Only You | T.Holland

Stop staring at my ass

I woke up to the sound of knocking at my door. My eyes fluttered open and it took me a moment to see past my blurry vision.

I felt arms around me so I gently turned around to see a sleeping Tom. My back was pressed tightly against his toned abs. I felt a strange sense of nostalgia as I laid wrapped in his arms.

"Shit." I mumbled, suddenly realising what we'd obviously done the night before.

I thought about all the mornings I would wake up cuddled in bed with the love of my life and how every morning - without fail - he would shower me with kisses and affection to show how much I meant to him.

And in an instant, I thought about the other woman he woke up to that morning. Had he kissed her neck too? Had he played with her hair, toying with the left over curls?

The sheet sat just below my waist, exposing my whole upper body. I didn't feel nervous about Tom seeing me.

Not only had he seen it all, I'd worked so damn hard to get to a point where I'm proud of my body.

The knocking was persistent so I sat up, but forgot about the looming hangover and was greeted with an extreme headache and a feeling of nausea settling in my stomach.

"Tom." I groaned, reaching behind me to tap his arm and get his attention. "Tom, get up." I rolled out of his grip and wrapped the sheet around my body enough to hide myself from anybody who could see through the window.

Tom groaned behind me as he shifted in the bed.

I grabbed his shirt from the ground, considering that I couldn't put on my dress because of how bad Tom tore it. I slipped on my panties and stumbled to the door, though it didn't occur to me to look through the peep-hole first before swinging the door open.

"Hey, kid. Came to see how you're doing." My eyes widened slightly as i closed the door enough so that Chris could see my head but not Tom's shirt that adorned my otherwise naked body. "You drank a lot last night, from what Lizzie told me." He laughed.

"Yeah, um, I'm not actually feeling too good. Hangover and everything. I'll come find you later, yeah?" I asked as I brought my hand up to rub my temple where the headache was becoming increasingly painful.

"Yeah, of course kid." He handed me a box of painkillers that'd been in his hand the whole time. He gave me a smile and left as I closed the door and leant against it.

As I looked up, I saw Tom sitting upright in the bed. He starred at me with a lob sided grin.

"I'll make some coffee." I said simply and made my way to the kitchenette on the other side of the room.

"Yeah that'd be great." Tom cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Are you wearing my shirt, love?"

"It was the first thing I found." I defended myself quickly and heard him laugh lightly behind me. "Stop starring at my ass." I grinned.

"I wasn't." I could hear the smile in his voice as we bantered. It all felt like old times and it was so easy to slip back into a place of comfort.

I heard Tom get up as I put on the coffee. I leant my head against the upper cabinet, the cool feeling providing a bit of relief from the pounding in my head. I stood straight and took two pills from the box Chris gave me before grabbing a glass of water and swallowing them.

I turned to give them to Tom and saw him standing behind me in his jeans from yesterday. I quickly looked away before he caught me staring at his torso, though I have a feeling it was already too late.

The coffee finished brewing so I poured them into two mugs and prepared myself to see Tom's shirtless body again.

"Here." I said simply as I was at a loss for words at the mere sight of his body.

"Thank you", was his only reply as he happily took the mug. "So, are we gonna talk about last night?" He wrapped both his hands around his cup and took a small sip.

"Well, I think we're both in agreement that it was amazing." I grinned, pointing to the hickeys I'd left on his neck and chest as well as the prominent scratch marks on his shoulders that no doubtably followed all the way down his back.

"Could say the same about you." He smiled widely as he nodded at me. I pulled my hair back and unbuttoned the first few buttons and saw similar hickeys scattered down my neck and across my chest.

"No matter how great it was, it was a mistake-"

"What if it wasn't? Carter, it doesn't have to be a mistake-"

"Sex is what got us into the whole mess to begin with. It can't be the reason we miraculously patch things up. This isn't some cheesy fanfic our fans write. This is real life Tom, we have so many issues that need to be worked out." I sighed as I continued to drink the coffee from my cup.

"Okay, so we work them out." He shrugged his shoulder as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He walked over to me and placed his cup on the counter. "I know how much I hurt you, believe me. I'll never be able to forgive myself for being such a dick. But, Carter, I can't live without you."

He stepped closer and placed his hands on my shoulders, sliding them down until his hands held my own. I looked down and saw his thumb tracing light circles, just as they had always done.

"How do I know you mean that?" A lump started building up in my throat as tears sprung to my waterline.

"You can't, but you should. I know I don't deserve it right now, but I need you to trust me when I say that we are meant to be together - I need you in my life." A tear or two slipped from my eye, so Tom let go of one of my hands to wipe it away.

"Okay." I mumbled, slowly lifting my head to look at him.

"Okay? Okay, as in you want to work on us, okay?" His voice picked up from how it was seconds ago, he was filled with hope.

"Yeah, I want to work on us." I let go of his hands to tuck my hair behind my ears. "But this is it. No more chances, no more screw ups. If this doesn't work, Tom, we're done." I stated firmly, stressing this to him and standing my ground.

"If that's what you want, I'll respect that." He tried to hide the huge grin waiting to appear on his lips.

"Kiss me alread-" I couldn't finish my sentence before I was pulled into Tom's body and my lips were pressed to his. I smiled into the kiss as content washed over me in this all-too-familiar moment.

I pulled away quickly, suddenly remembering what else was going on outside our little bubble.

"We can't tell anyone, especially Chris. He'll totally freak out if he found out!" I pushed his chest lightly. "Also, I'm pretty sure Harrison will be up soon and looking for you!" I pushed him towards the door and opened it.

"Wait, my shirt!"

"Consider it a replacement for my dress. It looks better on my anyway." He kissed me once again before walking out the door in nothing but his jeans from yesterday with his shoes in his hand.  I watched as he ran down the hall shirtless, checking that there was nobody around to see him doing the walk of shame.

I shut the door behind him and pressed my back against it as a smile broke out onto my lips.

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Thanks for reading, even though it was quite a short chapter!

So, Carter and Tom are finally back together, even though there's only really been a few chapters. But I'm excited for you guys to get to see their relationship when they're happy!

Lots of love xx