Only Just Begun (McFly) Fletcher/Jones - Part 04/04
Title: Only Just Begun
Author: coloured_dream
Part: 4/4
Rating: NC-17 (overall) PG-13 this part.
Genre: Romance, genderswap
Pairing: Tom/Girl!Dan (Flones!!)
Summary: Danny’s not sure there’s such a thing as a perfect man anymore. But maybe there is and maybe her perfect man has been under her nose the entire time.
Disclaimer: Not mine, nothing more than a work of fiction.
A/N: My first complete venture into girl!fic. I’m a little nervous about posting this because I’ve never actually written anything like this before. It’s my first multi-part McFly fic in a while as well so I really hope you enjoy it.
A/N2: Thank you everyone that has stuck with this and read and commented, I couldn’t ask for nicer readers! I’m a little sad the end has come actually, but I have got plans for a sequel of some sorts. Considering how long this took me to finish the sequel might take time but I am working on it :)
Part One / Part Two / Part Three
Part 4
(“Last night can be whatever you want it to be!”)
It’s her phone on the bedside table that wakes her, Dougie’s name flashing up on the screen. She thinks about ignoring it, rejecting his call but knows he won’t give up that easily, if she does he’ll be at the door within minutes knocking until she answers.
Untangling herself from the covers and sitting up she glances next to her and to Tom, still asleep. His head is pressed into the pillows, hair a bedraggled mop of blonde fanned out across his forehead, hand curled up on the pillow next to his head.
She pulls back the covers roots around on the floor for her clothes and steps into her knickers from last night, grabbing Tom’s shirt and shucking it on as she steps towards the bathroom, phone still buzzing in her hand.
“What?” She snaps answering it as she closes the door with a click, turning the cold water tap on and staring at her reflection in the mirror, mascara smeared and hair tangled, hanging limply around her face. Yuck!
“You and Tom are going to be late!” She can almost hear the smirk in his voice, thinks she should protest but the words just won’t come, it’d be pointless anyway. “Twenty minutes and Fletch will be doing his nut.”
“Right, Doug’s. We’ll be there don’t worry.” She runs her hand across her face and combs her fingers through her hair, wonders how she’ll be able to make herself look half presentable in time.
“Good night then, Dan?” There’s a chuckle then and she rolls her eyes, but can’t quite help the smile that forms on her lips.
“Oh, shut up, Dougie!” She laughs despite herself, hanging up, knowing he’ll be wanting the goss the minutes she steps onto the bus, doesn’t think she wants to share though. It feels too sensitive, too private; she wants to keep all the little details to just to herself for now.
With her face quickly washed, her teeth cleaned and her hair pulled back into a messy pony tails she steps out into the bedroom again, Tom stood at the bottom of the bed, half dressed.
He turns to face her when he hears footsteps and the look on his face makes her heart thud dully in her chest, lips upturning into a smile. She steps towards him and there’s no awkwardness like she’d expected, his fingers fist the bottom of his shirt in his hands, the one she’d slipped on when she’d gotten out of bed, eyes meeting hers.
“I was looking for that.” He murmurs, lips meeting hers, the kiss gentle and soft, eradicating all the little worries in the back of her mind, the what ifs. She feels his fingers slipping across her stomach underneath the material, playing with the waist band of her underwear and knows they can’t get caught up in this now. She wants to, god she really wants a repeat performance, but time is not on their side, groans against his lips and reluctantly pulls away.
“We can’t, the guys are waiting for us!” She pouts when she feels him pull away, and begins unbuttoning the shirt so she can give it back, his fingers still resting on her stomach, soft and warm against her skin.
She shivers when the cold air hits bare flesh, hands him back the shirt and roots through her still packed bag for something clean to wear, hears his slight mewl of disapproval as she does so. He’s behind her as she starts pulling on a t-shirt, turns her to face him, shirt on but not fully buttoned a small triangle of smooth skin exposed.
“I should probably go grab my things then.” He speaks softly, eyes never leaving her own as she simply nods, already missing his touch when he steps back, gathering up his phone, his wallet and whatever else that had been hastily pulled from his pockets during his search for a condom.
He’s by the door when he turns back to face her, name soft on his lips, ‘Danny?’ and she whips around to face him at the mention of her name, eyes meeting. He licks his lips and speaks with a whisper.
“Last night can be whatever you want it to be!”
He’s gone with that, her features falling into a frown. She hears the click of the door shutting behind him, stares, and wonders just what the hell she is supposed to do with that?
