Emma's POV

Emma woke up the following morning on her bed, not in it. Confused, she got up and realized she still had her clothes from the previous day. She cautiously stepped out of her room and walked out to the kitchen and to the family room, where she jumped back with a start at the shape of someone on the couch. She walked towards them and they turned over, giving her a clear view of their face, Tom. She stood there for what felt like hours, watching his chest rise and fall, smiling at his dream. Running her hand through her hair she headed back to the kitchen and started making toast and scrambled eggs, cracking the eggs in the pan and stirring them, the toast in her toaster over getting nice and brown. All of the sudden, she feels a hand on her shoulder and she turns around fast, seeing Tom smiling at her.

"You don't have to do that, luv. Let me help," he said, his hair a mess as he stepped forward and kept scrambling the eggs. Emma watched as he skillfully stirred, his muscles bulging as his arm moved in slow circles, flipping and stirring the eggs. She watched as he turned the dial off and pulled the steaming eggs off the stove and put them on the counter, Emma pulled some plates out of the cabinet and he dished the eggs onto the plates and she grabbed the toast.

"Strawberry, raspberry, or grape?"

"Er, raspberry please."

"Ok," Emma says, spreading raspberry on his and strawberry jelly on hers and putting them next to the eggs. Grabbing the plates, Tom walked over to the kitchen table and set them down, pulling the chair out for Emma and then sitting down himself. 

"So Emma, how'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good, but I don't really remember falling asleep."

At this she heard Tom let out a soft snicker and put the back of his hand over his mouth to hide a smile. "Yeah, you fell asleep out on the couch during the movie so I moved you to your room."

Emma's cheeks flushed, embarrassed. "Oh," she said, letting out an awkward laugh and grabbing the toast in her hands and taking a bite, jelly smearing on her face. Tom leaned over the table and wiped it off with his thumb, causing her to blush even fiercer than before. She watched as he sat back down and started eating, and they both ate in a comfortable silence before Emma stood up and rinsed the dishes, putting them in the dishwater. 

"You know what? Get your shoes on, let's go for a car ride." Emma smiles and heads over to her room, changing into a fresh pair of jeans and a fresh shirt, pulling her leather jacket back on along with her vans. She then quickly brushed her teeth and hair and headed out of her room to where Tom was waiting on the couch. "You ready?" She nodded and they went out the front door, locking it behind them, and got into his car and they started driving through the icy streets, the windows fogging from the cold of the outside and the warmth of the inside. 

"You wanna turn the radio on?" Emma asked, looking out the foggy window at the snow covered road and grass.

"Sure," he says, reaching up and pushing the button and the speakers come on.

"Thank you for listening to 23.68, the hits you love," then Love Yourself by Justin Bieber started playing and Tom and Emma smiled at each other before joining in.

"For all the times that you rained on my parade, and all the clubs you get in using my name. You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake, you think I'm crying on my own, well I ain't..." they sing along with the rest of the song, having fun and trying not to laugh at each other's faces. When the song finishes they listen to a few more songs, still singing and having fun. They continue for one of two hours before he drops her off at her house and they say their goodbyes. Emma steps into her house and plops down on her couch, he was really good at knowing when and what to do for dates. After making herself a grilled cheese, she turned on FRIENDS on Netflix and watched a few episodes and then stood up and headed to her kitchen, the show still playing as she grabbed flour, sugar, eggs, butter, etc. and started mixing them together in a bowl to make chocolate cookies. When she finished mixing she dropped them on the pan and put them in the oven, wiping her hands on her jeans before sitting down on her couch to continue the show. After another episode, she grabbed her bags and started on her homework from the previous day, even though it wasn't due until next week. 

The timer went off a few questions in and she took the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool a little before packing them into a container. She continued working on her homework, and by the time she finished, it was a little after five. She grabbed her book and lied down on her bed and read a few chapters until she heard the doorbell ring. Confused she rushed over to see who was there, it was Tom! Smiling, she unlocked the door and opened it, ushering him in. He had changed into a white long sleeved tshirt, dark blue jeans, and he still had his black high tops on.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have one more thing planned, come on." Since she never took her shoes off, she just grabbed her stuff and followed him into his car, hopping in the passenger seat and he drove her to a snow-covered field with a bonfire in the middle. Tom parked and they stepped out of the car and made their way to the trunk where he pulled out a blanket and what looked like a cooler. Handing Emma the blanket, she followed him out to next to the bonfire. She lied out the blanket on the ground and he set the cooler on the side and opened it, pulling out food. There were hot dogs that weren't cooked, fruit like grapes, plums, and cherries, and then a few slices of carrot cake. He takes out sticks and gives Emma one.

"Take a hot dog and put it on the stick then stick it over the fire, like this," he instructs, putting one on one of the sticks and sticking it into the fire. Emma follows suit and soon the hot dogs are cooked and they eat them off the sticks, laughing as Tom takes a handful of snow and puts it in his mouth, he obviously had burned his tongue on the freshly cooked hot dog. 

"You ok?" she asked, half of her worried about him, the other half cracking up.

"Yup, I'm good, darling," he says, his cheeks a light pink, whether from the cold or embarrassment she can't tell. They finish up their dinner, eating the fruit and a slice of carrot cake each before sighing and starting talking.

"You're a great guy, Tom. I'm so glad that I went up to talk to you."

"Me too," he says. She looks into his deep brown eyes and they lean in close, her eyes slowly closing as she feels his lips touch hers. She pulls back slowly and he looks at her, his brown eyes full of joy as she makes her way over to him and curls up next to him, facing the fire, staring into its warmth and seeing the snow slowly melt around it.