Too complicated

Too complicated: Part 8

Y/n POV:

I turned to Noah at the bottom of the staircase, wiggling his eyebrows at me as I scoffed and headed back to the kitchen.

Y/n: So what did you do at Jack's house.

Noah: You're changing the subject.

Noah propped himself on the stool at the counter as his eyes followed me back and forth as I gathered the ingredients for breakfast. I made no effort to look into those innocent looking eyes as he tried to pry mine away from my actions so I could fall helplessly at the will of him. He knew he was cute, he used it to his advantage. And that's not cunning, that's smart.

Y/n: I'm not, I'm simply asking what you did.

I set out his food in front of him, but his gaze didn't drift down to the fresh, warm plate sitting in front of him, rather they stayed rooted at mine. I turn back to grab my own plate and join his side as I used my knife and fork to slice my pancakes into suitable sizes.

Noah: I'm not saying I don't like it.

He began as he ate his first bite.

Noah: I just want to know if you like it.

And that's Noah for you. Completely disregarding his own thoughts and opinions to care for mine. To be the opposite of everything you'd think a nine year old would be in having selfish views that would only benefit himself. I smiled and pushed his messy hair curls behind his ear.

Y/n: You don't have to worry about me.

Noah: You worry about me.

Y/n: But that's my job.

Noah: Well why can't it be mine?

Y/n: Because legally, you can't work yet.

I smirked and got up to wash my dirty dish at the sink. He signed dramatically in defeat as he handed me his plate and started clearing up the kitchen. The silence was gruelling, I pondered telling him there was nothing to worry about to ease his mind, since after all, he was only be caring.

Y/n: You don't have to worry about him in the future. I don't think he'll be around as much as before.

He immediately spun his body to face me, his eyebrows furrowed with shock and confusion. I try not to take notice, but of course he'll demand an explanation.

Noah: What do you mean?

Y/n: We shared a moment but it won't happen again.

Noah: Why not?

Y/n: You know you ask a lot of questions.

Noah: I know. Why not?

Y/n: Because him and I won't work. So you need to accept that now, forget about Tom Holland.

He opened his mouth to speak again but I told him to run up and take a shower, bribing him with his video games to move on. I sighed and brought all of my notebooks and laptop downstairs and began my uni work.

Tom POV:

Haz: Oooh, someone's home late. And in the same clothes as yesterday? Who's the lucky lady?

I shake my head laughing at my stupid best friend's remarks. I lie across the sofa grabbing a pillow to shove over my face, both to hide my smile and not to let Harrison take notice of it.

Tom: Who do you think?

He takes a moment before gasping so over dramatically I could feel the cringe of it grabbing hold of me.

Haz: I thought she said she doesn't want to see anyone?

Tom: She did.

Haz: So...?

Tom: I don't know mate. We didn't get time to talk about it.

Haz: Well what are you going to say?

Tom: I want to be with her. I want her to know that.

I had one or two meetings I had to go to before I could call her. Even then she didn't pick up, it just went straight to voicemail. And my god did the day drag on. I missed her. I missed the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo and her long eyelashes that shielded her eyes from danger, and they always seemed to bat away at me. It was late when I got to her place, I would've told her I was coming but then again, she wasn't answering my calls. And I was left to wonder what that meant for us. She didn't seem like the...one-time-only type. 

It took a while for her to reach the door after I knocked. I made sure to do it gently in worries that it would wake Noah up. She swung the door open, nesting her eyes in mine and slowly stepped aside to let me in. I do so nervously, unsure of where we stood, like I was walking on the eggshells of our relationship. Should I kiss her? A hug maybe? Yet my brain settled on a friendly smile. God Tom how much more stupid can you get? You don't want to be friends! She smiles almost weakly and starts walking up the stairs, indicating for me to follow. 

We reach her room who's door was already wide open and she stepped out into the small balcony she had at her window. I join shortly after, taking in the completely tidy room with its perfectly stacked books and dusted photo frames of her, Noah and who I presumed were their parents. I hadn't had a chance to take it all in last night since I was...occupied with other means. When I meet her at the balcony, she's leaning her elbows on it, closing her eyes and letting the wind flow through her hair, hearing the distant horns and traffic of the city.

Y/n: This isn't going to work, you know that right?

Panic.

Tom: What do you mean?

Y/n: You and I. Whatever this is.

Tom: Why not?

Y/n: Do you really have to ask that question Tom?

I shook my head and squeezed the railings.

Tom: I want to try.

Y/n: Tom...

Tom: No listen. Last night Y/n, last night was amazing. I would not trade what we did last night for anything in this world, it meant so much to me Y/n. I like you, a lot, and I want to try, I want to give this a chance because I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I knew I didn't fight for you. So let me fight for you.

She stared at me, being pulled along with every word I spoke, them pulling her closer and closer to me.

She shook her head not knowing what to say. I step towards her, placing my hands carefully on her waist, our bodies against each other's once more.

Tom: If you don't want me, I'll leave. Tell me Y/n, what do you want?