You Can Count On Me - Tom Daley Fanfic -

Chapter Three - Part One - Clean Version

A/N - So this is the clean version of Chapter 3 - Part 1. It's exactly the same just without the language.

*Next Day*

Indie's POV:

'Wake up!'

'Go away Owen, my head hurts!' I picked up one of the hotel pillows and threw it towards Owen. England had won their rugby match 30-3 and to celebrate the whole team had a party. I started off having a few drinks, they turned into shots and I can't remember much after that. I grabbed my phone off the bedside cabinet to check the time. I then remembered the huge crack in the screen and Tom. A grin took over my face.

'Why are you grinning like a weirdo?' Owen asked whilst doing his hair in the mirror, only wearing his joggers. As there is only a 3 year age gap between Owen and I, we get on really well; well apart from times he winds me up, like now.

'It's nothing and I am not a weirdo!' I looked back down at my phone. I couldn't help but grin. Then a thought crossed mind, why hadn't I thought of this yesterday? What is Tom's surname? I clicked my contacts and scrolled down to 'T'. I carried on scrolling past Tara, Tiffany and Tom Adams, then I saw it. Tom Daley.

'Something is clearly making you smile, have you finally met someone?' Owen said sarcastically. He walked over to get a clean t-shirt out of his suitcase. Why was be in my room anyway? He had his own double room next door. I just sat there in silence. That was a big mistake. Owen instantly knew I was hiding something. 'I knew something was going on!' He mumbled as he slid his t-shirt over his head. 'Who's the unfortunate guy that has to put up with you? It's not one the lads is it?'

'Shut up Owen, and to put you out of your misery, it's not anyone you know' I climbed out of the double bed, grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a top and went to have a shower.

*Later on in the day*

'You just need to insert your old SIM card to get all your old numbers back,' The man at the phone shop said as he passed me the new iPhone 5. I explained to dad about the phone accident and surprisingly he wasn't that bothered. We were on our way home from the hotel after an amazing weekend. Dad said we may as well get my phone sorted now as we were driving past the phone shop. I still hadn't received any texts off Tom but I kind of expected it. I mean we met in a car park, it's hardly a summer romance. Paul, the man serving us gave my dad the bill for my new phone whilst I inserted my old SIM card. I switched my phone on and waited for it to load. The screen lit up and then the phone started to bleep. It bleeped about 3 times then stopped.

'Someone's popular!' Owen muttered, trying to wind me up. I clicked the home screen button to see: 3 new messages - Tom Daley. My heart started to race, he had text me but I must have not received them because of my broken phone. I clicked on 'messages' then Tom Daley.

Hey, it's Tom! Sorry I didn't text sooner, I hope you haven't forgot me?;)x

Hey, it's Tom! Have I got the right number?x

If you don't want to speak to me, please just say and I'll leave you alone x

My heart sank. I can't believe he's been texting me and I haven't been able to reply. He must think I am such a cow. I quickly clicked on the box and started to reply to Tom:

Hey, it's Indie! I'm so sorry I haven't been replying but I've only just got a new phone. How can I forget you?;)x

'Someone's eager,' Owen said, watching me type my message to Tom. My fingers moving from letter to letter as fast as they could. I can always tell when Owen is bored, he takes to winding me up. Finding it hard to ignore Owen, I just glanced up from my phone screen and gave him an evil stare. Dad finished sorting out the details for my and we made our way back to his white Audi S5 Cabriolet. 

'Dad put the roof down!' I yelled from the back seat. I loved the feeling of speeding down the road, the wind blowing in my hair. We waited for the roof to fully open, then dad started the engine. I grabbed my sunglasses out of my bag and picked my phone up of the seat, just as it bleeped. I looked down at the screen.

It's okay, I thought you were ignoring me!;) What are you up too?x 

I still felt bad that I hadn't replied Tom. He seemed so genuine and he is good looking, which is always a bonus. I quickly replied to him, telling him that I was on my way home. We continued are conversation all the home, asking each other questions about school ect. I told him how I liked netball and he told me he was into diving and had done well in many competitions.

As soon as we arrived home I ran straight to my room, it had only been a weekend but I'd missed my own bed so much. Something else I'd missed was my laptop. My dad refused to let me take it and with my phone breaking, I haven't been on twitter in ages. I switched on my Macbook Pro and switched on some music whilst I waited for it to load. Paradise by Coldplay came on shuffle and I immediately felt relaxed. I practically fell on to my bed and logged on to twitter, just as my phone bleeped.

Have you got twitter?x

It was Tom. Normally I would find it annoying someone texting me so much but Tom was an exception. There was something about him that made him different to any other boy; I just hadn't worked it out yet.

Yeah @IndieFarrell94 :) why?x

Whilst waiting for Tom to reply, I clicked on my mentions. I had a few tweets off Maddy, Owen's girlfriend but apart from that my mentions were pretty dead. I got up to switch the song, I wasn't in the mood for depressing songs. I clicked the next button and Olly Murs - Army Of Two came on. I wondered back over to my bed to see Tom had replied to my message.

You'll have to wait and see ;)x

I couldn't help but let out a little giggle. I'd only known this boy for what, two days? And it already felt like we'd been friends since we were young. 

Oh I see how it is ;)x

 I couldn't help but flirt with him, it felt so natural. I decided to go down and get a drink. On my way down I passed Owen in his room with Maddy and my dad was in his study on the phone. We are such a sociable family. I grabbed a can of Fanta out of the fridge and walked back upstairs to my room. I opened the door to find my phone going crazy on my bed. I'd only just logged onto to twitter on my new phone so I thought it was just old messages coming through. I clicked back onto my mentions on my laptop to see a swarm of tweets from variety of different people. Most of them Tom Daley fan accounts. I scrolled down, then I realised what all the commotion was about. Tom Daley followed you. 

A/N - So this chapter was taking me forever to write so I've decided to split it into two. I'll do the second part as soon. I hope this hasn't got any language in it as I had to skim read it as I'm really busy.

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