Unbreakable Vows (Tom Felton)

The One With Radioactive Snails and Girlfriends: 6

Haha, wow. I actually uploaded...Its's been a few months huh? Sorry about the wait for anyone who reads. If I had actually stuck to posting chapters on time, I might have finished all my stories. -.- But oh well. BTW, this is my 3rd attempt at chapter 6. I haven't written in awhile so please tell me if you see any changes or things that you like or dislike. Just no meanies.

No guarentee that I'll change everything though.

Enjoy please.

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“You had your kiss and now I had mine. Our crushes are resolved. We can get over this whole incident now.”

Thatwas one of the most daring moves I made. Ever. Little old Ollie kissed her newly found friend at an attempt to solve this whole mess of a kiss.

And surprisingly, it worked great. I felt great after that. Tom actually didn't mind the kiss either and it wasn't akward at all. So who would have thought that two kisses actually make a right?

So having had a fabulous day with Tom, I went to bed full of good vibes.

And that's how I woke up.

I sat up from the soft bed and stretched my body, curving my back then cracking my joints. Feeling less tense, I pushed myself off the bed, padding down to the bathroom. I yawned into my hand about to grab the soap before I suddenly caught a glimpse at my appearance. My eyes fell on the skinny scabbed cuts and the already pink scars. My eyes wavered at the sight.

I was a bloody mess wasn’t I?

Sighing, I took the face towel and drenched it in warm water. I started scrubbing my face, trying to submerge myself in comfort. Time will heal everything, I thought assuredly. No need to worry Olivia. You’ll be fine. Tom told you that yesterday. You’re going to be as fresh as a meadow, just like a new Spring, you'll bloom just as bright as you once did.

No worries.

After finishing my morning routine, I walked to the kitchen in search of a nice cup of coffee. I climbed down the stairs only to see Tom and a bunch of toys. He was just standing there, looming over the things with his hand in his hair.

A sly idea popped into my head and I tip toed my way into his personal space. “Aren’t you a bit…old to be playing with toys Tom?” I asked teasingly, catching him by surprise.

He turned around, immediately smiling at me. “Oh, Olivia, you’re awake. Good morning.”

I nodded in adknowledgement. Still in the mood for a tease, I picked up the girliest looking toy which happened to be the pink fuzzy unicorn. “Good morning to you too lovely but you didn’t answer my question. Plus isn’t playing with cute unicorns also inappropriate for a young man like you?”

“I didn’t put them there.” He said with a defiant tone. “Mum put them here. She told me that she found them in the basement along with my othertoys.”

“You still keep your toys Tommy?” I grinned cheekily.

“I meant old TOYS.” He clarified.

“Hah, well they are quite a cute bunch. I certainly like this one…” I reached out for the dragon plush that managed to have fallen on the floor. “They look familiar too…”

“They ought to be.” Tom agreed, walking closer to me. “We used to play with them when we were younger. This little guy,” he pointed, “was Chris’s toy. I remember you used to whine over it because Chris claimed it could fly.”

The flash of recognition came to me as I prodded the toy. Its green hue and worn out figure finally brought back some memories. I smiled; glad to have remembered such fine things. “I can’t believe you guys kept them.”