::
As soon as she steps onto the bus she feels Dougie’s eyes on her, feels her cheeks redden and her head shakes, hoping he understands not to ask her anything now. Dumping her bags in her bunk she wanders back through to the lounge area, and sinks into a seat watching Tom from the corner of her eyes as he sits a little further down, talking to Fletch, his final words to her before he’d left her room lingering in her mind.
Last night can be whatever you want it to be! It plays over and over and yet she can’t reach a conclusion. He’s effectively put the decision in her hands, letting her decide what the next move is, but she doesn’t know what that is yet.
Last night could be just about sex; she knows how easy it would be to say that it was nothing, that it’s better to be forgotten, doesn’t have to be more. However, deep down she thinks she wants it to be. The thought of it not been anything at all scares her probably more than it should, more than the thought of a real relationship.
Tom’s head lifts and he catches her watching their eyes meeting across the room, and she feels like she’s been shocked, a thrill jolting through her body, lips curling into a shy smile. And she knows then in that moment, she can’t just walk away from something that good.
::
The day is spent travelling from one venue to another, she watches the boys play x-box and plays the winner. Whenever Tom’s arm accidentally brushes hers she has to hide her shiver, the touch of his skin flashes memories of his lips on her skin, fingers tracing idle circles on her stomach as she’d fallen into sleep. It’s not entirely off putting, just sort of inappropriate at the present moment, thinks he knows what it does to her too; he chuckles every time she takes a deep intake of breath, eyes slipping closed as she gathers her thoughts and tries to keep her mind on track.
They stop at a service station and Tom and Harry go to get snacks leaving an eager eyed Dougie behind. He’s lounging on one of the sofas, watching her, head propped up on his hands. She wonders how long it’ll be after they leave that he asks, mentally starts a count and only gets as far as ten before she almost chokes on her own salvia at his observation.
“Oh, you so had sex!”
She doesn’t even get words out, he’s continuing, moving so he’s sat beside her, watching her every facial expression with a fascination. She’d probably be more creeped out if it wasn’t Dougie, a picture of innocents no matter his age.
“Yeah, you so have. You have that sort of rosy blush that you only get from sex and Tom is way too cheerful, he’s only ever this happy when he’s got laid!”
She has to admit Dougie is pretty good at observing people, his band mates especially, knows them all far too well. She feels her cheeks start to heat and really wishes they weren’t having this conversation here, now, where anyone could come back and hear.
“So, come on details, what’s he like, good?” She thinks they should have cosmopolitans and chocolate, Dougie likes a really good girlfriend, someone to share her innermost thoughts and secret with. If it was anyone else she’d find their interest in Tom’s finesse as a lover a little disturbing, but is far too caught up remembering the touch of lips, fingers, skin that she can only nod her head and bite into her bottom lip, hearing Dougie’s chuckle from beside her.
“That good, eh?”
“Really good, toe curling even. He knows what he’s doing!”
She sees Dougie’s eye widen a little and tries not to think, chews on her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth.
"So... is this like the start of you two as a couple then?”
Ahh the million dollar question, she thinks the words weighing heavily on her mind as she shrugs, unsure. She really doesn’t know how to answer that question without throwing up a thousand more.
"I don't know, Dougie! I really don't know. He said last night could be whatever I want it to be, but the thing is I don't know what I want. He's fallen for me; told me so, told me everything and I don't know what I feel for him anymore. Last night changed everything."
She sees Dougie’s features fall into a frown, forehead creasing. “Only you can work that out, Dan! Just follow what your hearts telling you."
She tries to ignore the way her heart rate increases, betraying her. The thought of something proper with Tom, something more makes it incredibly difficult to focus her gaze on the small blonde without him seeing through her.
"And what if that ruins everything, ruins the band?" her voice is small and quiet and she hears his snort, sees his smile, watches him shake his head.
"It won't, Dan. The heart doesn't lie!"
::
She waits until they're all on the bus and its moving again. Tom's in the bunks, he'd disappeared almost as soon as he'd come back and she can't help but wonder if he and Harry had the same conversation she and Dougie had.
She moves cautiously towards them, the curtains on his bunk closed and she wonders if he’s asleep, if she should come back, chews on her bottom lip as she lingers. It takes everything she has not to turn away, holds herself steady and calls his name, soft and gentle, hopes he’s heard her.
There’s a muffled groan then and it shoots straight through her, stomach clenching, insides starting to melt. One hand fists the flimsy material of the curtain separating them and she tugs it back, eyes wandering across his prone form, his eyes heavy, opening a little wider when he sees her, adjusts his position and rolls to face her.
