//Warning! There is slight smut in this part, as always I will warn you when it starts and ends\\
TOM'S POV
Why the hell did I do that? Why did I fucking do that?! What was I thinking? Yeah like kissing her would make it all better. It's dark now and she left when it was light out. I didn't tell Melissa nor Bennett where she went because I don't need them freaking out. I just told them she went to go hang out with Jack and Lily and their dumb asses believed it. Why do I always fuck up? I've called her millions of times and she ignores each one of them. I have no idea where she is and I'm panicking. I call her once more and after a few rings it goes straight to voicemail,
"Fuck!", I yell and kick the chair on the back porch. I sit down in the same exact chair and pinch the bridge of my nose. A couple of moments later I hear the back door slide open. I look over to see Melissa peeking her head out with a friendly smile on her face, "Hey I was just checking in on you, you've been out here for a while.", she says,
"I'm fine.", I try to say as nicely as I can with all this anger inside of me and I press my lips into a thin line,
"Alright. Are you gonna stay over tonight or go to the apartment?", she asks,
"I was just gonna head back to the apartment.", I say,
"Okay, you're welcomed to stay.", she says,
"No, it's fine.", I say with a small smile,
"Okay, you should come in soon, it's getting kinda chilly out here.", she says with a slight laugh,
"I'll come in a minute.", I say in a nice manner so she can just go. She nods her head before she goes back inside. I take in a deep breath and check my phone. Nothing from her, so I get up from the chair and go in. I say my goodbyes and they thank me for the millionth time before I leave. On the ride back I'm paranoid and I wish that my phone would ring. I just want to know she's okay, I just want something. I get to the apartment and walk-in exhausted. I throw my suit jacket on the island chair and unbutton my shirt as I make my way to the bedroom. I take my shirt off and put it on the bed for now and start the shower. I take the longest shower in my life thinking it would make me feel better, but after I'm done I still feel like shit.
After, as I'm putting my sweatpants on there's a banging coming from the front door. I'm confused at first thinking I'm just hearing things, but when I hear the banging again I know I'm not crazy. I grab my shirt and slip it over my head. I walk out of the room and as I'm walking down the hall the banging comes again. I go over to the door and look through the peek hole, but when I see Y/n standing there I'm taken back. So I open the door quickly and when I see her there my eyes go wide. In the moment I'm totally shocked, but when I look at her I go from shocked to concerned. She looks miserable, her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks and nose red from the tears staining her cheeks, her hair is a mess and you can practically smell the alcohol coming off of her from a mile away. I don't even know how she got here in this state,
"Thank god you're here!", she slurs and stumbles past me. I close the door hesitantly as she walks in,
"Y/n what are you doing here?", I ask,
"I live here duh. Remember this is our apartment silly.", she laughs and stumbles as she tries to walk straight. I ignore what she just said to not get off-topic,
"Where were you? I called you a bunch of times.", I say and walk over to her,
"I was nowhere important, I just missed you.", she says and comes over to me. Her hand goes to reach for the side of my face, but I catch her wrist when I see blood all over her hand,
"What the hell is this?", I ask as I look at the palm of her hand,
"Oh yeah! I broke a picture and tried to pick it up, but who knew glass could cut you!" she laughs. I shake my head and she takes her wrist from my hold,
"Go sit on the couch, I'll be right back.", I say to her and walk over to the bathroom. I grab a clean washcloth and wet it, then the first aid kit. When I come back she's looking at the books on the bookshelf, "I said sit.", I say sternly,
"Why so stern daddy?", she says and I literally freeze. My eyes go wide as I look at her. What did she just say? She has a smirk on her face, but then she burst into laughter, "You should see your face!", she laughs as she plops down onto the couch. I stand there for a moment to get myself back into reality and push away the feeling that I'm having right now. I walk over to her on the couch and sit down. I grab her hand in mine and start to wipe the dry blood off with the washcloth,
"Now tell me where you were.", I say as I focus on her hand,
"I said nowhere important. But all that matters is that I'm alive. See I'm right here!", she says and laughs,
"Where'd you get the alcohol?", I ask,
"What alcohol? I'm completely sober.", she giggles. I stay quiet as I focus on her hand for now and the whole time I can feel her eyes on me,
"There, now why don't you get some sleep.", I say after I'm done,
"I don't feel like sleeping!", she says and slouches against the couch. I look over and study her. She has her eyes closed, but then she opens them and looks over at me,
"Why did you come here?", I ask again. She stays quiet before she sits up,
"I told you.", she says,
"I know you didn't miss me.", I say to her,
//Smut has started\\
"And why is that?", she asks as she puts her hand on my thigh. I look down at it, but then turn my attention back to her,
"Because you've told me plenty of times.", I say. I feel her hand start to move up my thigh and my heart rate starts to quicken. She comes closer to me and places a kiss on my neck. Her hand grabs my groin and I take a sharp breath in,
"Well I lied.", she says into my ear. She climbs onto my lap so that one leg is on either side and I'm already panting like a dog as her mouth attacks my neck, "I missed you . . . I missed how your hands touched my body and I missed how you made me feel.", she says against my neck and I swear I almost faint, but then I realize that this can't be happening. She's drunk and she doesn't know what she's doing,
"Y/n stop.", I say as best as I can as she still leaves marks on my neck, "Y/n.", I say again and I push gently against her hips, "Y/n-", I say, but she pulls away,
"What the hell is your problem?", she asks frustrated still on my lap,
//Smut has ended\\
"We can't do this. You're drunk and you don't know what you're doing. This is not you, you hate me, remember?", I say even though it kills me to say it. She stares at me, saying nothing. I get prepared to get yelled at or even slapped, but instead, her bottom lips start to quiver, "What, no, no, no.", I say quickly and cup her face,
"I'm sorry.", she cries,
"No, you don't have to be sorry.", I say to her,
"Why am I such a fuck up? I ruined my life.", she sobs and she buries her head into the crook of my neck. I hold her waist tightly as she cries into my shoulder,
"You didn't ruin your life.", I say to her . . . I ruined it,
"Yes, I did. I killed my father, then I fell in love with a guy who then told me that everything we had was a lie.", she cries into my neck, Loved? "I did this to myself. I made myself become a person who I didn't want to be.", she says,
"You're gonna be okay.", I soothe her and she wraps her arms around my torso tighter, "It's gonna be okay.", I say again. She loves me? She has to be talking about me right? Holy shit
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𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 {𝟐} (On Hold)
FanfictionThis is the sequel to Intoxicating is here. Y/n thought her life was perfect with Tom, but to only find out she was a dare. A dare went too far. Her heart ached for his love that wasn't real, she ached for his touch, of the hands that have touched...
