The Boy Next Door

Chapter 8

*Tom POV*

    "Oh come on, don't be a sore loser!" I teased. I looked at Millie sitting on the couch pouting playfully.

    We had just finished an intense game of Uno and she lost.

   I crawled up to her kissing her cheeks. Then trying with her lips but she blocked me. "No not yet, Thomas!"

    I groaned. "Why must you make me wait to kiss you." I playfully stuck out my bottom lip and batted my eyes.

   "It will come when the time is right, hun." She winked. I lay my head down in her lap as she started to run her hands through my hair.

   "You know you're beautiful right?"

    She giggled lightly, I loved when she laughed. I loved everything about her, she was so perfect. "How can I forget with you telling me every five minutes?" She looked down at me and kissed my forehead.

   "You should come to set with me today!" I said excitedly. "Then after you should totally come home and stay the night with me." I wriggled my eyebrows and smirked, watching her smile and role her eyes.

   "Okay, sure."

   I helped Millie up of the floor and we headed out.

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    It was nice having Millie around the set for a couple of hours it made my job a bit easier to handle. I loved seeing her beautiful face during takes.  "So we will be filming here this week then it's off to Atlanta for half of the year, with occasional breaks here and there."

    Millie stopped walking and turned around blank faced. "Half a year? Occasional breaks? Tom I'll barely see you!" She whined and frowned.

    "I want to bring you along I really do but I don't think they'd let me right now as we're doing really big scenes as they don't want a ton of people on set darling. I will try my best though, I promise."

    She smiled sadly and looked up at me.

    "Tom they need you in the makeup room."

    I nodded and gave the set worker a thumbs up. "Alright babe, listen I've gotta get to work now, you're welcome to stay or head back to the house. I should be home around seven."

    She gave it a thought and decided she was going to head back to the house and get some stuff done.

   "I think I'll head home, I'll make dinner for you!" She smiled excitedly.

   "Alright princess, I'll call one of the drivers around, they'll take you home." I gave her a kiss on the forehead and watched the car drive away till it was out of sight.

    I was one lucky man.

   *Your POV*

   "Thanks Jay!" I smiled and shut the car door heading up to Tom's house. I set my bag on the counter and got cooking. I baked brownies, made homemade fettuccini alfredo and a Cesar salad. My mother used to make everything from scratch; sauce, noodles, everything. She's who taught me how to cook. I set the table for the two of us as the other boys were spending a few days back home in England.

    I served up the dishes and glanced at the clock. 'Six fifty eight, he should be home soon.' I thought. I sat at the table patiently waiting, glancing at the clock every couple minutes.

    'Seven o'clock, eight, nine, ten.' Hours went by and I got tired of waiting. The food had gone cold and to waste. I blew out the candles and started to pick up. 'He's not going to show up any time soon.' I thought to myself, and I was right. I rolled over in bed and glanced at the clock. 'Two thirty six.'

    I tossed and turned waiting, when I heard the downstairs door unlock. I was pissed, and I sure was about to show it too. 

"Where have you been?" I looked at Tom from the stairs as he stumbled in the door. He was obviously drunk off his ass.

    "I, w-was out." He slurred.

    I rolled my eyes and grabbed him pulling him to the couch.

    "Well, thanks for standing me up tonight. I made dinner, desert, set the table, everything. You never showed up."

    He looked up his eyes had bags and were watery. I felt bad but at the same time I was pissed at him. "I'm really, I- I'm, sorry, M-Millie,". he stumbled out, looking at me. I went around the living room and grabbing blankets and pillows.

   "Yeah I'm sure you are. Meanwhile you're drunk of your ass, probably don't even know what you're sorry for," I hissed and threw the blankets at him.

    "Enjoy sleeping downstairs."

    Yes it was his house but I didn't care. I was mad and I wanted to cry and he needed to realize what he did.

    "Millie, p-please." He started to get up stumbling to grab my arm.

    "Get off me Tom!" I yelled. I watched as he stumbled back a bit shocked by my outburst. "Just, leave me alone right now." I walked upstairs, slammed the door shut and fell on my bed sighing deeply with tears in my eyes.

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    A couple hours went by, and I was still a bit weepy, and hadn't gotten any sleep. I heard the creek of the door and turned over to see Tom.
 
  "Don't talk, just listen." Clearly sobered up, he walked over to me and got in bed holding me tight.

    "I'm sorry Millie, I was such an asshole tonight. I forgot I told you I'd be home and instead I stayed late and went to the bar with Harrison and some of the crew. I don't know what happened to me but I am truly sorry and it won't happen again."

    I couldn't stay mad at him, and his apology sounded sincere. "I forgive you." I whispered curling up to him.

   "Does that mean I can stay in bed with you?" He questioned.

    "Yes it does Thomas." I smiled and kissed his cheeks, then looked at his lips. He sat up and turned his head looking at me. He knew what I wanted. He leaned in getting closer to my lips. My heart raced as I moved forward to meet his. When our lips met they seemed to fit perfectly. They molded together making my heart flutter. We pulled apart, but I craved more. He pecked my lips gently once more before laying down and grabbing me. Goodnight princess."

    I blushed and closed my eyes. "Goodnight love."

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