Unforgotten Love (Tom x Reader x Tord)

Ch. 1

(Y/f) = Your friend

(Y/n) = Your name

(Reader's P.o.v)

I pushed the last box in my room as I sighed happily.

"There. That's the last of them," I say happily.

I turned around as I just sighed even more as I see all of my boxed stuff lined up and piled up.

I pout, "If only they were out of their boxes." 

I just got a full time job of being a bartender in a rich hotel. I know a couple of cocktail drinks but I guess it's better than working at McDonalds or something else that could be worse. My phone started ringing as I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked as I opened one of my boxes with my keys.

"Hello sweetie, have you moved in yet?" asked my mom as I could tell that she was worried for me.

My mom never really agreed to the idea of me being alone in my new house but what can I say? I wanted to get out of the house since my mom and dad were always nagging me to get a husband and etc.

"Yes. I was just about to start unpacking," I say as I placed my phone between my chin and elbow as I looked through my box.

"Oh okay. I just wanted to know how your doing," My mom says but she adds, "But if you happen to change your mind, you could alwa-"

"Mom. I'm old enough to live on my own so stop worrying already," I say as I cut her off before she finished her sentence.

I talked to my mom for a few minutes as we then said our good-byes before my mom says that one phrase that I never liked to here.

"Don't forget to talk to your new neighbors, " my mom says in a matter-of-fact-tone. 

I sighed heavily as I never really liked interacting with strangers besides work because talking to people in work and in real life are entirely different things. I rubbed my face as I finished hanging up my clothes. 

"Yes. Mom," I say in a defeated manner since I didn't want to anger her if I happen to start another argument about talking to my new neighbors or meeting new people.

We said our good-byes as I looked through my other boxes. I manage to set up my bedroom but the rest of the rooms were filled with boxes and furniture. I looked at the time as I got up to change in my work clothes. I grabbed my coat and purse as I walked towards my car as I got in and started the engine. I then backed up and started driving to my work place.

(Time skip thanks to Matt's large amount of mirrors)

I parked my car in the employees-only parking space as I walked towards the hotel and walked to the bar place. Mr. Gutterson, my manager, greeted me as I nodded at him as I went to the break room to set my stuff in the locker. I was about to go to the bar counter until a person jumped behind me. 

"A-ack!" I yelped as I turned my head to see (Y/f). 

"Heyyyy (name)! Did you unpack all of your stuff yet??" (Y/f) asked as I pulled them off my back.

"No not all of them," I say as I walked to the counter as I started making a washing a cup. 

"Really? Okay. If you need me, I'll be in my station," (Y/f) says happily as (she/he) happily skipped to the casino area.

"So how's your day (name)?" Mr. Gutterson asked.

Mr. Gutterson is like a 32 year old man that used to own this hotel but his great-grandson is taking care of it now. He's a friend of my dad and is also the one that offered me this job. He may be old but he still looks like he's in his 20s. I asked what's his secret to being young but all he told me was kindness but he was just pulling my leg and finally said that it's his little secret.