Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

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"Are you?" I whisper, looking up at him, more tears falling.

"I am." Tom smiles, taking my bruised hands into his. Tom gets down on one knee, still holding both of my hands. "Liz Harrison, will you please, please, marry me?"

I lick my lips, tasting my salty tears that keep pouring out of my eyes. "Yes, a million times, yes."

Tom grins and stands up, taking my lips with him. He pulls me close, kissing me passionately. I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. We pull away, both of us breathing heavily.

"The ring's back in the room, I promise." Tom whispers to me, leaning his forehead against mine. I chuckle and rub circles on the back of his neck, slightly playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

"I don't care about any stupid ring." I mumble to him. "All I care about is spending the rest of my life with you."

"Come on, we need to go get you looked at." Tom tells me, taking my hand into his, leading me back to the hotel. I walk in step with him, leaning my head against his arm as we walk back.

When we finally got back to the hotel, Harrison, Harry, and a couple of security guys were at the door on the look out.

"Tom! Liz! Where in the bloody hell were you two? What the hell happened?!" Harrison demanded, rushing up to us. "Get them some medics."

The two guards walk off, obeying Harrison.

"It was all my fault, I swear. I was just going through something that I'm sure Tom will tell you about later." I cut Tom off before he could get a word in.

"That doesn't explain your black eye and the blood!" Harrison, gestures to our injuries.

"She was jumped." Tom says, tightening his grip on my hand. "We're fine. We're more than fine."

I smile up at Tom, leaning into him. Tom wraps his arm around me, kissing the top of my head.

The medics appear, taking us to their office place thing.

"Do we need to call the police?" Harry asks.

"No, we couldn't see their faces very well and besides, I kicked their ass." I snort as the nurse lady wraps a bandage around my now stitched up arm. They gave me some medicine to help with the pain, which happens to make me sleepy.

"You need a lot of rest, and keep ice on your eye, it'll help with the swelling." The nurse tells me before packing up and leaving.

I jump off the table, slightly losing my balance before catching myself and going over to Tom, giving him a tight hug, causing a groan to escape him.

"I'm sorry!" I squeak, pulling away quickly.

"No, you're just the thing to make me feel better." Tom mutters, pulling me back to him.

"Did you take a good hit into the ribs?" Harrison asks, snickering a bit.

"Just a couple." Tom shrugs, scratching my back. "I'm going to get her to bed, then I'll stop by your room. Yeah?"

"Yeah, goodnight, Lizzie Bizzie." Harrison gently rubs my shoulder.

"Night, Lizzie." Harry smiles.

"Night, guys." I mumble, nuzzling my head into Tom's chest.

Tom chuckles and directs me in the direction of the elevator.

I faintly remember getting into the elevator, but then everything else is a blur. I think I was sleep walking, but I'm not quite sure because I don't exactly remember...