lovinglygranddevotion

[lovinglygranddevotion]

Tom was used to being followed by his classmates like they were puppies, being the one who everyone else looked up to, and most importantly, the one who everybody craved attention from. 

He felt first-hand how annoying it was when Avery trailed behind him to the common room, awkwardly standing nearby waiting for Tom to ask about the homework assigned during Potions. It was painful the amount of girls who shadowed him on his way to the library in groups, pulling chairs up to hide their intention of watching Tom. 

It was such a constant bother that Tom had to switch his studying to his dorm. They thought they were discreet when they snuck glances at him, occasionally giggling to each other about what he was doing at that time. 

He wondered if you could tell he was glancing, no, more like ogling you in the library he had once forsworn going to. If you could feel him watching as you gained interest in a book to start attentively flipping the pages and then seem displeased when you would crunch your face but be unable to stop reading, turning each page as if it had suddenly become a chore. 

Maybe you noticed him getting tired while staring, but he refused to break his eyes from you and so he started to just lay his head on the table while staring at you. And when he found that the angle he was at didn’t get a good enough look of you, he began gathering books and then laid his head on those. But when placed his chin atop those books, he realized they were too tall and took a few off to finally get a pleasing view of you. 

What if you noticed his eyes slowly closing, but never fully shutting because he wanted to continue looking at you? Would you realize that when Tom saw you rest against your chair and yawn, he clutched his chest because he believed his heart would literally jump out of it? Could you see his ridiculous attempts to stop smiling whenever you would huff in frustration or start fiddling with your clothes in an attempt to cure your boredness?

Did you even notice he was here the entire time, watching you, adoring your every move, and waiting for you to finally leave the library. Waiting for you to go to your own common room, your own dorm, somewhere he couldn’t follow, so he would finally be forced to go back to his room. Even there he wouldn’t be able to leave you alone, because you would consume every thought in his mind until morning came. And then his roommates would be left wondering why Tom had left so early in the morning, unknowing that he would be somewhere outside your common room waiting for you to exit it?

You would have had to notice that by now. And if you didn’t say anything so far, you were fine with it. Maybe you would be okay with Tom picking stuff up after you, taking your discarded quills, and the assignments you threw away in the trash. He already did it anyway.