DENY // AU Thomas Fanfiction

part four

please don't be a silent reader!

The sound of The Weeknd coming from the speaker fills my ears as I perform a concert in the shower.

"Could it be any louder?" I hear Thomas shout when he comes into the bathroom. I just chuckle to myself and continue to wash the sand off of my body.

I hear drawers open and shut close, and the sound of hands rummaging through them.

"Hm, what's this?" Thomas questions, talking to himself.

"What's what?" I ask, curious.

"Tam-Tampax." He replies. I peek my head out of the shower curtain with horror written all over my face. I look up at Thomas who's very confused when I reach my hand out and smack the tampon away from him.

"Don't touch that drawer Tommy!" I yell, resuming back to my shower, red painted all over my face.

"Oh. Ohhhh. Yikes. I was just looking for my razor." Thomas finally realizes and I roll my eyes. How can one be sixteen yet so oblivious to this kind of stuff? I start to hear him laugh crazily, smacking his leg in the process.

"Freaking grow up, Tommy," I huff out, Turning off the shower. "Now get out, I'm naked."

"Yes ma'am." Thomas responds. I wait until I hear the bathroom door close behind him, then I get out of the shower. I slip into my floral mini dress that hugs my waist and gets loose at the thighs. My all time favorite and number one choice for any summer occasion. This occasion being a fancy dinner which I know is still hours away but I've gotta get ready in advance!

"Tommy, can you braid my hair?" I walk out of the bathroom, seeing him on our bed scrolling on his phone.

"But it's wet." He looks up to me with furrowed eyebrows.

"So it can dry nicely! And I don't want to worry about taking care of my curls for tonight." I jump on the bed, sitting in front of him. I already have my two light pink bows which match my dress that I hand to him. Thomas adjusts himself so he's sitting comfortably, facing me.

"Two, right?" He asks.

"Yup." I reassure him, popping the "p".

"Okay." He mumbles as he splits my hair into half and puts the chunks of even hair over both of my shoulders, starting on the first one. We were five years old when I first taught him how to braid hair. Mom would always pull so hard and it would hurt like hell, and obviously Dad nor Connor wanted to do it so Thomas was my last resort. He never complained though, and he was a pretty quick learner. I taught him how to do the basic braids as well as french, which is what he's doing right now. AKA, my favorite type of braid.

I stare intently at his features as he really focuses on my hair. His tongue slightly peeking out of the corner of his mouth, making me smile. I admire his right jaw, which I always have because of those moles that trail down his cheek to his neck. I then look up at his eyes, which are working very hard at paying attention on my hair.

"Hate to break it to you but I can't focus when you're staring, Rye." He meets his eyes with mine, and I realize I guess I have been staring for the past few minutes. Shit.

"Well what do you want me to do? You're the only slightly interesting thing in the room." I say in a duh tone.

"Well stop, you're distracting me." He attempts to focus back on my hair, which is almost finished. A small smirk grows on my face and his cheeks taint with a slight pink tint.

"Done!" He cheers, giving me that side smile that makes me fold so hard. "It looks amazing."

"Thank you, Thomas!" I give him a little peck on his cheek before I skip out of the room.

If only I could've given him a peck on the lips!

***

The Gossip Girls...And Boys

Brenda
guys can we all watch inside out 2
when yall get back

Newt
oh there's a sequel?

Brenda
yuh

Rylie
oh em gee yes we have to

Teresa
that sound so fun!!
tommy are you going to go?

Rylie
teresa how many times do i have to tell
you that only i can call him that 😤

Teresa
i knowwww, it just fits him
perfectly

Thomas
yeah let's all go, sounds good 👍

Minho
yas i'm in

Brenda
yay the friend group is finally
getting together

Minho
well one third of us are already
together 🙄

Rylie
it's okay to be jealous min ;)

Minho
how dare you assume i'm
jealous.
*left on read*

***

I roll my eyes looking back at Teresa's text. I mean, it really shouldn't be getting me that mad but it just does something to me. My stomach churns in jealousy.

"What's up?" I hear Thomas in the living room. I walk over to see that he's on the phone. I sit next to him on the love seat and peer over his shoulder.

Teresa.

"Hey Teresa!" I put on a fake smile and wave when Thomas points the phone in my direction. I notice that her smile immediately falters just slightly, causing me to boil in anger but I don't show it.

"Why'd you call?" Thomas asks, pointing his phone in his direction again.

"Oh, uhm, never mind. I forgot, bye!" Before he had a chance to say bye, she already hung up.

"What was that about?" I look up at Thomas, confusion written all over my face. He just shrugs his shoulders though, clearly not bothered. This just makes me more upset.

"I don't like her," I confess, crossing my arms over my chest and bringing my legs up closer to me. "Her mood always changes as soon as I come into the picture. She never seems excited to see or talk to me. And let's not forget about the fact that she's totally in love with you. So she's like jealous of me or something. I guess because we always hang out, but that doesn't mean she has to be rude to me."

"Wow. Now that you say that out loud, I kind of understand you," He scoffs, annoyed. "But come on, don't let it get to you."

He pulls me into his arms. He rubs my back in small circles and my head rests on his chest. I feel it rising up and down which always seems to comfort me, knowing I'm safe with him.

"You know I love you." He whispers into my ear, sending chills through my body.

"I love you too." I smile against his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso.

If I could I would stay here forever.