It's been fourteen years since you've seen Tom Holland, your best friend from childhood. He was about to become King, and he needed to find a Queen. Your adopted family had struck a deal for an arranged marriage for one of their daughters. Your step...
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"Hey." A familiar voice said-entering the room with a faint patter and shuffle of feet.
I turned around only to be face to face with my friend- on second thought, the ruddy little manwhore. I was not in the mood to be trifled, especially after all my hardwork which I voluntarily proceeded-even though it wasn't required of me.
"What?" My voice held the tone of business- which represented every bit of my indifference towards Tom, or so I thought.
"I just wanted to apologize, I've been not in my right mind these last couple of weeks- I beg for your forgiveness. I just realized how bad I've treated you after tonight, Y/N could you find someplace in your heart to forgive me?" He responded, with an unusual tone of sincerity-apparently he meant every word he had spoken towards me.
I took a glance around the room- in a noticeable manner, judging on whether or not his apology should be accepted. I do not know whether or not I should forgive him- acting as if nothing ever transpired between us, which is quite in the opposite. It was Tom who was in the wrong, but should I give up all of the strength that I have by letting my walls down again - the matter being in question if he deserves it or not. After a couple of moments of deliberation, I decided to speak on the subject - my voice echoing off the floor, bringing the awkward moment to a close.
"I will forgive you, but not completely Tom. I'm not sure if I can totally trust you yet. We've only just recently seen each other after years of being apart. I can hardly believe that we are the same people we once were, and so I think we should treat each other more like acquaintances. We have to get to know each other again, or this friendship will never work."
"I hate to admit that I agree but I think you're right." He replied, a small look of disappointment gracing his face. "I'm sorry about tonight. If any of us knew, we would've set it straight."
"I know." I smiled. "Your parents are good human beings, and I know that it wouldn't be in their character to allow that to happen."
"What about me?"
"I haven't totally decided on that."
I wanted to speak with honesty, something that is rare to hear in this day and age- but I couldn't deny the itching feeling I still had when I was in his present. That would be something I could never admit to him, and its a secret I will have to keep until I sort it out. The time was midnight, and therefore the hour I would need to go to sleep- I was exhausted. I made my bed on the bench in the kitchen, using my apron as a pillow, and a tablecloth as my blanket.
"What are you doing?" Tom asked. I thought he had left the room, but apparently not.
"Hailey." I mumbled. "Irony she called it- that the day I would need a good nights rest, happened to be the day that my bedding was ruined. I can't get a new one either, the laundry room has already closed. I shall sleep here tonight, the only option I have."
"That's ridiculous!" He exclaimed. "I cannot believe she would do that to you."
"It's not any different then the way she has been treating me, ever since my father- and my step mother got married." I gulped.
"I'm sorry- I hadn't noticed. I must be a complete ass." Tom sighed. "I'm not having you sleep here."
He came to me and lifted me off the bench, despite my protests- he continued down the hall. As I got farther down the hall, I realized this was the branch where his room was- what the bloody hell was he thinking? That's inappropriate, but I'm sure he meant well by that - but if we should get caught the blame would surely be put on me.
"Why are you doing this?" I whisper-yelled. "If someone catches us- they'll think - you know nevermind what they think but its still inappropriate."
"Relax Y/N I'm not stupid. I just won't have my friend freezing in the kitchen because of that bitch." Tom admitted "You can have the bed, and I'll take the floor."
"No! I am the one intruding, I will sleep on the floor-"
"No- if you think I'm letting you sleep on the floor you're mad."
"Well we have a predicament then, because I know that we're both stubborn and won't give in until we have our way." I sighed. "I'm going back to the kitchen."
"Oh no you don't." Tom objected as he grabbed my hand and spun me around. My face was so dreadfully close to his, and for a moment I thought- it doesn't matter he doesn't care for me in that way.
I was the first one to clear my throat- the tension being so strong it could peel paint off the walls. "I guess we'll have to share, and before you think anything vile - I am making a wall. If you dare cross it you're dead."
"Understood." He smiled- mocking me as I was a general in charge, not forgetting to salute me as I started working on the pillow wall. I just simply rolled my eyes and continued on my task.
Tom did start to help me, and every once in a while our hands would brush against each other's - I could scarcely breathe. I know he felt it too - it was almost if he had been it my a truck. Not too long after he left the room, not giving one explanation as to where he might be going.
He entered back in the room with a large t shirt - and one of his boxers. Oh god - I forgot I had no pajamas. This had to be the most embarrassing moment in my life - my cheeks not forgetting to reveal my emotions by turning a dark shade of red. I tried to cover my face to hide my blush, but it didn't work all that well. Tom came over to me directly and removed my hands, handing the clothes to me - a laugh had escaped his lips.
"Don't laugh at me." I demanded.
"Your wish is my command, my star." He smiled, as he continued to laugh in my troubles. Such a tease.
I removed those thoughts from my head- going to the bathroom that was attached to his room. His shirt hung all the way down to my knees, and his boxers were clearly too big for me. At least I got those filthy clothes off of me - but I had to use my hair ribbon to tie around my waist or otherwise they fall off. That would be even more embarrassing, but even I had to admit I liked it - they smelled like him. A distinctive citrus smell I caught, as I held the shirt up to my nose - making sure to take it all in. Not even a moment after I realized what I was doing, and I knew I shouldn't be thinking like that. I'm still mad at him. These feelings were just strictly platonic.
I dusted myself off, and head straight back out to find Tom sprawled all over my side. In frustration I picked up one of the pillows off the ground, and chucked it towards his face. It definitely caught him by surprise. "THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND- WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY SIDE?"
"I was going to move - have you forgotten that this is my bed?" He laughed as he put his hands up defensively. A bright smile was on his face, something which got my insides to flutter. I just simply laughed it off with him, a wonderous moment - bright laughter bouncing off the red and gold walls.
I laid down beside him, making sure to rearrange the pillow wall. At first all we did was stare at each other, and then I made the first move to turn away, and turn off the light. I don't think I could recall a better night, that held so much joy - but also one I could sleep comfortably without one anxiety.
An: HOPE YOU ENJOyed. AFTER READING A BUNCH OF JANE AUSTEN IM SURE YOU CAN TELL MY WRITING IS A TAD BIT DIFFERENT 😂 I also have a book in the regency era that does feature tom you should check it out! Its called clayton hill. 😃