When she speaks it's the closest they've come to talking since this morning. She knows it wasn't suppose to feel awkward, knows the whole point of Tom letting her decide was suppose to take away the unease. It doesn’t feel like it’s working, the nerves are churning her stomach and she feels the thudding of her heart.
"I thought about last night. I know what I want it to be!" She tries her best not to let her voice shake, but it still does.
He sits up the best he can and narrows his eyes, seeing her hesitance, watching her chew on her bottom lip. He doesn't speak, doesn’t know what to say, so she breaks the silence, breath heavy, chest tight.
"I want it to be the beginning!"
::
It’s almost the end of the tour; they’re heading south, getting closer to home and she can’t help but wonder what will happen then, the nervous excitement at whatever will happen between herself and Tom. They check into a hotel for the night and she can feel Tom’s gaze on her the entire time as she waits at the reception desk to collect her key card.
She’d spotted him by the lift the minute she’d walked in, his key card absentmindedly swinging back and forth in one hand and his lyric book clasped tightly in the other as he’d waited. He keeps tilting his head, glancing towards her and she can’t help but smile, feeling the hairs on the back of her head stand on end. They hadn’t had the chance to speak, talk things over; there was always someone around, Fletch or one of the guys. She knew the bus wasn’t the right place for that conversation anyway.
Words hadn’t really seemed necessary though, not when there’d been looks, sneaky glances that had made her skin prickle and the remembrance of lips, skin, him on her, inside her swim through her mind rocking her to the very core.
Taking her key card she steps towards him smiles softly and mutters a shy ‘hi,’ feels soft fingers encasing her wrist, pulling her into the lift as soon as the doors ping open. She can feel the heat of his body against hers, smells his cologne, senses spinning as she reaches up and presses a light kiss to his lips.
She knows it’s a risky thing to do and that anybody could see, but she needs to, wants to feel his lips, and know none of the last twenty four hour had been a dream. She feels him murmur her name against her lips, as if in warning, but soft and gentle. She pulls herself away, but not without noticing his hand is still on her waist, rubbing the patch of skin where her shirt had ridden up a little. It makes her shiver, slightly aroused by just his fingers on her skin.
“I don’t know why we need two rooms; one seemed good enough last night.” She chews on her bottom lips and tilts her head, glances towards him with a coy smile curling her lips, watching his eyes widen and his Adams apple bob. She wonders if he’s thinking of last night, if it’s stuck in his mind like it had been hers, chasing circles through her head.
Before either can take the conversation further Dougie and Harry are stepping into the lift, pressing the button for the sixth floor and Tom’s fingers instantly retract from around her waist lightening quick as if he’d been burnt.
She holds back her snort and leans back against the back wall of the lift, leaning towards Tom slightly and listening to Harry and Dougie babbling between themselves. Sneaking a glance at Tom she catches him watching her, and can almost feel the tension in the air, crackling like static, doesn’t know how Harry and Dougie can seem so oblivious.
It’s when the lift jerks to a stop and the doors slide open, Dougie stepping out closely followed by Harry that she feels Tom’s fingers against her own, pressing something into her palm. Her head lifts quick watching the look that flutters over his features, eyes darkened with lust, hopeful, as if waiting for an answer.
The little square of paper feels so heavy in her hand when she looks down, hears Harry calling Tom’s name, watches him move to catch up with him and Dougie, a little reluctant, a little slow. She unfolds the paper as she steps into the hallway, reads the words scribbled in blue biro on his lyric book paper, heart leaping in her chest.
‘How about we make a start on the second chapter. My room 10pm?’
Her heart swells, thudding into overdrive and she feels the waves of emotion hitting her like a raging tsunami, raving her body and soul. She catches Tom turning to look at her, disengaging himself from whatever Harry’s saying, not missing the hopefulness in dark eyes.
She nods her head at him, mouths a, ‘I’ll be there’ and feels the giddy thrum of her heart when he smiles back, the excitement bubbling away under her skin, can’t get the key card in her door quick enough, get inside the room, showered and changed.
::
She stands outside his door at two minutes to ten, the light knock making the tension bubble below her skin, nervous and excitable tension, pulled tight like an elastic band, snapping and fading away as soon as he opens the door. He smiles, cocks his head and wraps fingers around her wrist, pulling her inside.
His lips find hers, hands anchoring her in place against him, and she knows as she loses herself in his gentle touch that this is a journey, a whole new chapter in their life that has only just begun, and that no matter what she’s looking forwards to seeing where it will lead them!
