Where Have You Been?

Chapter 3 - She Followed Me?

SamlyWatches:
For nothing but the sake of fun, I'm writing today's chapter! Meanwhile, your lovely D122203 had written Black Death that is posted in my book titled Book of Nonsense if you wanna check it out! She gave me no hints or prompts as to where she was taking the story, so everything you're about to read is my own idea.

I took inspiration from D's writing style and pattern of storytelling. I thought of adding on to this story, but thought instead it would be fun to take it back and go from Tom's perspective. I purposefully mirrored it from Delilah's side of the situation. And, before you ask, yes I did make up his house, friend, and ex-girlfriend. All I know about Tom is what I've seen in interviews, so I didn't wanna get any facts wrong.

~Hope you enjoy!

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Song - La Da Dee by Cody Simpson

Tom's POV

I winced from the ping of my phone's notification cutting through the peaceful silence. Slowly, I peeled my eyelids open, sat up, and stretched.

The plush leather cushions of my curved couch had successfully flipped, what would've been a brief sit down, into a doze. In front of me sat a wide glass coffee table covered in random junk. On the fake stone wall behind it, hung a flat screen TV softly playing the news. To my left, an enormous glass wall stretched from the end of this room back to the edge of the kitchen behind me. The penthouse's open layout was designed to show off the one-of-a-kind mountain range view as much as possible, even including a wraparound party deck.

I leaned forward and scanned around for my phone, only to find it wedged between the couch cushions again. Reluctantly, I unlocked it and scrolled through my notifications. Surely the notification would be a message from Jena, my ex, and failed attempt number twelve. Six months of being broke up, and yet she still pestered me on every social media platform like a hovering bee. But, like most girls, I knew she wasn't missing me, but missing the attention, the status, the parties, and the nights we'd spend tangled together.

It wasn't that I never loved a girl I dated, it's just, every relationship I've had, has felt...empty. After Jena, I decided now just wasn't the time for me to date. The right girl will come, in time.

However, I was shocked to read what notification that startled me said.

"@DelilahBret03 followed you"

I quirked a brow. Why did that name seem familiar? Tapping on it, I began browsing her account. As I suspected, Delilah Bert was the name of an up and coming model, blogger, and insta star. I was prepared to treat this girl as nothing special, just some random model who decided to follow me. But, the more I caught myself spacing out staring into her pictures and laughing along with her videos, the more I realized there was something special about this girl. It was in her silky voice, her fierce expressions, and her adorable humor. It was something very, very unique.

Before I knew it, forty minutes of browsing flew by.

"Oh crap!" My thoughts panicked, "I was totally stalking her, wasn't I?!"

The sudden buzz of the doorbell interrupted my embarrassed freakout. I hopped up and trotted across a smooth wooden floor to the front door, pausing to catch my appearance in the mirror.

I combed my fingers through the muddy brown mess of hair. A pair of chocolate colored eyes, resting above a wide nose, twinkled back at me. I tugged my soft features into a smirk, pressing up my round cheeks and dimples. I traced the edge of my oval chin, tilting my face and examining it.