I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 4 - Black, please.

Y/N awoke more peacefully than the day before, as she woke naturally rather than by the blaring of her phone alarm. It wasn't until she attempted to swing her legs out of the bed that she realised there was a weight over her stomach, and with a slow turn of her head she realised it was none other than Toms arm - he was resting peacefully beside her, and upon closer inspection, she realised that she wasn't in her own bedroom, but seemingly HIS.

A hushed gasp left her mouth, as she lay half strewn across the mattress, still slanted from attempting to get out of bed. Y/N glanced over at the clock on the bedside table behind Tom's head, reading '7:26AM' and she settled back down onto her left side, pulling her legs back under the sheets and away from the chill of the winter morning. Turning her head, she glanced at Tom again. He was snoring softly, his hair sticking out in every direction, and his face looked calm - calmer than she'd ever seen it. There was no tension in his forehead, his lips were loose instead of his usual tight near-grimace, and his jaw lay slack, face half buried in the pillow under his head. It wasn't long before he spoke, startling Y/N, eyes still closed. "You just really enjoy staring at me, don't you darling?" Morning voice harsh, it rumbled from his chest, sparking a warm feeling in Y/N's stomach, the tips of her ears blazing red hot. "Sorry, shit. I didn't know you were awake." He cracked open one eye halfway, looking at her - her face now flushed pink. "I wasn't, I felt you staring at me. You kinda pick up those senses when you've got a target on your back at all times." His mouth turning up crookedly at the corner.

Y/N blushed more, embarrassed by the fact she'd been caught. If he wasn't aware she found him attractive before, he definitely knew now. No, what? Shut the FUCK up, Y/N. You can't find him attractive. He's DANGEROUS. But did she really believe that? He was softer with her, almost like he let his walls down in her presence when they were alone. She began to move before he tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, much to her surprise. "No," he groaned "Stay a little longer. It's early, it's warm. I'm comfy." Y/N opened her mouth, and then it closed again, like a fish. She could feel his breath on her face, and the heat of his skin on hers, their chests were touching, as were their legs. "What am I doing here anyway? We were in the garden and-" Tom opened both eyes now, sighing, now fully awake. "And you fell asleep in a matter of seconds, which I'm not surprised at. You were exhausted, love. I don't blame you after yesterdays...festivities." He ghosted his hand up her back, resting between her shoulder blades, then moved back down to the small of her back where his hand lay earlier.

"We stayed there a little while, I just looked out over London, but you started twitching and mumbling, a nightmare- I think. I didn't want to leave you alone in a house you didn't know, with people you barely know, and it was getting cold, so I carried you up here." He held her gaze for a short moment, his pupils dilating for a split second before shrinking back to normal. "I was going to stay on the sofa, or in one of the guest rooms, but as soon as I put you down you started mumbling and twitching again, so I got you more comfortable, and I stayed."

It was at this point that Y/N realised she wasn't in her clothes from the previous day, but instead was lay in nothing but her underwear and a long t-shirt. One that was not hers. "I didn't look, I promise. I couldn't let you sleep in something so tight and uncomfortable, you'd be aching today if I did. It's just an old t-shirt of mine, I don't wear it often." She looked at Tom again for the first time since he'd opened both eyes, raising an eyebrow at him. "You're not so scary after all, y'know Holland? I think you're actually quite soft on the inside. Though, what would Harrison or the twins think if they saw me leaving your room in your t-shirt this morning?" she smirked at him, and he stared at her for a moment, letting out a slow breath as he scanned her face. "Which is why I've called a meeting for this morning and pushed back my appointments until tomorrow. As far as they know, I want to talk about Milani - but it'll give you a chance to go back to your own room and get ready. They'll never know."