"You guys are too young,"
"Your feelings aren't real."
"Maybe in another life time, maybe when you're older."
When you were 13 and Tom was 16,you guys realized that you loved each other and that you guys will always be together. But of course the parents and the people in the neighborhood would know about your "Young love". They said that your feelings are not real and that it was just temporary but it was not. They kept saying that you guys are too young to know what you guys were talking about.
"You guys will break up eventually, you guys are too young to know what true love is." They'd say. Over and over again.
When you were 15, your parents thought that it would be a good idea for your family to move to America, they didn't want you to get hurt because they were like the other people. They thought that you guys would break up because apparently young love never lasts.
You guys made a promise with each other. You guys made up your minds that no matter what you guys will find each other when you're older.
You guys kissed. Hoping that the kiss wouldn't be the last one.
It's been 3 years. And you're finally moving back to London. You've made friends but they were nothing compared to your old friends who supported you no matter how crazy your ideas were. You missed them. A whole lot.
You looked forward to seeing Tom again. When boys flirted with you, you would always let them down lightly. Your heart still pound when you think about him. He think about you everyday. Every time he think about you he would smile at the wonderful memories.
He didn't know that you were coming back. He landed an hour after your flight landed in London.
After you landed you and your family went home right away. When you were at your flat, you looked to your right looking at his house. The lights were on since it was already 6pm. You could hear Paddy and Sam's voice. Your face fell when the thought of Tom shooting his movie came into your mind. You thought that he was out of the country. You swallowed the lumps in your throats and walked into your flat.
After 30 minutes of sitting in your room, you decided to go to the park near by. You put on your converse while telling your parent where you were going. You took the spare keys with you. After a few minutes of walking you arrived at the park. You sat on the bench looking at the people around you. Remembering your old memories when you were younger. You smiled sadly to yourself.
"Oh my gosh! (Y/n) you're back!" You heard an old lady said your name as you looked up. The old lady was one of your neighbors.
"Yes, I am. You didn't age at all. Still young." You smiled at her.
"Thank you, how are you?" She asked you.
"I'm great. It's good to be back, to meet the people I used to talk to when I was younger. I'm looking forward to seeing my old friends." You answered her.
"I hope by friends you don't mean Tom," She said.
"Why not?" You asked her.
"Well, he's changed. He let fame get to him. He's not kind or nice anymore. Everybody in the neighborhood were right. You guys will break up and end up not liking each other. Because the feelings you guys felt were not real." She explained with her old voice. They kept on saying the same thing over and over again. You wee tired of that sentence.
"It might not be real but I know what I felt. I might not be as old as you are but I understand my feelings."
"I hope you're right. Anyway I have to go home now, I will see you later (Y/n)." She waved at you as you waved back.
When you were in America, your parents told you to get Tom out of your mind, saying negative things about Tom trying to change your mind about him. But you stayed true to him because you know who he is. You know what he was like. You know the real Tom.
After you cleared your mind, you walked back to your flat. You unlock the door, you had your head down the whole time, looking at your phone. You heard chattering from the living room. No one seemed to noticed you. Except for one.
You jumped onto your bed as stayed there, looking up at the ceiling. You wondered if what the lady said was true. You buried your face into your pillow, thinking. You looked up slightly at your window when you heard your door creaking open. You were facing your window because you didn't want to see anybody at that time.
Your bed dipped from the Tom's weight. You still didn't look up. You just stayed there staring at your window. Tom crawled to your side of the bed. He leaned his face down to your face, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You thought it was your mom checking on you to see if you were sleeping. Tom leaned down closer and kissed your right cheek. He stayed there for for a few seconds before you pulled your face away from his, knowing that it was not your mom anymore. When you pulled away your eyebrows narrowed in confusion until you turned your head sitting up and saw Tom smiling at you.
Your eyes widened as Tom opened his arms for you to hug him and you did. Tom wrapped his arms around your small back as he rest his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your delicate skin softly. Your arms were around his neck as tears started rolling down your cheeks. You guys pulled away after a minute.
Tom was still smiling at you as he wiped your tears away. Tears were also welling up his eyes but he tried his best to stop them from spilling out of his eyes.
"You're actually here," you said smiling, tears still in your eyes.
"I missed you so much," he grinned as you guys rested your foreheads on each other's. Tom leaned down, connecting your lip with his. First it was just a simple kiss, no movement. A few seconds later your lip was moving against his. He held your waist, pushing you down onto your bed as you guys continued to make out.
A few minutes later after you guys were done kissing, you guys started talking about the past year without each other.
"Do you remember when our parents kept saying that we would hate each other in the future because our feelings weren't real?" Tom asked as you guys cuddled. You nodded your head.
"They were wrong, 'cause we're still here together. And stronger than before too." You laughed at the end of the sentence.
"Do our parents know that you're in my room?" You asked, looking up at him.
"No, and you know what? I was stuck in the living room when you got back from where ever you were. You didn't even look up. I was staring at you until you were all the way upstairs. I had to keep calm until I break and ran up the stairs and here I am in your room." Tom kissed your forehead. You guys said I love you's and continued to kissed passionately. Your life was complete.
