Taking 10: A Boys of Tommen Fanfic

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Tadhg:
I come out of the bathroom to see Ella and joey standing in my room talking.
"I'm gonna give Ella a spin home wanna come" joe asks.

I look at her, her gaze on the floor and decide to make this not awkward.
"Nah, I should probably get ready for training"

"Grand, cmon Ella"
He walks out with Ella a few steps behind, my gaze finds her flushed one and throw her a smirk.
Bad move.
This is meant to not be awkward asshole.

She just blushes and rushes out after joe.

Ella:
I'm sitting in the passenger seat of joeys car in a comfortable silence while he listens to music. At the thought of going home to my brother nerves rack through me.

He pulls up across from my house and I breathe out a sigh of relief at the sight of no car in our driveway.
Unbuckling my seatbelt I give my thanks to joe and say bye.
Closing the door I head across the road pulling out my set of keys and unlocking the door.

I take off my shoes and sprint up the stairs. As I walk past Ciaran's room I spot his bed made.
Hmm that's weird, I made his bed yesterday morning and he never makes it himself. Ever.
Did he not come home last night?
That would be an absolute gift sent from the angels

I run downstairs to check the sofa and a load of fear and disappointment run through me at the messed up sitting room I cleaned yesterday.
He slept on the couch.
This is why I never get my hopes up.

The room isn't just used but trashed with broken glass and spilled vodka all over the place.

Looks like someone had a tantrum and threw the bottle at the wall.

I feel sick at the thought of how angry he must've been. The impending doom of Ciaran arriving home hangs over my head.

This is it.
He's going to lose it.
He's angry enough if I'm only an hour late never mind not coming home at all.

At the thought of him coming home to an unclean house and angry at me makes it even worse which is why I get out every cleaning product imaginable and scrub our house from top to bottom.

It took me a solid 3 hours to clean this place and that's saying a lot about a three bedroom house the size of a shoebox.

The house is kept in good condition by me so it is quite nice.

Ciaran still hasn't arrived home and the impending doom leering over my head is only becoming heavier with every passing minute.

Heading up to my room I get into my bed pulling my covers up and get out the nicest thing I own. My iPod. Tadhg got it for me for my birthday in June.

My birthday was fabulous. I hung out at Tadhg's house all day and had dinner and cake with his family.

I flip on my favourite song. Iris by the googoo dolls.
That song feels all too relatable,yet it calms me.

After listening to the song on repeat for about thirty minutes I hear the door bang downstairs and my heart drops.

I hear loud stomps race up the steps and in fear I hop out of my bed with my back pressed against the wall.

My bedroom door swings open.