London // A Tom Holland Fan Fiction

4- Tea

I stepped away from him, perplexed. "Jess. I'm kidding, not about the tea but" he cut off and began frantically pacing, as though to build tension, but he was struggling. "Tom relax, lets go make some tea. How does that sound?" I smiled at him, my cheeks rosy. He walked past me and towards my bedroom door where for a split second our hands grazed. And those few seconds were sensational. I followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen where he crouched down beside Tessa and began to cuddle her, petting her on the head and belly. "Come on" he said, "Come cuddle her, she really is lovely" he chuckled. I sat down on the floor beside him and Tessa, petting her head as she rolled on my kitchen floor, acting like a puppy again. "She's beautiful" I remarked, my eyes not leaving her,
"She really is" agreed Tom. Although he wasn't looking at Tessa, but at me. I could see his big brown eyes glaring at me, but not in a weird way in the cute way that gave me butterflies in my stomach.
The kettle was steaming away, screaming to remind us that the water had boiled. I made our tea. Black no sugar for me, and milky for Tom, just how he liked it. He complimented my 'nack for brewing' which seemed to be a really northern saying but once said with a London accent sounded totally cockney based. Tessa barked at my feet, I crouched down to meet her height, "Hey, girl" I said to her in that baby voice every pet owner puts on when they talk to an animal,
"She likes it when you tickle her belly" Tom informed me, like I wouldn't already know that. Instead of back chatting, I simply smiled and said okay. Tessa was soon laying on her back, all four legs in the air as I scratched her furry stomach. We sipped our hot tea for a few moments whilst stood in the kitchen until Tom began to walk into the living room and sat down on my couch (where I hadn't even sat myself yet) so I joined him. The chat was flowing as bleeping was coming from upstairs, "I'll be right back" I said, standing up to retrieve my phone from my bedroom. "Don't be silly, I'll get it" claimed tom, jogging past me and up my stairs within a flash. Thuds could be heard as he clattered around in my bedroom, searching for my phone before the thuds became louder as he came down the stairs and stood beside me. "Your parents are on their way home" he started, sounding nervous. "should I go?" He handed me my phone as I shook my head. "Let's go out?" I suggested. We both agreed to head back to the park and relax for a bit. I grabbed the keys, and Tom grabbed Tessa as we made our way out of the house and down the steps towards the road. I locked my house and grabbed Tessa's leash from Tom's grasp, before I set off running down the road,
"Come catch me!" I yelled, a playful mood creeping upon me. Like lightening, he set off running, chasing me whilst we made our way back to the park. I won, hands down. To say I had a about a 50ft head start, I thought his effort was good, but not good enough. I sat on the bench next to the gate, waiting for Tom to catch up, expecting to look down the road and see him sprinting. But he wasn't there. I sat back down and began petting Tessa on the head, nervously.
"Tom!" I called out, worry consuming me like a devil, I was struggling to breathe. "Tom!" I screeched once again, begging this time, hoping he would just walk up to me and grab me. But he didn't.. I had lost him. Or so I thought! Suddenly, he jumped over the fence next to where I was stood, doing a flip in the air he landed effortlessly beside me. "Awww, was someone worried?" He pouted. I playfully pushed his chest away from me then jumped on him, engulfing him into a tight hug.