I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 9 - Meeting The Hollands.

"Mooooornin'." Harrison drawled, leaning back against the counter with a mug at his lips, as Y/N made her way down the bottom of the stairs. She spied a smirk on his face, and gave him a confused look as she reached into the cabinet - bringing down two mugs and filling them with coffee, leaving one black and topping the other up with a splash of milk and half a teaspoon of sugar.

"What are you smirking at, Osterfield? Did you get some last night?" she quipped, raising an eyebrow above her own mug. "Nah, but it looks like you did." Y/N spit the coffee back into her mug, as she follow Harrison's gaze to her neck, raising her hand to it - and she realised she'd thrown her hair up into her signature ponytail, forgetting the large purple bruise Tom had left behind the night before.

She yanked the tie out and pulled her hair around her shoulders, cheeks blazing red as Harrison let out a cackle just as Sam and Harry walked into the room. "You owe me 20 quid, both of you." he called to them, and they took one glance at Y/N's flaming face before groaning and simultaneously taking out their wallets. "I told you it'd happen while we were out." Harrison chuckled, raising the mug to his lips again - setting the twins off too.

"Dickheads, all three of you." Tom called as he came down the stairs in nothing but a pair of baggy shorts, and Y/N blushed more, much to the trios amusement as they burst into laughter again. She gave him a look that could only be described as 'They know, help.' and Tom turned to the three of them, giving them a stern look - gliding past them with ease, stopping in front of Y/N and reaching behind her to grab his mug; only pausing to plant a kiss on the top of her unruly hair, and turning to face the men still chuckling behind him.

"You better shut the fuck up before I give you the shit jobs instead of the fun ones, you won't be chuckling when you have to sit in an empty apartment for a week with nothing but a pair of binoculars and a camera whilst you eat protein bars and piss in bottles." Silence overcame the room, and Y/N stifled a cackle. Tom turned to smirk at her, before placing a hand on her lower back and guiding her to the chair, where she cautiously sat, raising more laughs out of the trio - earning a warning glare from Tom, though it was obvious he was trying his best not to smirk himself; proud at a job well done.

"Tom. Eat breakfast, please." Y/N said, as she watched him move to sit beside her. He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'Really?' and she returned a look that said 'Yes, really.' with the tilt of her head towards the countertops. Tom remembered the spiel she'd given the night before, and with a small smile to himself, turned on his heel and placed 4 pieces of bread in the toaster, before turning to face her - leaning back against the counter like Harrison had done earlier. "Better?" he questioned. "Better." She smiled at him, and he smiled back at her, and for a moment - they almost forgot they weren't alone. 

"This is knocking me sick, who the fuck are you and what have you done with Tom?" Harrison called, a joking look of disgust on his face. Tom simply chuckled back at him, taking a sip from his mug before turning back to the toaster and buttering the slices, passing 2 on a plate to Y/N. He even knows how I like my toast, she thought, and she wondered if Harrison was wrong and Tom had been watching her inside her apartment after all. Her apartment. She still hadn't returned for her belongings, and while ignoring the blaze on her cheeks at the thought of Tom watching her inside her apartment when she thought she was alone, she turned to him.

"Can we stop by my apartment tomorrow, if you have any free time? I should probably pick up some of my stuff." He nodded and muttered a small 'Of course, darling.'  whilst he flicked through the morning paper. She rose from the stool and made her way behind him, peering over his shoulder on her tiptoes, before whispering "I'm gonna take a shower, if you'd like to join." Making a point of swaying her hips as she headed back up the staircase - laughing as Tom shot from his stool, leaving the toast and coffee behind, and sped up behind her.