Too complicated

Too complicated: Part 6

Tom POV:

The next week consists of the same basic routine. Whilst I was at work, she would be at university, and a few hours after her shifts started, and I could finally be released from work, I would go down to see her. Most of the time Noah was there too, scribbling childish madness away into a notebook or indulging himself into one of the many books he was in between reading. He'd let me sit and talk with him when I was there. Occasionally Y/n would sit with us for a few minutes in between the chaos that is a busy diner with only a handful of employees. But still, her smile would never fade away at any customer. 

One day as I had gone to see her, I look for Noah who I had presumed would be sitting in his usual position, but when I see the stool empty and tucked underneath the counter, I grow curious, and maybe slightly worried. Just then, Y/n pushes through the kitchen doors, meeting my eyes and smiling at me before rushing to the corner of the diner to deliver the food. She jogs past me as she grabs a handful of napkins and heads back to the same table before pulling out a chair and taking a moment to catch her breath.

Tom: Busy day huh?

Y/n: Extremely, doesn't help we are severely understaffed. Not to mention my long as hell day at uni. So yeah, I am beyond tired.

I chuckle as she rests her elbows on the counter and leans her head down, I'm pretty sure she could've fallen asleep right there and then.

Tom: Where's Noah?

As if being forcefully pulled by strings she lifts her head up to look at me and her eyes threaten to close for longer each time she blinked until they would eventually rest there.

Y/n: Sleepover at his friend's house. Miss him already?

Tom: Yeah, he was teaching me how to solve the Rubik's cube.

She smiles and rubs her eyes yawning and stretching before standing back up again. I was scared she would just collapse of tiredness right here, but her strength pulled her through and she slipped back into the kitchen for a brief moment before taking yet another set of plates to a table. Her sleepy eyes find mine again.

Y/n: You should go. I don't know how long I'm going to have to be here for and Noah isn't even here to entertain you. Go, I don't think the traffic will be that bad right now.

I shake my head and step closer to her.

Tom: I can wait.

I swear I see a slight smile tug at her lips but before I could catch a proper look at it, she shuffles backwards, away from me and tightens her apron.

Y/n: Don't say I didn't warn you.

But I don't regret waiting a few more hours for her. I could tell with each step her legs grew heavier for her, and once in a while she'd catch my glance and I'd smile cheekily at her to make her laugh whilst trying to talk to customers. After battling to let me take her home after she closes up, she gives in and closes her eyes whilst she hummed to every single song that came up on the radio. She's started to do that over the past week. Never singing though, that's too big of a stage right now. I'm just glad she's comfortable enough to even hum. Because I consider myself extremely lucky to have heard her angelic voice in the first place. As she's unlocking her front door, she turns around to me and does something I really wasn't expecting.

Y/n: Do you want to come inside? You don't have to, I understand if you're busy and it's late-

Tom: Sure, I'd love to.

She nods and pushes the door open, stepping aside to let me walk through as she kicks off her shoes and alines it with the wall of the corridor. I do the same and she leads me into the living room, and I look around taking in every detail of the house. I quickly shut my mouth at realising it was hung open and she chuckles.

Y/n: What?

Tom: Everything is so tidy.

She laughs and heads towards the kitchens as I walk around the living room staring at everything I see.

Y/n: I like tidy. You want a drink?

Tom: Umm sure.

She hands me a beer as she opens her own and begins gulping it down, the release of the bitterness swirling down her throat no doubt being much needed after her long day. Instead of sitting on the grey sofa next to us, she crosses her legs and settles on the floor, indicating for me to do the same. I sit opposite her, and she grins as she twirls the bottle around in her hand.

Y/n: I never got to ask you how your day was.

Tom: It was nice actually, I got to visit a bunch of kids, they all seemed to enjoy meeting Spider-Man.

Y/n: Aww, so you're a hero on and off screen huh?

Tom: A hero never thinks of themselves as a hero.

I wink and her gorgeous laugh fills me with wonder.

Y/n: Well then Spidey, what do you consider yourself as?

Tom: Just a regular guy. Who happens to have a really cool job. What about you?

Y/n: Probably the opposite of everything you think I am.

Tom: Why's that?

Y/n: Because there's so much you don't even know about me.

Tom: Then tell me, let me know everything I could possibly know.

Y/n: Maybe one day Spidey. We'll see.

We pass some more time talking and sharing stories, although she's quite reserved with hers' I do seem to manage to build up on my knowledge about her. And I'm happy about that. Before the alcohol starts to wear off on her, and whilst the confidence boost it always seems to hand me still lingers, I sneak my way closer to her. She notices, but doesn't back away. Progress?

Y/n: You know you're not anything I thought you would be when I first met you.

Tom: Really? How so?

Y/n: Young actor already so successful, handsome with millions of followers, I assumed you'd be a bit of a snob really.

I place my hand on my chest pretending to be offended but as her words registered I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows.

Tom: You think I'm handsome?

I see a slight hint of redness splash her cheeks and my stomach does a full 360 flip at the realisation that I had caused it. She playfully shoves my shoulder and sets her empty bottle by her side.

Tom: Well, what if I told you I think you're not too bad yourself?

Y/n: I'd think you're quite the flirt.

Tom: And if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?