I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 6 - Other-Worldly.

It was the evening of the gala, after a very uneventful day in the office - most clients staying for less than 10 minutes and the majority of them being a brief update on the business, Y/N sat on her bed, staring at the garment bag hung up by the mirror. She was beyond excited to get ready, and she had plenty of time. Tom had let her know that they didn't leave until 7, and it was only 4:30. Just as she was pondering her makeup ideas, a knock came at the door, and she rushed to open it. She found Harrison stood on the other side, in casual clothes - evidently waiting a while before getting ready himself. 

"Y/N, hi. Um, Tom asked me to come tell you that the hair and makeup people will be coming at 5, so you don't need to worry about doing it yourself, it's all already sorted for you." She smiled at him, wondering why he seemed so nervous until she realised that she was fresh out of the shower, only covered in a small silk kimono she'd found in the wardrobe. "Oh," she said, crossing her arms across her chest - pulling the fabric tighter around her. "Yes, of course. Thank you." He nodded, trying to avoid eye contact before turning on his heel and heading back towards his room.

Y/N wondered what Tom was doing, she hadn't seen him in a few hours. With the office work finishing early he'd ventured to his room straight after and hadn't appeared since. "Oh, Harrison?" he paused and turned to look at her. "Have you seen Tom? I haven't seen him in a little while." He smirked at her question, and she blushed. "He's probably just relaxing, these gala's always have him on edge, he's always worried something's going to happen. I'm sure he's fine though, but you could always check on him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if it was you." He raised an eyebrow before turning back to his door and heading inside. 

Y/N briefly paused, debating whether to go check on Tom or not, before reminding herself of what Jay said - to do things she wouldn't normally do, and headed towards the door next to hers, giving it a soft knock. Before she'd even put her hand back at her side, the door swung open to reveal a slightly dishevelled looking Tom, wet from the shower, a towel wrapped around his hipbones. A little too low, if you asked her. "I thought I'd come check on you, Harrison said gala's stress you out a little, I was wondering if you'd like some company or something until the hair and makeup people arrive." He gazed at her for a second before giving her a timid smile, moving to the side and gesturing for her to enter, closing the door behind him and sitting on the end of the bed, patting beside him for her to sit too.

"Should I be worried? Should I be prepared for something to happen? Or is it just one of those things you've picked up from being in the business?" She questioned, and he looked at her for a moment, before placing a hand over hers. "No, no. No need to be worried. I just don't like rooms that are busy, the same reason I don't like clubs. There could be anyone watching from anywhere, waiting for a moment to attack, or listening in. They just put me on edge. That's why it's always so quiet here." She smiled softly at him, she'd seen him angry before, but not stressed. It was a different kind of tension that was held in his face.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Tom. You'll have Harrison there, and surely nobody would attempt to do anything in front of so many witnesses?" she challenged, he glanced at her again and nodded briefly. "Yeah, yeah you're probably right. An awful time to strike really, especially at a mobster gala. It would be like a battleground in seconds if someone pulled a weapon." She rested a hand on his back, rubbing it to try and calm him. "See? Nothing to worry about. It'll be fine. Relax, and have a good night." A knock came from the door, and Harrison opened it, popping his head into the room. "The team's here to get you guys ready, we should be quick, it's not like us to be late anywhere." 

Y/N nodded and rose from the bed, squeezing Toms shoulder before making her way towards Harrison. "See if you can calm him down a bit more? He's awfully tense. I hate seeing him like that." She whispered before heading towards her bedroom door, where 2 women were hauling in carts of supplies enough to suit and boot an entire runway, 2 more headed towards Toms room - squeezing past her.