What Would They Say - mob!Tom x Reader

Three

With Ollie and James gone, my shit-hole of an apartment seemed even shittier than before. It was quiet, with only the pictures hanging on my walls for company. I made a point of trying to avoid it as much as possible, the silence of the apartment making me feel lonelier than ever before.

My apartment wasn't awful. Everything in it was fully functional and it was a nice place. But it was a shit-hole because I now lived alone. I had spent hours when I first moved in trying to make it feel like home. My roommate and friend from uni had helped, the two of us pinning up photos of our old friends from uni halls on the walls.

But her and her family had been in a car crash about six months ago. That was why I lived alone.

I did consider getting a new roommate, but with the two jobs I was working (three, if you counted the one I worked when I visited my family), I could just about afford to live alone in the apartment. It was sad and lonely, but getting a new roommate seemed disrespectful to Ellie's memory.

But two days after James and Ollie left, I was used to the silence and emptiness of my apartment. Which was why it was surprising to say the least when, half an hour after I got home from my work (in the music shop, not in the pub), there was a knock at my door.

I frowned. I had few friends from university. My old flatmates from uni halls would come around and I had people from my lectures who I'd go to the club with but no one who would just call around unexpectedly.

I pulled the door open and my surprise only grows at the appearance of Tom and one of his friends on my doorstep. His friend was sporting a black eye and a split lip and both Tom and his friend had knuckles that were busted and bloody. I felt my eyes widen at their appearances.

"I don't seem to recall giving you my home address, Tom,"

"Call it intuition," the mobster says with a wry grin and I blush a little, opening the door wider and allowing the two men to enter into my flat.

"I don't believe I got to introduce myself that night at the pub. I'm Harrison," the blond says, putting out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm-"

"No, don't worry. I know who you are. Tom doesn't shut up about you," Harrison assures me with a grin, pumping my hand up and down.

"Hey, Harrison?" Tom says, raising his eyebrows as his friend looks towards him. "How about you shut the fuck up?" Though it does make my heart flutter to see the light dusting of pink that has spread across his cheeks.

"I'm going... to get you some ice," I finally say, walking through to my kitchen in a slight daze, completely thrown off by the sudden appearance of the two men. I hear their footsteps following me through.

"Nice place," Harrison comments and I chuckle, opening my freezer door.

"Thanks, I guess," I say, smiling at him.

"Are you working tonight?" Tom asks me, looking at the calendar that was handing on the wall next to the door leading into the hallway.

"Yeah,"

"This says you have a lecture,"

"I do. I'm working later than normal," I explain, passing Harrison some ice and then wetting a flannel, motioning for him to sit down and give me his hand.

"You don't need to do that, Y/N," Harrison says but I just chuckle and shake my head.

"Trust me, it's not the first time I've had to do this," I assure him, gently cleaning away the blood. "Tom?"