigh like a child, bringing me to the grocery shop. We park, and he insisted on opening my door for me again. He rushes to my side, bowing as he opens my door for me. I roll my eyes plafully, getting out of the car. He closes the door and walks behind me confidently, staying close in protective mode. I always adore this, I feel unsafe by myself and I think he knows this. Although I've never said a word about it to anybody. I grab a hand basket from the front and beginning at the fruits I love, gathering them into the basket. I take bananas, oranges, starfruit, peaches, and a few different others. Tom stands behind me at each station, watching around us closely. I finish, walking to the snack section. Tom's on my trail like a lost puppy. I grab some cookies, his favorites. Then I grab a few sweets and skittles. Ice cream is next, although they never have his favorite. We get there, and Tom runs up to each door, looking through them closely
He gasps, upturning his head to look at me. He points at a bucket through the glass, a childish smile acrossed his lips.
"They have it!"
He says, opening the door and taking the basket in his hands.
"Pleaseeee?!"
He gives me puppy dog eyes, holding the handle to his nose.
"Okay, fine we can get your lemon ice cream."
He quietly cheers to himself, placing it gently in the basket. It became a little heavy for me as we continued, so Tom took it for me. I protested but finally obliged because it was very kind of him. Even though he does it everytime he's with me for shopping. Finally we got to the paying part. Tom told me I could use his credit card, handing it to me in between his middle and pointer finger like a playing card. I snicker, putting it into the chip reader. He hugs me from behind as the payment processes, whispering in my ear but it was inaudible. He has a smirk on his face, but I give him a confused look.
"You'll see, I'll drop of the things first."
He whispers, smirking mischeviously. I begin to wonder if this is the day that I get to tell him exactly how I feel. I give him back the credit card just like he gave it to me, making him smile as he stuffs it back into his wallet.
"Here's your receipt ma'am. Have a nice day."
The old lady smiles, winking at me. I blush, taking the paper and bags. I carry a few, Tom carrying the rest. We get out to the car and put them in the back. He opens my door once again, and goes around the same way. He takes me home, unlocking my door and even going to the extent to put it all away for me. I didn't want him to overwork himself but he ignored my gesture. Overworking himself anyways. He made me change into something nice, I was so confused. He told me to wear my favorite dress. To which I did but confusedly. He left the room, closing the door behind him. I slipped on my dress. My absolute favorite just because of the design. The strap around my neck, the lace, the mesh, the length. Everything was my favorite about this dress. I slip it on with a pair of my black heels, my makeup is fine and my hair is still down and looking normal. When I exit, Tom's eyes light up just like I want them to.