Fin.
Author: coloured_dream
Part: 4/4
Rating: NC-17 (overall) PG-13 this part.
Genre: Romance, genderswap
Pairing: Tom/Girl!Dan (Flones!!)
Summary: Danny’s not sure there’s such a thing as a perfect man anymore. But maybe there is and maybe her perfect man has been under her nose the entire time.
Disclaimer: Not mine, nothing more than a work of fiction.
A/N: My first complete venture into girl!fic. I’m a little nervous about posting this because I’ve never actually written anything like this before. It’s my first multi-part McFly fic in a while as well so I really hope you enjoy it.
A/N2: Thank you everyone that has stuck with this and read and commented, I couldn’t ask for nicer readers! I’m a little sad the end has come actually, but I have got plans for a sequel of some sorts. Considering how long this took me to finish the sequel might take time but I am working on it :)
Part One / Part Two / Part Three
Part 4
(“Last night can be whatever you want it to be!”)
It’s her phone on the bedside table that wakes her, Dougie’s name flashing up on the screen. She thinks about ignoring it, rejecting his call but knows he won’t give up that easily, if she does he’ll be at the door within minutes knocking until she answers.
Untangling herself from the covers and sitting up she glances next to her and to Tom, still asleep. His head is pressed into the pillows, hair a bedraggled mop of blonde fanned out across his forehead, hand curled up on the pillow next to his head.
She pulls back the covers roots around on the floor for her clothes and steps into her knickers from last night, grabbing Tom’s shirt and shucking it on as she steps towards the bathroom, phone still buzzing in her hand.
“What?” She snaps answering it as she closes the door with a click, turning the cold water tap on and staring at her reflection in the mirror, mascara smeared and hair tangled, hanging limply around her face. Yuck!
“You and Tom are going to be late!” She can almost hear the smirk in his voice, thinks she should protest but the words just won’t come, it’d be pointless anyway. “Twenty minutes and Fletch will be doing his nut.”
“Right, Doug’s. We’ll be there don’t worry.” She runs her hand across her face and combs her fingers through her hair, wonders how she’ll be able to make herself look half presentable in time.
“Good night then, Dan?” There’s a chuckle then and she rolls her eyes, but can’t quite help the smile that forms on her lips.
“Oh, shut up, Dougie!” She laughs despite herself, hanging up, knowing he’ll be wanting the goss the minutes she steps onto the bus, doesn’t think she wants to share though. It feels too sensitive, too private; she wants to keep all the little details to just to herself for now.
With her face quickly washed, her teeth cleaned and her hair pulled back into a messy pony tails she steps out into the bedroom again, Tom stood at the bottom of the bed, half dressed.
He turns to face her when he hears footsteps and the look on his face makes her heart thud dully in her chest, lips upturning into a smile. She steps towards him and there’s no awkwardness like she’d expected, his fingers fist the bottom of his shirt in his hands, the one she’d slipped on when she’d gotten out of bed, eyes meeting hers.
“I was looking for that.” He murmurs, lips meeting hers, the kiss gentle and soft, eradicating all the little worries in the back of her mind, the what ifs. She feels his fingers slipping across her stomach underneath the material, playing with the waist band of her underwear and knows they can’t get caught up in this now. She wants to, god she really wants a repeat performance, but time is not on their side, groans against his lips and reluctantly pulls away.
“We can’t, the guys are waiting for us!” She pouts when she feels him pull away, and begins unbuttoning the shirt so she can give it back, his fingers still resting on her stomach, soft and warm against her skin.
She shivers when the cold air hits bare flesh, hands him back the shirt and roots through her still packed bag for something clean to wear, hears his slight mewl of disapproval as she does so. He’s behind her as she starts pulling on a t-shirt, turns her to face him, shirt on but not fully buttoned a small triangle of smooth skin exposed.
“I should probably go grab my things then.” He speaks softly, eyes never leaving her own as she simply nods, already missing his touch when he steps back, gathering up his phone, his wallet and whatever else that had been hastily pulled from his pockets during his search for a condom.
He’s by the door when he turns back to face her, name soft on his lips, ‘Danny?’ and she whips around to face him at the mention of her name, eyes meeting. He licks his lips and speaks with a whisper.
“Last night can be whatever you want it to be!”
He’s gone with that, her features falling into a frown. She hears the click of the door shutting behind him, stares, and wonders just what the hell she is supposed to do with that?
