My Darling [2] || tom holland

Two - Wilderness Scouts

September 9, 2017
Montreal, Canada

I sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea and staring at the royal blue skies of Montreal. All three of the boys were still sleeping since it was only 4am. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but thanks the jet-lag, I was wide awake at ridiculous times. I was gonna regret this when I got back to Birmingham but right now I was bored out of my brains. To occupy myself, I decided to clean the bungalow and tidy everything up. Three boys in one area equals complete and utter chaos.

I tiptoed around the bungalow as I cleaned the whole building ceiling to floor, careful not to drop something or move too quickly, in case I woke them up. By the time the sun had risen at 6:30am, I had finished tidying the living room, kitchen, utility room, loaded the dishwasher, washed the boys' clothes and organised their documents and Tom's schedule. I assumed it would be another couple of hours before anyone resurfaced so I trudged back to the room.

Surprisingly, when I opened the door, Tom wasn't in bed but sitting on the side tying the laces of his walking boots. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and titled my head to the side.

"You're awake," I said matter of factly.

He looked up at me and smiled.

"Well done, Ellen. Gold star for observation," he joked.

I folded my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"I mean, it's your weekend off. I thought you'd be sleeping or resting," I said.

"I've been getting up before the crack of dawn everyday for weeks. My body clock doesn't let me sleep or rest for longer than that," he told me.

Once he'd finished tying his laces, he stood up and walked over to me, pecking me on the cheek.

"How did you sleep?" He asked.

"Really well. 12 hours of travelling helps with insomnia," I said.

"I could tell with all that snoring you were doing," he said.

He did an impression of theatrical snoring as he moved past me and down the corridor. My mouth gasped open and I placed my hand in my chest in mock offence.

"I do not snore!"

"Yes. Yes, you do."

"No, I don't. Do I?"

"Yep!" His voice yelled from around the corner he had disappeared.

I followed him into the kitchen where he was taking out sausage and bacon for breakfast. He turned the hob on and got a frying pan out of the cupboard.

"I'll cook breakfast for everyone and then we're going somewhere," Tom told me.

"Where?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

"A place in the mountains we found that's perfect for campfires and roasting marshmallows. It's beside a lake," his pitch got higher as he spoke excitedly about this location.

"That's so American," I laughed.

"That's offensive. We're in Canada," he joked.

I rolled my eyes and opened the drawer to get the cutlery out. I started to set the table for breakfast when Harry and Harrison appeared from their rooms, looking dazed and tired. I gave them a look of sympathy and rubbed Harry's shoulder as he trudged past me.

"You had a late one?" I said.

He nodded and groaned.

"And I would've appreciated a lie in but he threatened us with a court martial if we didn't get up for this hike," Harry told me, pointing to Tom.