I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 3 - Mr. Milani

Y/N awoke the next morning startled by the blaring of her phone, the incessant screech of her alarm raising her from her slumber of cut-throat jawlines and brown leather jackets. She pushed herself up from the mattress and swung her legs out, her feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. It took her a few minutes to realise that she wasn't awaking in her dingy central London apartment, but instead the home of none other than Tom Holland, as the events of the previous nights came rushing back to her.

Springing to a start, briefly remembering her duties, after hopping in the shower quickly and drying off her hair, she threw it up into a quick signature high ponytail, pulling down the flyaway hairs to frame her face as she always does, before rummaging through her holdall for something acceptable to wear - finally settling on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, and a black silk shirt printed with golden suns and moons. Pulling her Doc Martens on, and attaching her jean chain to the belt loops, she flicked on some mascara and lip balm - adjusting the multiple rings on her fingers and making sure her necklace was straight, before huffing a short breath and yanking open the bedroom door - making the short journey from one side of the house to the other.

Y/N didn't get too far down the short hallway however, because after only a couple of doors she ran straight into a very dishevelled looking Harrison, evidently extremely hungover, adorned in nothing but a simple pair of black sweatpants. "Oh FUCK. Jesus Christ, the barmaid? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, evidently startled at her presence in his home, before something more cheeky flashed over his face. "WAIT. Did you and Tom-" Y/N immediately threw her hands up in shock "No! No. God no. What kind of woman do you take me for, Harrison?" giving him a brief scowl before continuing "He asked me to work as a live-in bartender last night, saying he could pay me much more than the pub could - didn't tell me I'd be living here until I was already in his car though. Imagine my surprise."

Harrison chuckled, laying a warm, muscular arm around her shoulders before guiding her towards the stairs and down them. "Yeah, sounds like Tom. He's always leaving things out that he doesn't think are necessary, he's a bit blind to all of that." pausing to take a mug out of the cabinet, and waving it at Y/N, who swiftly checked the time and nodded. She still had 15 minutes before she had to be in Toms office. It seems she can't get out of the habit of arriving early everywhere. "He's very much a get up and go person, doesn't realise a lot of people actually like to consider things like where they live and who they associate themselves with. He doesn't really get attached to anything so he's entirely willing to drop everything in a split second decision. You'll get used to it though, I'm sure. He's not so bad when you pick up on his mannerisms." Harrison gave her a soft smile before sliding over a mug of coffee to Y/N, who took a small sip and quirked her eyebrow at him. 

"How did you know how I liked my coffee? Lucky guess or have you been spying on me?" She chuckled, being entirely NOT serious until Harrison paused for a minute, taking a sharp breath before turning back to her, away from his own mug. "Tom may have been watching you for a short while, which is why we didn't exactly blend into your pub all too well." before raising a hand before Y/N could speak, her mouth hanging open, closing again before gesturing for him to continue. "I don't know why. He doesn't tell anyone much of anything. It's not been super weird though. Only when you're out on the street. I was usually there in the mornings, enough to see you ordering your coffee on your way to classes or work." he paused for a second "Fuck. I probably should've asked about your coffee so you didn't know. Tom's gonna kill me if he finds out you know." Harrison mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows, as if he was already calculating ways he could get out of the situation. 'She forced me to tell her!' he'd say. Right. As if that would work. Y/N chuckled at the image in her head before waving a hand as close to Harrison as she could. 

"I won't tell him you told me. I'm sure I'll get it out of him one day, if I'm going to be spending every day stood by his side, I'd like to know him a lot better than I currently do." A grin on her face, she reached out towards him again, holding out her pinky finger for him to take. "Promise. Your word vomit is safe with me, dude. What do you take me for? A snitch?" He grasped her pinky finger with his own before grinning back at her, raising the mug to his lips and taking a large gulp of the contents before setting it down. "I like you, y'know. You're not timid like the others. I hope Tom decides to keep you around, you could take turns bullying him with me in your spare time." Harrison chuckled again before wiggling his eyebrows, Y/N laughed back before looking down at her phone.