What If

Chapter 15 - Remotes, Spiders and Lights

Thomas' P.O.V.
"Right, so what are we are gonna do about the hole in the wall?" Taylor asked me as I came back from the bathroom.

"We'll get a guy in tomorrow," I sighed, falling into the sofa and looking up at the television.

"Ooooh MotorGP!" I yelled with excitement, as Taylor switched the program to Sky Sports.

"Over my dead body!" She cried, quickly changing the program.

"You know, that could be arranged?" I smirked at her, but she just rolled my eyes.

"You couldn't tackle me to the ground, let alone kill me!"

"Is that a challenge?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Ha! Yeah right!" She laughed, switching her attention back to the television. Quietly, I stood up from the sofa, and crept up behind Taylor when she wasn't looking. Standing over her, I looked down at her face from above. Frowning, she looked up at me.

"Urm, what are you doing?" She asked with her eyebrows knitted together.

"This!" I began tickling her furiously round her middle. She shrieked and wriggled around on the sofa, but I was stronger than she was and I kept her pinned against the sofa.

"Thomas....stop it!" She cried through fits of laughter and shrieking.

"You mean deny a challenge? Never!" I laughed, tickling her more. Now that she was distracted, I swiftly grabbed the remote from her hand and sat down on the floor, my back against the bottom part of the sofa.

"Haha, I now have control!" I declared, as Taylor sat up and righted her clothes and hair.

"You little-!" She exclaimed, leaping from her sofa and trying to grab the remote from me.

"Oi, get off me!" I shouted, as she wrestled me for the remote.

"Not until I have that bloody remote!" She breathed heavily, reaching for it as I moved it from my left to my right.

"Okay then!" Grinning, I grabbed her round the waist and pulled her down onto her back. I pinned her arms up above her head and twisted my leg round hers so she couldn't kick at me.

"Thomas....get......off..." She huffed from underneath me, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

"You. Are. Not. Getting. This. Remote." I stated clearly, waving the remote slowly in front of her eyes. Suddenly, something changed in her eyes. They went from pleading to bloody wild. Taylor started smirking at me, and rose her eyebrows.

"Oh really?" And then she did something that I could not have predicted. With all her strength, she managed to kick me in my shin, and when I was distracted, push me to her left and tackle me down. Confused, I looked up to see her lying literally on top of me, her legs entwined in mine, and her hands around my wrists which were now above my head.

"H-how did you just do that?" I asked, looking at her with my eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"I have my ways," She smirked, slowly taking the remote from my grasp, "I'll be taking that!" As Taylor took the remote from me, she suddenly lost her balance, and started to fall to the side towards the coffee table. Quickly, I grabbed her arms (she had loosened the grip around my wrists, once she'd taken the remote) and held her close so that she didn't fall. Surprised, she sighed with relief and looked down at me. Her nose was about two inches away from mine, and her hands were now on my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my face, and it sent a weird tingling sensation down my spine.

"Oh I see, you take my remote, bloody humiliate me, and then you try to take advantage of me!" I smirked at her, which made her blush.

"Shut up! I did not!" She chuckled, hitting me playfully on the arm, before getting up and helping me to my feet. Still slightly red, Taylor sat back down on the sofa, and I sat down on mine. We ended up watching Elf for the next hour and a half. We both kept laughing at how ridiculous Buddy was in the film. When it had finished, we both said goodnight and headed into our separate rooms.