::
As soon as she steps onto the bus she feels Dougie’s eyes on her, feels her cheeks redden and her head shakes, hoping he understands not to ask her anything now. Dumping her bags in her bunk she wanders back through to the lounge area, and sinks into a seat watching Tom from the corner of her eyes as he sits a little further down, talking to Fletch, his final words to her before he’d left her room lingering in her mind.
Last night can be whatever you want it to be! It plays over and over and yet she can’t reach a conclusion. He’s effectively put the decision in her hands, letting her decide what the next move is, but she doesn’t know what that is yet.
Last night could be just about sex; she knows how easy it would be to say that it was nothing, that it’s better to be forgotten, doesn’t have to be more. However, deep down she thinks she wants it to be. The thought of it not been anything at all scares her probably more than it should, more than the thought of a real relationship.
Tom’s head lifts and he catches her watching their eyes meeting across the room, and she feels like she’s been shocked, a thrill jolting through her body, lips curling into a shy smile. And she knows then in that moment, she can’t just walk away from something that good.
::
The day is spent travelling from one venue to another, she watches the boys play x-box and plays the winner. Whenever Tom’s arm accidentally brushes hers she has to hide her shiver, the touch of his skin flashes memories of his lips on her skin, fingers tracing idle circles on her stomach as she’d fallen into sleep. It’s not entirely off putting, just sort of inappropriate at the present moment, thinks he knows what it does to her too; he chuckles every time she takes a deep intake of breath, eyes slipping closed as she gathers her thoughts and tries to keep her mind on track.
They stop at a service station and Tom and Harry go to get snacks leaving an eager eyed Dougie behind. He’s lounging on one of the sofas, watching her, head propped up on his hands. She wonders how long it’ll be after they leave that he asks, mentally starts a count and only gets as far as ten before she almost chokes on her own salvia at his observation.
“Oh, you so had sex!”
She doesn’t even get words out, he’s continuing, moving so he’s sat beside her, watching her every facial expression with a fascination. She’d probably be more creeped out if it wasn’t Dougie, a picture of innocents no matter his age.
“Yeah, you so have. You have that sort of rosy blush that you only get from sex and Tom is way too cheerful, he’s only ever this happy when he’s got laid!”
She has to admit Dougie is pretty good at observing people, his band mates especially, knows them all far too well. She feels her cheeks start to heat and really wishes they weren’t having this conversation here, now, where anyone could come back and hear.
“So, come on details, what’s he like, good?” She thinks they should have cosmopolitans and chocolate, Dougie likes a really good girlfriend, someone to share her innermost thoughts and secret with. If it was anyone else she’d find their interest in Tom’s finesse as a lover a little disturbing, but is far too caught up remembering the touch of lips, fingers, skin that she can only nod her head and bite into her bottom lip, hearing Dougie’s chuckle from beside her.
“That good, eh?”
“Really good, toe curling even. He knows what he’s doing!”
She sees Dougie’s eye widen a little and tries not to think, chews on her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth.
"So... is this like the start of you two as a couple then?”
Ahh the million dollar question, she thinks the words weighing heavily on her mind as she shrugs, unsure. She really doesn’t know how to answer that question without throwing up a thousand more.
"I don't know, Dougie! I really don't know. He said last night could be whatever I want it to be, but the thing is I don't know what I want. He's fallen for me; told me so, told me everything and I don't know what I feel for him anymore. Last night changed everything."
She sees Dougie’s features fall into a frown, forehead creasing. “Only you can work that out, Dan! Just follow what your hearts telling you."
She tries to ignore the way her heart rate increases, betraying her. The thought of something proper with Tom, something more makes it incredibly difficult to focus her gaze on the small blonde without him seeing through her.
"And what if that ruins everything, ruins the band?" her voice is small and quiet and she hears his snort, sees his smile, watches him shake his head.
"It won't, Dan. The heart doesn't lie!"
::
She waits until they're all on the bus and its moving again. Tom's in the bunks, he'd disappeared almost as soon as he'd come back and she can't help but wonder if he and Harry had the same conversation she and Dougie had.
She moves cautiously towards them, the curtains on his bunk closed and she wonders if he’s asleep, if she should come back, chews on her bottom lip as she lingers. It takes everything she has not to turn away, holds herself steady and calls his name, soft and gentle, hopes he’s heard her.
There’s a muffled groan then and it shoots straight through her, stomach clenching, insides starting to melt. One hand fists the flimsy material of the curtain separating them and she tugs it back, eyes wandering across his prone form, his eyes heavy, opening a little wider when he sees her, adjusts his position and rolls to face her.
