You Can Count On Me - Tom Daley Fanfic -

Chapter Three - Part Two

A/N - Contains a bit of language

Indie's POV:

So that's why he was asking for my twitter. I scrolled back to read some of the tweets people had sent me.

You're so lucky, Tom followed you!x

So jealous that Tom fucking Daley followed you :D

Go die in a hole, you ugly bitch

Most of the tweets were good, the occasional one hate. I clicked on to Tom's profile to see he was verified. I read his bio - I'm not a swimmer! I'm a diver! Haha. I let out a little giggle. I followed him back and sat in silence, wondering what to do. Shall I tweet him? Text him? During my thoughts, I noticed I had a DM. I opened it and it was off Tom.

Surprise! ;)x

Haha, thanks for that! My mentions are now full of fangirls :')x

Get used to it ;)x

Get used to it? What was that meant to mean?

*Next Day*

'Indie! Come downstairs, Owen and I need to speak to you!' I heard dad's voice echo around the hall and up the stairs. I lent over to see it was 8:30. Why was he waking me up so early? It must be important. I put on my dressing gown and made my way downstairs. Dad and Owen were stood in the kitchen, both looking at the iPad, I got a glass of orange juice and joined them.

'What's up?' I glanced over at the iPad to see what they were looking at. Owen moved in front of me so I couldn't see. 'Hello? You called me down here and now you won't tell me what's going on?' I'm starting to get used to being ignored, since mum has been away with work, I hardly get spoken too.

'We've got some news,' Dad began. Butterflies began to form in my stomach. Was it mum? Was she okay?

'Go on..' The butterflies were getting worse by the second.

'Don't look so scared, it's not that bad,' Owen laughed then returned his focus back to the iPad.

'Be quite Owen!' Dad said whilst giving Owen a gentle slap on the arm. 'Well basically, Owen has been offered to play for Plymouth Albion,'

'Oh, I thought something was wrong with mum,' I let out a sigh of relief. 'So are you moving to Plymouth I wandered over to Owen, noticing he was on Rightmove looking at houses.

'Yeah, I don't want anything too posh though,' He clicked on a house he liked the look of. It wasn't too posh or too expensive. 'The question I wanted to ask you was, do you want to come with me?' Owen stopped messing with the iPad and looked straight at me.

'Wow, erm, I wasn't expecting that!' I placed my glass of orange juice on the work top and sat on a breakfast-bar stool. I think I was more shocked at the fact that Owen wanted me to go with him.

'I know you've got school but it's the holidays in a week so you could always get your work emailed over or you could even start a new school?' Dad began. This was information over load; I didn't know what to say. Start a new school? What about Ali?

'I'll have to think about it, how long until you leave?' I asked quietly.

'5 days, I leave on Saturday. I'm going to training now so have a think about it,' Owen grabbed his training bag from the utility room and his keys for his Audi Spyder and walked out the back door. The whole room fell silent.

'I'm going for a meeting now sweetheart so you can do what you want, ask Ali over if you want?' Dad said, breaking the awkward silence. He grabbed his car keys, gave me a kiss on the head and headed out the back door, just like Owen. The door slammed. It was just me and my dog Lola, she was a white miniature Pomeranian and I loved her to pieces. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and wandered back to my room. I gazed out the window to see dad's car at the bottom of the drive, stopping at the big gates. I felt so trapped here in London, maybe it was a good idea to move to Plymouth with Owen.

Lola jumped on my bed whilst I got my laptop out. I still had hundreds of messages congratulating me on my follow off Tom. I'd already phoned Ali and she was on her way over. I'd got changed into a pair of shorts and a top as it was really hot outside. I heard the buzzer for the gates go off downstairs. Ali knew the code, she just rang the buzzer so I knew she was there. I left my laptop resting on my bed whilst I went downstairs to open the door. Lola followed me down and greeted Ali at the door.

'Hey!' Ali practically threw herself through the front door and hugged me. She was wearing a summer dress that was just above her knee, wedges and large sunglasses.

'Hi!' I returned the hug. I wanted to tell Ali about Plymouth but now wasn't the right time, she'd only just arrived. Ali removed her shoes then we walked back to my room.

I hadn't spoken to Ali since before the rugby match so we had loads of gossip to tell each other. I wasn't going to mention Tom though. Ali goes all funny when I say I've met someone; it's as if she doesn't want anyone else to be friends with me. I had to break up with my ex, Xavier, because she was being really weird. I've been single since then (over 18 months). Ali told me what I'd missed whilst I'd been away and I told her about the phone incident, leaving out the part with Tom.

I fancied a drink so I quickly ran downstairs to get some lemonade, leaving Ali upstairs with Lola. On the way back up, I stopped by the giant fish tank, well it was more of a wall between the kitchen and dining room. How could I leave everything here? I was so happy, I was at a good school, I knew people around here, I would have non of that in Plymouth. I skipped back to my room to find Ali on my laptop, a look of shock was spread across her face. Like I'd done something wrong.

'So were you ever going to tell me about this Tom guy?' She near-enough yelled at me, turning my laptop towards me and pointing at Tom's twitter profile. Shit, I'd left my twitter logged on.

'Erm, yeah of course I was,' I stuttered. Ali was scary when she was like this. I wasn't sure what to do.

'Why do I think you were going to keep this a secret? I thought we were friends?' Ali had lost it, she threw my straighteners off my bed onto the floor and got up.

'Honestly I was going to tell you! We are friends,' I placed my glass on my dresser and picked the straighteners off the floor. Why does Ali act like she owns me? This was getting beyond a joke, I'm in my own house, she can't tell me what to do! 'Ali, please can you leave!' I pointed towards the bedroom door. Surprisingly, Ali got the message and walked straight out of my room, down the marble stairs and out of the front door. I quickly ran to my window to check she'd actually gone out of the gates and not hidden anywhere. This outburst had changed my view on moving to Plymouth. I was going and nothing would stop me.

A/N - Bit of a longer chapter, sorry it doesn't really contain much Tom but I promise the next few chapter will. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.

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