Fighting for Love (Tord x Reader)

Silver Eyes

Warnings:
•Ooohhhh boy your going to be in love real soon~!
• Jakob says bad bad bad word shame on him

Your POV:
"I'm Tord Lawson." Tord Lawson huh? Sounds cool. "Okay Tord Lawson, what are you gonna do about your dad?" You asked him, taking your hand back since he obviously wasn't going to shake it. "I'll wait here I guess. He doesn't like me interrupting his meetings." He walked past you and sat in your chair. You grabbed your book and sat in the other chair beginning to read again.

"Why are you here anyway?" He asked you, with suspense. "Pau and Pat are moving to the base I guess? But I'm joining the army since it's the only way I can stay here with them." You explained to him. "You don't look like the fighting type." He commented before pulling out his phone. "That's because I'm not." You told him trying to pay attention to the book. "Then why are you joining?" He asked you, still looking at his phone. "Were you not listening or something? So I can stay with Pau and Pat." He looked up at you this time. "You sure? Cause you don't sound like it sweetie." He told you, you cringed at his words.

"So your a flirt huh?" You asked him, looking up from the book to meet his eyes. "Yeah, does it bother you sweet-cheeks?" You knew he would keep on doing this if you didn't do anything. So you decided to play along. "No, not much but I do have to tell you that I have standards." You smirked at his blushing, red face.

"Really what are they?" He asked, his smirk returning to his face. Damn he is kinda cute. You thought to yourself. "Well I have to know him for more than a few minutes." You told him sarcastically while rolling your eyes. "Then get to know me." He told you, looking  you in the eyes now. You could tell this time he meant it, that he actually wanted to get to know you.

"Okay well what do you want to do?" You asked him, closing the book. But before he could answer the door opened to reveal the Red Leader. "Tord what are you doing in here?" He asked his son. "I came to ask you a question." He answered quickly, he obviously respected his father which you admired about him already.

"Okay then, (Y/N) please step out for a bit." You nodded at him. "Yes sir." Tord let out a quiet snort, you had to try VERY hard not to smack him. Closing the door behind you, you started to look around for a place to sit but found that there were no chairs. But you did see a library with windows. I can look through those to see when to go back. You told yourself while making your way to the door and opening it.

No one was in the room so you helped yourself to the shelves of books. All medical books. You noted, you took one anyway and sat down at a table with a good view of the Red Leader's door. At first you looked up every now and then but soon you were consumed my the book, starting to find out how fascinating the human body was. You were still reading when you heard a voice whisper in your ear. "Shouldn't you be outside of the office?" Immediately you recognized it as Tord's sweet voice. Wait sweet?

You dismissed your thoughts to answer his question. "There's no chairs in that hallway so i came in here to sit for awhile." You told him, motioning to the hallway as you spoke. "Oh...well what'cha reading?" He asked pointing to the book. "It's about the human body, it's actually really interesting..." You continued to tell him about what you had learned. He looked at you with his head in his hand. Those silver eyes. You noticed the way he was watching you, like you were the only thing in the room. And you were but that didn't matter right now, all that mattered was that right now you would do anything to keep his eyes on you. But you knew that you should be in the Red Leaders office.

"I should go now, your father wants me to stay in his office." He sat up, looking like someone who had just been woken from a daydream. "Oh, I'll come with you." He stood up and walked over to you. Silently he walked with you to the door. He opened it for you, you smiled at him then walked out and waited for him.