Dream, Dive, Daley?

Chapter 4(b)

Let’s do this. I knocked  on the white door of the Daley’s house with my free hand. My phone was pressed down into my back pocket of my skinny black jeans. In my right hand there was a pumpkin and pecan pie – my Mom’s recipe.  I wore a short trench coat from Burberry in a cream beige color. I stood there for ten seconds or so when I heard voices getting closer to the door.

‘Will, go away! Mum!’ It must have been Tom’s voice. Who’s Will? I heard some more pushing and a couple of swearing words. Cute. I was smiling at the ground.

‘Sutton, there you are. This is Will, my brother’ Tom panted while holding, who I believe was Will, in some kind of grip where Will’s head was stuck between Tom’s hips and arm. I bent down to his brother’s level.

‘Wassup, dude?’

‘Nice to meet you, Sutton’ He tried to wiggle his way out of his big brother’s tight grip, but with no luck of course.

‘Likewise’ I straightened up and looked at Tom who was more than pleased with this position. So this is an Alpha game. I wonder if they always do it this. He let go of his brother and invited me in.

We walked into the kitchen to see Mrs. Daley and another smaller Daley with curly hair.

‘You must be Sutton. Hi, I’m Debbie’ Mrs. Daley wiped her hands on the cute polka dotted apron and reached out for my hand in one gentle movement.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you. I really didn’t know what to bring, so I brought a pie’ I placed the pie down at the marble kitchen counter. Then I turned around to see if Tom was still behind me, but he was nowhere to be seen. ‘Where’s Tom?’

‘He’s probably upstairs. His room is the third door on the left’ Mrs. Daley closed up and said quietly, taking my pie and stored it in the refrigerator. I mouthed a thank-you and went upstairs.

Third door on the left. I heard Tom’s voice coming from the white wooden door.  He was talking in the phone with somebody. I peeked through the door when he hung up.

Knock, knock. He hung up and stood up next to his nicely made bed.

‘Don’t you think we’re moving a little bit too fast?’ I opened the door wide and stepped inside. His face made a confused expression. ‘I mean, I barely know you and I’ve already kissed you and met your family’ a silly grin appeared on his face. Honestly, I didn’t think it was a really good idea to piss off our agents and egg up the media so much.

‘Then let’s get to know me’ He jumped on his bed and waited for me to explore his little world in between four walls. I started off by what every girl wanted to know; what kind of boxers does Tom Daley use? I walked up to his dresser and started pulling out the drawers. Then I looked back at Tom who was about to pee himself. He was laughing so hard. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Exploring’ I picked up a pair of blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. ‘So, Tom Daley is a briefs guy’ The Calvin Klein boxers hung from my index finger. Yup, he was laughing. It was something soothing and familiar with his laugh. I folded them back into the drawer. Now let me see. What else? FREAKING UNION JACKS. EVERYWHERE. Bedcovers, sheets, a cow (?), piggybank, shades. You name it! ‘Thomas Daley is extremely patriotic’ His eyes were watering after the earlier comment on the boxers and he nodded shortly to confirm my last fact.

‘And?’ Tom had finally calmed down when I sat down on his bed with him. He wore a black Hollister tee, a pair of dark wash jeans and no socks. 

‘And he’s ridiculously talented and dedicated at what he does best. Diving’ I finished and lied down on my side, supporting my weight on my right arm. There were only a few inches separating us.

‘Thank you’ He whispered quietly. Tom’s warm breath brushed against my cheek. Do not dare to kiss me, Daley. I stared at him, literally panicking.

‘We should go before your family start wondering where we are’ our lips were about to touch if I hadn’t dropped my gaze downwards. He ended up almost kissing my warm forehead. Awkward... A nervous laugh escaped from his lips when I started pulling back and jogged out of the room and downstairs.