Too complicated

Too complicated: Part 3

Tom POV:

Y/n: Yes?

My eyes instantly widens to probably about the size of a watermelon and I chuckle nervously looking down at my hands I spoke.

Tom: I just...I wanted to ask umm...

Y/n: I suppose you're better when you have your lines actually memorised?

I could have sworn my heart literally dropped out of my chest. I waited and listened out for the sound of it slipping through and shattering into a million of tiny bits and pieces that would litter across the spotless floors. The sound of breaking glass would ring around the room as people's head would turn to look at what could've caused this much destruction and disturbance. It would have been me. That would have totally happened if I hadn't had looked up at her in such a panic. But what I assumed was an obvious shut down had turned out to be a light hearted joke as it finally came to me that she wore a slight grin on her face. She was only joking. She must have noticed my state of absolutely hysteria as she let out a chuckle and placed a hand over mine on the counter. I hadn't realised I had rested it there, and as I looked down at this, this connection she has allowed us to have, she pulled her hand away and adjusted the menus next to her to make sure they were all straightened out. I placed both my hands on the table expecting them to feel sticky with the spilled residue of previous meals, but of course they were as clean and well kept as the rest of the diner, shiny and smooth to perfection no doubt from being constantly taken care of by her. Her. I don't like that. She's a person with a name. That deserves to be called by her name. And my brain craved to know it, I needed to.

Tom: I'm Tom.

I blurted out. She met my eyes and bit her lip stepping closer to the counter.

Y/n: You know you've told me this already?

I should clarify that there was no trace of condescension in her voice. She just smiled and raised her eyebrow as if she was genuinely worried about me. It was cute.

Tom: I know. I just thought I would introduce myself again in the hopes you would do the same.

She licked her lips and nodded her head. She momentarily looked back into the kitchen to check on the little boy again before she spoke again and my ears had a chance to savour the sound of her enchanting voice.

Y/n: Is that so? Well, then Tom. I'm Y/n.

My god it was perfect. What was I thinking? Of course her name would be as beautiful as the one who got to carry it. I liked it. Really I did. Tom and Y/n. Has a certain ring to it does it not?

Y/n: What is it?

She caught onto my smile. She was quick, I should make a mental note about that for the future. Provided there is one.

Tom: It's a beautiful name.

Y/n: Thank you. But you know all you had to do was ask for it?

Tom: Would you believe me if I told you I was too shy?

Y/n: Not one bit.

I watch her as she reaches for the toy Noah left behind on the counter and she sat it in front of us smiling down at it, she was thinking about him. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to ask.

Tom: He seems like a great kid.

Y/n: Yeah he is. One of a kind I'd say.

Tom: How old is he?

Y/n: Nine. But he doesn't act like it does he?

Tom: Normal is boring.

Y/n: I guess it is.

I played with the bottom of my T-shirt and looked down at it.

Tom: So...are you his...

Y/n: If you want to ask me if I'm his mother you can just say it. No point in being a wuss about it or you'll never know.

My eyes shot back up to her. I wasn't expecting her to say that. Then again, I shouldn't have been surprised given my encounter with Noah.

Tom: I'm sorry, it's none of my business I-

Y/n: He's my little brother. I'm only twenty so unless I had him when I was eleven...

She laughed slightly and watched as he re-entered the room holding a bowl of ice cream, his eyes beaming in excitement. He took the same seat and began devouring his food, Y/n smiling and laughing as he ate. She slid the Rubik's cube back over and he picked it up, observing it like he hadn't just seen it a few minutes ago.

Y/n: Want to show Tom how fast you can complete it?

Noah: Sure, I might be a little rusty.

Tom: Wait, you mean complete the Rubik's cube?

I looked over at Y/n and she just pursed her lips. But I can tell she was suppressing a smile, her eyes said it all. It told stories not dared to be spoken and kept secrets not dared to be uttered. She held my gaze, and I felt myself slip more and more under the spell she had casted on me. Making me a prisoner never seemed more attractive. She eventually broke our eye contact and glanced back at her brother who had sat the cube down. In shock I reached for it and grabbed the toy in my hand, spinning it around and observing the six sides of the individual colours. I placed it back down in disbelief.

Tom: That was incredible.

Noah: Thank you. Y/n can do it faster though, her record is thirteen seconds.

She shook her head and looked down at her feet. Embarrassment? Surely not? My eyes found the clock sitting on top of the kitchen door and realised I was probably taking a bit too long for a bathroom break.

I spoke quietly so only she would hear.

Tom: I have to go.

She smiled and leant her elbows on the table, I instinctively leaned closer too.

Y/n: Of course, don't want to keep your friends waiting.

Tom: You'll be here tomorrow?

Y/n: Perhaps.

Tom: Well then I'll be back soon.

She chuckled and straightened up. Taking the empty bowl from Noah and placing it behind her.

Y/n: See you soon Spidey.

Tom: Bye Noah.

Noah: Bye!

I fidget my fingers excitedly as I head back to everyone else, the nerves and anticipation of seeing her again bounced around my brain in an endless game of ping pong. Back in the car I couldn't contain the huge grin on my face.

Harry: Ooh is Tom blushing?

Tom: Just drive please.

Sam: Wait, is it the waitress?

Tom: The car still isn't moving.

Haz: Oh it's totally the waitress.

I failed miserably at pretending to be pissed. How could I at the mention of her? Yeah, it was her. Y/n the waitress. But I'm sure there's more to her than that.