One Way Or Another ( Tom X F!Reader ) DISCONTINUED

Prolouge

You clicked open the door to the unfamiliar place with a shaky hand and a clouded head. You'll be fine, (Y/N). Your chest harbored a numb feeling when the door unlocked and you observed the common room of the foreign flat with disinterest. Bags trailed behind you as you dragged your feet on the glossed oak floorboards and to where the master bedroom was located and you let your body go limp, your back resting carefree on the bare matress.

You brought yourself to remember what had lead up to this.

It was a crisp day in October, the leaves were once again falling under your boots and it seemed like the world couldn't get any better. You turned your head to witness your brunette lover whistling calmly while he intertwined fingers with you. That same sidewalk you had walked under, now you saw two pairs of feet and had a happy heart. One year had past since your first meeting with him. Not exactly, since neither of you had dated it, but you knew by the gliding of the Autumn leaves that it was true.
You walked with him for an hour on the street, stopping for coffee and tea and talking about meaningless things, more focused on each other than the words coming from your mouths. Both of you had come to savor the company of the other greatly after the incidents of the past year. You loved him with all of your heart and vowed to never let go of him. Or at least in that moment, his hand under the brass table in the fall wind.
Later, you left, watching the sun set on the ridge of the small shops and in light trot, the two of you stayed silent, once again enjoying each other's person, instead of the words drawn from your lips.

You returned to your flat at around 7:48 PM. You remember now only because of what happened next. It was a nightly routine where he'd walk you home and kiss your hand, bidding his goodnight always tactfully gentle. He sometimes stayed and you would linger in his arms for hours and not remember what had happened the next day. Your life was a blur of happy and hazy days, the only clear thing being his face. Oh how you longer for those lips on your own. And your wish was granted. In front of your sky blue mailbox, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. It was a familiar comfort to you and you leaned into him, his arm hugging you to his chest.

"I love you, (Y/n)"

You always filled with the giddiness of young love. He was an old soul, though he was reduced to a schoolboy when he was with you. Laughing, smiling, and even sometimes still acting tough to impress you, even after he had already won your heart and he knew it. That's when you checked the mail. You took it inside and tossed it on the top of the key table and waved to him through the window as he walked off.

Your hand went through your hair and you let out a sigh and your finger tips brushed the scar slowly. You picked up the envelopes and took your place on the solitary arm chair in your quiet living room, thumbing through the mail. One of the envelopes was stamped with fading, red ink that glared at you reading: "URGENT"
You peeled it open and your eyes traced over the notice.

" To the residence of (Y/N) (L/N):

We regret to inform you that you must promptly move away from your town in England, due to your ties with the murders of the liutenants of the communist movement known as the Red Army and the general himself. We must conceal your identity and leave no trace of yourself here. This is strictly for your safety. We trust that you will follow our further instructions to secure your lives, and the lives of others in our community. We will pay for a plane ticket to America for you and the address of your new inhabitation is as follows.

6638 Creek Drive
New York, New York
63489

We will contact you for confirmation of this move. We understand this is a difficult process but we must do this.
Good luck, Ms. (L/N)

-
English Government Board of CCC (Commoner Criminal Connections)"

You quickly returned to present with a shiver. No more vivid memories.. All you remembered was two burly men at your door,dragging you off along with your bags that you had packed in plans of his avoiding the requests of the CCC and moving in with Tom. Stupidly, you didn't inform him prior to the men catching you trying to leave. You remember your aching joints as they pulled you away and you woke up on a plane.

Now you were here, blindly following the instructions of the notice, seeing as your cell and wallet were gone and your ticket was one way. You needed a place to stay. And you had found it. It wasn't anything special, and even if it had been, you were too exhausted to marvel over it. You wanted to see Tom again, and you had no doubt in your heart that you would, since you were no longer in the company of Tord anymore and you weren't in any terminal danger. Or at least that's what you told yourself to soothe your nerves. You already missed him as you drifted off, wondering why just when your life seemed to be looking up, things turned upside down again...