Black and White ~ SEQUEL

19.0// I'm in //

"So yeah, that's what happened". I finished explaining my complicated love story to Sam and Harry. They stared at me , mouths gaped open as I continued packing.

"Jesus bro, I don't know how you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, with a faint feeling that my brothers actually had a bit of respect for me.

"Be a complete dickhead".

"Who's a dickhead?" Paddy sauntered into the bedroom, munching on some fruit.

"Take a guess".

"Well, I'd say all three of you, but considering the circumstances, probably Tom".

"Appreciate it Paddy".

"No problem. What you doing?"

"God, is it that bad here? Had enough of us already?" Paddy teased.

"Now, now Patrick, I thought you'd know better than that. Thomas here is running away to his beloved Y/N".

"Well, so far that's the only thing you've done right", and he threw the seed in the bin to make his point. "I'll take anything other than that other woman. What on earth possessed you?"

"Shut up, I had a reasons".

"And what were they?" Paddy asked, hands on hips.

"Did someone drug you?"

"Or hypnotize you?"

"Or were you just really stupid?"

"See this," I pointed at the twins, "is why I'm leaving".

"Aw don't be like that". Sam pouted.

Just one more day. 

"Anyway, I came up here because Mum said dinner was ready".

"Alright I'll be there in five. Just got to find my undies".

"Think you'll have a bit of trouble with that" Paddy snorted and sauntered off.

"Do you think mum put them in the wash?" I asked the remaining brothers.

"How would we know?" I heard them giggling and turned around to see them wearing my Calvin Klein's on their heads.

"Wow. Real mature. Remind me why you don't have girlfriends again?"

"Because we're not whipped like you". They threw them in my face and left the room.

After finishing with my packing, I went downstairs. 

"Ah Tom, you're here. Help me set the table", Mum called out to me. I made a start on setting out the cutlery. 

"Where's Dad?"

"He's just had to sort some stuff out. Nothing major," she added after she saw my face.

I pulled a look as if it WAS something major, but she ignored it.

"Nancy, bring the potatoes, they should be done".

Nancy was our housekeeper/nanny. Whatever you want to call it. She'd been working with our family ever since Mum and Dad got married and she'd practically been our second mother. She was the only one we could trust really.

"Boys, wash your hands and sit down".

We did as were told and sat at our seats. Nancy started serving vegetables on our plates.

"What about Dad?" Paddy piped up.

"He'll be here soon. Now how was your day?"

Paddy started going off on how much homework he was being given, while Mum was eating and listening intently. How did no one notice her change the subject that quickly? I turned to look at the boys, but they seemed more interested in their food than with Mum's behaviour. She must've sensed my dismay, because she turned the conversation to me. 

"So, Tom, what did you do today?"

"Mostly packed", I replied, still frowning.

"Packed?"

"Yeah".

"Care to elaborate? And don't frown at me like that, it's unattractive".

It had finally hit me that I hadn't told her about the whole Y/N drama, let alone the fact that I was going to be seeing her.

"He's joining Y/N on her album tour", Harry spilled, not being able to stand the silence. 

"And when were you planning on telling me?"

"Um......."

I didn't really know what to say. I've gotten too used to being independent and going wherever I fancied, so THIS was a totally new experience.

"Look Tom, I have no issue with you going. You're a grown man, even if you don't act like one", she remarked, "However, are you sure it's going to be safe? You could be putting yourself, and others, in a lot of danger".

"It's okay Mum, I'm not planning on being in the public eye. It will all be undercover". I continued reassuring her until she finally nodded, satisfied with my precautions.

We all continued to eat and talk until about 10 minutes later, we heard several cars pull up outside. We all looked at my mother, who shook her head, clearly not knowing who it was. Harry and I walked to the kitchen drawers where we kept a stash of guns, just in case. We heard the front door burst open and Dad ran through to the dining room. We all sighed, relieved, and put down our guns. 

"What the bloody hell Dom! What's going on?" Mum demanded.

"Can't explain. Tom we need to go. Now". He emphasised the 'now' and I nodded, giving Mum a quick peck on the cheek before running after my Dad. I got in the front seat and slammed the door while my Dad followed suit.

"What's going on?" I asked, as my Dad drove through red lights, knuckles white. 

"We have information. We need to get it". He replied.

"Good. As long as it doesn't take too long. I have to be at the airport by 7am".

He suddenly halted by a  warehouse and turned to look at me. 

"Tom. A man has died trying to get this information. Whatever this is, it has to wait."

"But-"

"I don't CARE what's on your plate right now. This has to be done, for the sake of our business, our livelihood. Are you in? Or not?" 

I sighed and looked out of the window.

"I'm in".

Sorry for the slow updates I'm finding it really hard to continue this story but I'm going to try.