Nothing's Certain At The Start (A McFly Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eighteen

As I walked up the stairs, I heard Tom playing his guitar and singing.

I stood next to the door, peaking through the cracks to listen.

"I never wanted everything to end this way, but you can take the bluest sky and turn it to gray

I swore to you that I would do my best to change

but you said it don't matter

I'm looking at you from another point of view

I don't know how the h--- I fell in love with you

I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do."

"You know, that was really good, Tom." I said earnestly.

He stood there, unresponsive to my compliment.

"Tom, I don't know what you want from me....but i'm sorry. This is all my fault...."

I felt my face get hot again.

"No, it's not! Delilah, it's not your fault...I just couldn't stand watching him talk to you like that. It made me lash out..." He said pushing his hair back nervously and sighing.

"Tom...I-I"

"Just stop! I did it for you!"

"You'd risk your image and career, for your back-up singer?!"

"BECAUSE I-I Lo- care. I care about you." He said.

He looked like he was trying to hold something back. What was it?

I was having a hard time reading into what Tom was saying.

"I really like the new song, by the way."

"Thanks." He said quietly blushing.

"Is it going to be on the new album?"

"Hopefully, I think it's one of the best i've written in awhile."

"I like it. It's got a gritty, real feeling to it."

He smiled lightly and pushed his hair back again, fixing his glasses.

"You want to help me finish it off?"

"Sure!" I said.

"Delilah! You want some tea and biscuits?" I heard Dougie yell at me from downstairs.

"Okay!" I said enthralled by the thought of getting food.

I practically ran out the door.

"Del, hold up." Tom said in the hallway.

"Care to take a walk with me tomorrow in the park? I wanted to talk to you about some things."

"Sure, what time?"

"About 7:00 maybe?"

"That's fine. See you then!" I said smiling.

"and Del?"

"What?"

"Grab me a few biscuits?" He said rubbing his stomach.

"Of course."

"Meow." I heard from down the hall.

"Kitty!" I said like a little girl. I couldn't help it! I have a soft spot for cats. I turn into a little child when I see animals.

Tom laughed in amusement.

"What's it's name?"

"Marvin." He said smiling.

"Come here, boy." I said patting the ground, hoping he would come to me.

"Mrrow." He said walking towards me with the pitter-patter sound of his feet.

"Good kitty!" I said petting him.

He continued to lick me.

"Marv!" As I crinkled my nose from the feeling of sandpaper on my skin.

"I think he likes you." Tom said earnestly.

"You can come visit him more, if you'd like." He said suggestively.

"Really? That's great!" I said hugging Tom.

"Thanks, for everything. I don't know where i'd--"

"Idiot." He said shushing me and patting my head.

"Mrrrrrow." Marvin said purring and rubbing back and forth against our legs.

"Oi, Tom, quit mooning over Del up there and get some biscuits down here!" Dougie said from the stairs.

"We better go. I think you're wife is starting to get angry, Thomas." I said humorously.

He chuckled.

"Very well. C'mon, Marv." Tom said leading Marvin our way.

Meeting Marvin did a very good job of distracting me from earlier, but what did Tom really want to talk about?