Since I didn't want to spend the night all alone after all, I went to my friend Emma's place and there we had a relaxing evening. I told her everything, of course, and she understood that I was angry with him. Just now we are sitting at the breakfast table when my phone rings. I looked at it and see that it is Tom. I let it ring. Let him worry about it, if I'm left sitting then I have to live with the consequences. "Aren't you going to answer it?", Emma asks me relaxed and takes a sip of her coffee. "No, he can worry about it if he does at all. He kept me waiting yesterday and now I'm keeping him waiting," annoyed I look at her and she knows we should be talking about a different topic.

"How's work going? Do you ever have time to do something together? Soon it will be Christmas, we could help the children in the orphanage again and then we could go to the Christmas market, like every year", with a joyful voice I she tells me about her suggestion. I have not thought about all this. My thoughts are only with him. Although I don't want it, Tom is always in my thoughts. When I close my eyes, I see his perfect face in front of me with his incredibly beautiful and soft lips. "Gladly we can do that, I'm sure the kids would love the presents again," I answer her. Her phone starts ringing, she gets up and goes to her bag, while she is talking on the phone I start to put away the dirty dishes. But sooner than I thought, she comes back and holds the phone out to me. "It's for you", I ask her and hold the phone to my ear. "Hello?", puzzled I look at her and she just smiles at me apologetically."

"Why the fuck don't you answer your phone when I call you!", Tom yells at me. "What do you expect! You make me wait for you yesterday, three hours and you think I'm not mad! I'm really mad Tom! I thought you were serious about me, but apparently I was wrong! You're just like any other guy!", I hang up the phone and give it back to Emma. I take my stuff and just look for my key to work. "Do you think it was the right decision?", Emma asked me and I know for a fact that she feels it's her fault for answering the phone. "Em, he's like everyone else, just with a little more money, oh what am I talking about? With a lot of money, but still he kept me waiting, if he cared about me he would have yesterday, spent time with me and not his work."

I say goodbye to her and walk out the door and in front of it is a black Audi. This can't be true, how can he please find me so quickly. I walk past the car and pretend I didn't see him. When the window was rolled down, I don't give him a glance. "Y/N Get in the car. You're going to catch a cold walking all this way," calmly he speaks to me, but I walk faster and ignore him. "Listen, it wasn't my intention to ditch you, but something really important came up-", now I stop abruptly and look at him. "You should have let me know! I got my hopes up, but like everyone else, you're just playing with me. You don't tell me who you are or what you do for work! I have to tell you everything, but not a little bit of truth comes out of your mouth," I yell at him. He gets out and now stands in front of me with his unbelievable body.

No y/n, don't get distracted now, my Inner Voice says to me. "How do I know you're really Tom Holland and not some, money hungry guy trying to pick up women?", he said nothing and just looks at me. "You're cute when you're mad, but get in the car now. Your shift, will be Ilayda today", perplexed I look at him and don't move a bit. "Would you please get in the car scale?", now I'm even ne her surprised. He really said please. He pulls me into the scale and helps me in. What am I going to do now? Can he actually get me to stop being mad at him so fast. I turn to him and just look at him. He's not wearing a suit, that's a new one. He has a black shirt on, which really accentuates his muscles, and black but smart pants. I think in his closet, there is only black other colors he certainly does not have. "We're going to talk now and we're going to talk long and hard. No lies only the plain truth," he explains to me and goes on the streets of London. "Alright, I agree with that," I answer him and keep scanning him.

My urge to him is getting bigger and bigger and I don't know how much longer I can stand it. "If you keep looking at me like that, then I can't guarantee anything anymore," embarrassed, I turn my head away and look at my hands. Tom puts his free hand on mine and looks over at me briefly, but then back at the road. "Don't be embarrassed baby. I like it when you look at me like that, then you are always so focused and absolutely hot at the same time," now he has really made me nervous. Does he really have such feelings or is he just saying that? His phone rings again, which makes him totally tense and he grips his steering wheel tightly. His stoner is tensing up like that again, so I slowly walk my fingertips, along his contours and notice him calming down. "Harrison!" he yells as he answers the phone. "I know you took the day off, but please come see me when y/n agrees," Tom rolls his eyes and looks down the road, annoyed. "Will do," immediately he hangs up and massages his forehead and then looks at me. "What does he mean if y/n agreed?", he smiles slightly and continues to look at the road. "We can discuss all that when we get to my house and have some food." With a huge smile, I look at him and can't help a soft squeak.

