STUCK (TordTom)

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Tom's P.O.V

My eyes widened upon hearing the accented voice over my phone.

"Who's this?" I ask, heart beating painfully fast and my head filled with confusing thoughts.

"Let's meet up. Time square by the fountain. 10 pm sharp. I'll be waiting."

The person then hung up. I just stood there... Frozen.

I know that voice somewhere... It's too familiar that it hurts.

Could it be?

"Boss?"

I turned around and saw Zion running towards me. He stopped in front of me and then he cupped my cheeks.

"Are you hurt? Why did you get out without telling me? What if something happened to you?" Zion asked as he started searching for injuries or anything suspicious all around me.

"I just got a call and since the music was way too loud. Jon told me to answer the call outside." I explained before I was pulled into a hug.

"I was very worried."

I giggled, "You're such a drama queen." I commented as I pushed him away gently,

"Come on, I am being serious about this Boss." He said as he fixed his glasses. I just stared at him. He looked really handsome... More so as usual.. And the mole on his right cheek that is near his eye makes him look cuter.

"anyway..." he grabbed my hand gently and started pulling me back to the stadium, "Tell me if you'll get out again. I got worried you know?"

"But you were busy with the director and the stylists..."

"I already told you. I'd cancel my show for you." he said as he looked at me and smile. Butterflies fill in my stomach and heat came rushing up to my cheeks. I lowered my head as I mumbled,

"You don't have to..."

"I want to." he finished as we entered the dressing room. This is so different from all the relationships that I have been in before.

It's hard for me to adjust to this kind of affection since...

"again, stay within the stadium. You are not to go anywhere without telling me. I have to know about your whereabouts. Okay?" he said, cupping my cheeks and kissing my forehead.

"Alright, but I'll get going to my part time job soon. Then I'll be going to my work. I'll just let you know when I get home."

"Alright. Just be sure to call or text me.. Maybe you'll get drunk again."

"I'll be working, Busy Bee."

"You said that last time." He retorted as he stared at me.

'should I tell him about the call?'

"okay okay..." I replied while nodding, then he walked back into the stage. I just watched his figure disappear, thinking to myself,

'Should I go?'

I lowered my head. The voice was awfully familiar to me. It hurts. I glanced at the clock that was on the wall.

3 pm

'10 pm sharp. I'll be waiting.'

~~~~~~~~~~~Home for the Aged~~~~~~~~~

"Oh and before I go. Here are your extra blankets to prevent you guys from getting cold at night." I said as I handed each old lady a blanket.