When she speaks it's the closest they've come to talking since this morning. She knows it wasn't suppose to feel awkward, knows the whole point of Tom letting her decide was suppose to take away the unease. It doesn’t feel like it’s working, the nerves are churning her stomach and she feels the thudding of her heart.
"I thought about last night. I know what I want it to be!" She tries her best not to let her voice shake, but it still does.
He sits up the best he can and narrows his eyes, seeing her hesitance, watching her chew on her bottom lip. He doesn't speak, doesn’t know what to say, so she breaks the silence, breath heavy, chest tight.
"I want it to be the beginning!"
::
It’s almost the end of the tour; they’re heading south, getting closer to home and she can’t help but wonder what will happen then, the nervous excitement at whatever will happen between herself and Tom. They check into a hotel for the night and she can feel Tom’s gaze on her the entire time as she waits at the reception desk to collect her key card.
She’d spotted him by the lift the minute she’d walked in, his key card absentmindedly swinging back and forth in one hand and his lyric book clasped tightly in the other as he’d waited. He keeps tilting his head, glancing towards her and she can’t help but smile, feeling the hairs on the back of her head stand on end. They hadn’t had the chance to speak, talk things over; there was always someone around, Fletch or one of the guys. She knew the bus wasn’t the right place for that conversation anyway.
Words hadn’t really seemed necessary though, not when there’d been looks, sneaky glances that had made her skin prickle and the remembrance of lips, skin, him on her, inside her swim through her mind rocking her to the very core.
Taking her key card she steps towards him smiles softly and mutters a shy ‘hi,’ feels soft fingers encasing her wrist, pulling her into the lift as soon as the doors ping open. She can feel the heat of his body against hers, smells his cologne, senses spinning as she reaches up and presses a light kiss to his lips.
She knows it’s a risky thing to do and that anybody could see, but she needs to, wants to feel his lips, and know none of the last twenty four hour had been a dream. She feels him murmur her name against her lips, as if in warning, but soft and gentle. She pulls herself away, but not without noticing his hand is still on her waist, rubbing the patch of skin where her shirt had ridden up a little. It makes her shiver, slightly aroused by just his fingers on her skin.
“I don’t know why we need two rooms; one seemed good enough last night.” She chews on her bottom lips and tilts her head, glances towards him with a coy smile curling her lips, watching his eyes widen and his Adams apple bob. She wonders if he’s thinking of last night, if it’s stuck in his mind like it had been hers, chasing circles through her head.
Before either can take the conversation further Dougie and Harry are stepping into the lift, pressing the button for the sixth floor and Tom’s fingers instantly retract from around her waist lightening quick as if he’d been burnt.
She holds back her snort and leans back against the back wall of the lift, leaning towards Tom slightly and listening to Harry and Dougie babbling between themselves. Sneaking a glance at Tom she catches him watching her, and can almost feel the tension in the air, crackling like static, doesn’t know how Harry and Dougie can seem so oblivious.
It’s when the lift jerks to a stop and the doors slide open, Dougie stepping out closely followed by Harry that she feels Tom’s fingers against her own, pressing something into her palm. Her head lifts quick watching the look that flutters over his features, eyes darkened with lust, hopeful, as if waiting for an answer.
The little square of paper feels so heavy in her hand when she looks down, hears Harry calling Tom’s name, watches him move to catch up with him and Dougie, a little reluctant, a little slow. She unfolds the paper as she steps into the hallway, reads the words scribbled in blue biro on his lyric book paper, heart leaping in her chest.
‘How about we make a start on the second chapter. My room 10pm?’
Her heart swells, thudding into overdrive and she feels the waves of emotion hitting her like a raging tsunami, raving her body and soul. She catches Tom turning to look at her, disengaging himself from whatever Harry’s saying, not missing the hopefulness in dark eyes.
She nods her head at him, mouths a, ‘I’ll be there’ and feels the giddy thrum of her heart when he smiles back, the excitement bubbling away under her skin, can’t get the key card in her door quick enough, get inside the room, showered and changed.
::
She stands outside his door at two minutes to ten, the light knock making the tension bubble below her skin, nervous and excitable tension, pulled tight like an elastic band, snapping and fading away as soon as he opens the door. He smiles, cocks his head and wraps fingers around her wrist, pulling her inside.
His lips find hers, hands anchoring her in place against him, and she knows as she loses herself in his gentle touch that this is a journey, a whole new chapter in their life that has only just begun, and that no matter what she’s looking forwards to seeing where it will lead them!
Fin.