After fifteen minutes we arrive back in front of that gate where he has his fingerprint scanned and this time pulls into a garage. When that goes up, I'm missing spit in my mouth. How can you have so many cars and then different brands. Audi, Mercedes, Porsche, two Ferraris, even Maseratis. Tom comes to the passenger side and opens the door for me. When he also helped me to get out, I look around again more closely, these cars are already pure luxury. When I feel a hand on my back, I turn around and look at Tom, who also looks down at me. "You know what's more beautiful than those cars?" he asks me and I shake my head. "You are much more beautiful than those cars. You're like a big diamond that shines more and more and from every side you look at it, it's beautiful, just like you," a tear falls down my cheek, which he immediately wipes away. "You're changing me and I'm not so sure yet if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But now I want a kiss because I haven't gotten one yet today," I joyfully lean up to him and kiss him. He puts his hands around my waist and therefore pulls me closer to him. Our lips move in a slow rhythm and despite the fact that we are already so close, I want him to be even closer. But he pulls away from me and looks at me. "We'll go upstairs now and then we'll talk, about everything we need to talk about," he tells me. "Gladly," I answer him and take his hand in mine. As he walks towards the elevator, I stop and look at him. "Um...are there stairs here?", I ask nervously, looking left and right. "The elevator is the fastest way up," he looks at me questioningly.

"Tom please. I can't go in there. I h-have terrible scared," my hands start to shake and now Tom looks at me a little more seriously. "Baby, why didn't you ever say anything? I could have had it rebuilt," he kisses my forehead despite his sharper voice. "I've only been here once Tom. I didn't even know you had such a huge house until now, which goes further under the floor still," I explain to him and he just nods. He picks up his phone and calls someone. "Baby, we need to get in there now. We have stairs, but it would take forever." He takes my hand and slowly walks in with me. The panic comes slowly and I start breathing faster, which of course he notices. "Close your eyes," he demands and I look at him confused. "I said close your eyes!", startled that he raised his voice, I look at the floor and somehow try to get my panic under control. "Close your eyes and focus on my breathing and my voice," he hugs me to him and I rest my head against his chest since he's taller than me anyway. The doors close and the panic increases, but I try as best as I can to just focus on him. "It'll be over in a minute, you're doing very well," he reassures me. It's amazing how his voice and especially him, can calm me down. I heard a "PING" and the doors open, I quickly step out of the elevator and take one deep breath. I quickly wipe my sweaty hands so that he doesn't see. At this moment, I realize how big this room actually is. But one thing I notice immediately. He doesn't have a bit of Christmas decoration or rather any decoration at all. He stands next to it and looks at me. "Come on now baby. Dinner is already ready," together we walk into a luxurious kitchen. It's triple, no what am I talking about. Six awake as big as my kitchen. The white marble tops make it even more, much more modern and it is all in white. The table is already set and it just looks amazing. "So the plan is that we can catch up on our meal now, undisturbed, and then we'll sit by the fireplace and talk," he tells me, pulling back the chair so I can sit down. I smile at him gratefully, which he actually returns. Even if you can't see it behind his cold facade, but he can be very romantic. "Gaby!" he calls after the elderly lady, who immediately arrived with a wine. When she saw me, she smiles at me and pours wine in my glass of red. "Thank you very much," she goes to Tom and gives him his red wine too. She has a shaky hand, which I notice immediately. My mother had something like that and had to go to the doctor. It came out that she simply had too much stress, which I could imagine very well with Gaby. "Are you okay?", I asked her worried and she just smiles at me. "Of course," she disappears again and I'm still looking after her. Tom put his hand on mine, which makes me look at him again. His look is a mixture of cold and concern. "What's wrong?", I ask him.
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