The New Girl

11.

The distant Michael Buble music playing and the familiar sound of my mother singing woke me up. I was so comfortable, I didn't want to move. I took a deep inhale and exhale and squeezed the pillow I was hugging. But then the pillow did the same thing. It took a deep breath and squeezed me tighter. My eyes shot open and I saw my hand and leg draped over a body...Toms body. My face was nuzzled into his arm comfortably and his hand was aimlessly tracing patterns on my bare arm. I slowly looked up and Tom looked down at me.

"Morning." He smiled and chuckled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"M-Morning..." I stuttered, still confused.

"I think I had a beer too much last night." I joked and sat up from Tom's hold.

"Hangover bad or?"

"I can't remember past us dancing bad." I sighed, holding my head in my hands.

"Oh...oh," He sat up in bed next to me.

"What?" I turned back and we both paused.

"Oh god is there a reason we're in bed together?" I asked quietly, my hand covering my mouth.

"N-no! No...don't worry." He swallowed and laughed.

"Are you sure?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I would tell you. We just ended up sleeping together -NOT like that-"

"I know, I know. It's fine." I giggled, laying a hand on his leg.

"Wait, it's your birthday," A grin grew on Tom's face.

"Oh really? I tooottally forgot." I lied, standing up and slipping on some fluffy socks.

I walked around the bed and took my hair out of its birds nest.

"Do I not get a birthday hug at least?" I pouted my lips.

Tom rolled his eyes with a smile and walked over to me, his arms open wide and embracing me, his naturally good scent engulfing me. I swung my arms over his neck and he held me close by my back, nestling his face in my neck.

"Happy birthday!" He exclaimed into my skin.

"It's my birthday, it's my birthday, it's my birthday," I broke the hug and did some weird dance which I regretted pretty fast.

I opened the bedroom door and walked out to the whole living room and kitchen covered in yellow (my favourite colour) balloons and confetti.

"Oh my god!" I squealed, skipping my way towards it.

There was a banner hanging up across the kitchen island reading 'happy birthday' and a bunch of balloons with '24' on them and confetti inside.

"Happy birthday, Cole!" My Mum exclaimed before giving me a close hug.

"Happy birthday, babe." Joey gave me a hug straight after.

"Oh she's here!" Harry shouted as he and Sam came in the backdoor bearing bags of groceries.

"Hey!" I laughed as he crashed the bags on the floor and raced over to me, wrapping themselves around me at the same time.

"Happy birthday!" They said in unison.

"I can't breathe!" I laughed, tapping their arms to let me go.

They apologised and let me go to empty the bags of food they had brought home.

"And you have Michael Buble on, Mum you know me so well." I chuckled, side hugging her.

"Of course I do. Now, Sam is making us a lovely brunch and then we are going shopping while the boys can entertain themselves." Mum held me by the shoulders.