Polar Opposites [TomTord Fanfic]

A New Start

•~Tord's P.O.V.~•

I paused for a moment. He was offering for me to stay at his place? Umm.....what the heck is going on here? He literally just went off on me and now he's apologizing and offering me to stay at his place?

WHAT EVEN IS THIS GUY??

I didn't even notice that I was still crying while I gave him my answer.

"Um..y-yeah. Sure. Thank you." I replied finally.

I smiled warmly at him. He smiled back, but only a little.

God, I love his smile. Even if it's a small one.

I walked with Tom back to his apartment. I know I was just here like 10 minutes ago, but I couldn't help but look around like it's my first time here.

"So....where will I sleep?" I asked.

"Well, you can either sleep in the guest room or on the couch. The guest room is really really small though..." Tom's gaze fell on the couch. I'm pretty sure he wanted me to sleep on it.

I sat down on the couch and yawned. It was around 9 PM, I think. Maybe. I don't know. But I got tired sooner than I expected. Normally I'll fall asleep around 11 PM or midnight. It depends on the activities that I've done that day.

But I think I know why I was so tired so early.

It was because I was crying so much earlier today.

"I think that I'm gonna fall asleep soon..." I said sleepily. I yawned again.

Tom laughed a little.

"Alright. I'll be in my room if you need me." Tom said, and he walked down the hall and into his room.

I took my hoodie off and folded it up. I lied down and put it under my head, so it acted as a pillow.

I stared up at the ceiling with droopy eyes.

Why would Tom let me stay here?

Why was he being so nice after he went off on me?

Why......?

After all of those thoughts rushed through my head, I became sleepier and sleepier. Before I fell asleep, one more thought fogged up my mind.

Does Tom even know how sorry I am?

After I thought about that for about 10 minutes, I finally fell asleep.

Goodnight Thomas!

~•The Next Day in Tord's P.O.V.•~

I woke up around 10 AM. I think. I don't know. I'm bad at keeping track of time.

I rolled over onto my side, not wanting to wake up.

"Mmm.....five more..... minutes...." I groaned.

I heard a chuckle from the kitchen.

It was Tom.

My God, I love his laugh. Even if it's small and quiet. It's still adorable either way.

"Stop laughing...at meee....mmm....." I mumbled.

"Well then why don't you make me, commie?" Tom remarked.

I laughed a little at his response. As much as I hate to admit it, I love it when he calls me commie. I don't know why, but I just do.

I rolled over once more so I was facing the room. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that Tom was in the kitchen. He was making breakfast. How thoughtful!

I slowly got up and walked to the kitchen stretching and rubbing my eyes. I stood next to Tom.

"Whatcha making?" I asked him in a childish tone.

"Breakfast. Duh." He replied.

He was playing that game, huh? Well two can play at that game!

"Obviously." I replied. "Well I'm thirsty." I walked back to his room and came out with a bottle of his Smirnoff and started drinking it right in front of him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Tom asked me annoyed.

"Drinking. Duh." I remarked as I drank some more.

"Aw hell naw!" Tom half-drinken and ran from the stove over to me and tackled me.

I was holding up the alcohol while Tom was on top of me. Sexy beast, that's what he is!

I smiled and looked him in the eye.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked me. Then I think he realized why I was smiling and quickly got off of me and walked back to the stove.

"Uh... actually, you can keep the drink. I have more...." He trailed off.

I could've sworn I saw him blush. Maybe it was just my imagination.