Lifeline (Bodyguard!Tom Holland)

Lifeline (2)

"Here's the code to the new place. Do NOT give this out to anyone, understand?"

Her father's voice mumbled as he handed over a piece of paper with four scribbled numbers on it. He was leaving the hospital today and heading to their vacation home in The Hampton's where he wouldn't be in danger, hopefully, meaning that he'd be five hours away from D.C. Much to his dismay, Y/N couldn't or wouldn't go with him. Georgetown was prestigious, and if she left in the middle of the semester, she'd never be let back in. Not to mention, living in a house with Laura was out of the question.

All of her things were moved within a day into a new townhouse only a few blocks from campus. Her father had it in his mind that it would be safer for her than staying in the dorms, and he wasn't wrong. Whoever left the note obviously knew where her dorm was and, unbeknownst to her father, she was happy to be out of there, but not so happy that her bodyguard, Tom, would essentially be living with her since she refused to be around family. Not that he hadn't been constantly around her before the townhouse. Y/N was staying at a hotel until her father left the hospital, and Tom was in an adjoining room and when she went to class, he went too. It'd only been four days since they met and they were already living together. Sounded like a whirlwind romance novel, minus the romance.

"Does he have to come to class with me?" she groaned, sitting to the side of her father's hospital bed and slumping further into the chair. She'd been pleading with him ever since Mr. Irwin left with his lackeys an hour earlier. She was arguing not only with her father, but with herself. She knew that she needed the protection, but the media would spin it and pull her back into this circus she'd tried to hard to get out of. If she went without protection, she could become a target, so either way she was basically screwed.

Not to mention the fact that Tom was right, she was scared, but not just of whoever wrote the note or attacked her father. She was scared of being pulled back into the madness, not that she wasn't already pulled in it hook, line, and sinker.

"Where you go to school is public record. So is your class schedule. Anyone could find you and-" her father sighed, running his wire-covered hand through his hair. "And I don't think I could handle losing you." His words were sincere and she could see the fear in his eyes and they mirrored her own and only confirmed what she knew already.

She couldn't tell him about the note.

Why should she worry him more than he already was? Especially since she'll have a bodyguard watching her every move, unfortunately. She'll be fine. They'll all be fine.

The townhouse had three floors, and the second and third were Y/N's, but the entire first floor would belong to Tom, at least until his assignment was complete.

"4-9-1-2" she whispered to herself as she pressed the corresponding buttons on the electronic lock to the door of her new home. The outside brick was painted white and the porch was lined with black steel bars, accented by little tuffs of yellow flowers in clay vases. The door was big and black and it took a little extra strength for her to be able to push it open after she heard the brass lock click.

It opened up directly to a staircase and to the right was a living area, but she could see it was already set up with security camera monitors that displayed the outside of the house, even in the storm drains that lined the street.

"Jesus," she whispered to herself, taking in the whole "death threat target" protection detail.

She wondered for a moment, heading down the hallway towards the kitchen that was settled on the first floor. The space was bare, only monitors and the lonely couch sat in the living room and the kitchen and dining room weren't much better. She saw a couple TV trays and two folding lawn chairs in the kitchen, presumably where Tom would be eating. It looked like what she imagined a frat house would look like, not that she'd ever been.