Drawn To You

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"Eliana!" Haz says, as he sees the last second of Tom being taken out of the club. "Eliana!"
His hands grab my shoulders, and I look into his blue eyes which give me a familiar comfort.
"What happened?" He asks.
"They- they're taking him. I don't know where." I shake my head.
"No I mean what happened before that?" He questions.
"Kian pulled me away and um, and Tom beat him up really badly. He was bleeding a lot.." I try to explain everything except for how I felt Kians fingers slip into my panties.
"Shit.. they're taking him to jail.."
Haz pulls me outside, and we see Tom being shoved into the back of a police car. Oh no... this is all my fault.
Tom is going to jail because of me.
"Alright I need to call my lawyer and get some money transferred for bail, my publicist needs to make sure this doesn't get out to the media.." Haz says more to himself than to me.
Our driver pulls up, and we get inside, driving off as Haz makes the calls he needs to make.
We get to the hotel, and Haz calls the jail, but we won't know anything for an hour or two.. he's going to be stuck in there until we get the bail sorted out.
I lay on the bed, wearing Toms leather jacket that smells like him. It brings me comfort. My phone starts to ring, and I answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi princess, are you okay? Did Haz get you back safely?" I hear Toms voice through the phone and sit up quickly.
"Tom!" I say, catching Haz's attention. "I'm fine- are you okay? What's going on?"
"They're setting my bail at fifteen thousand, I'll be out before you know it." He says.
"We're coming buddy!" Haz calls, making Tom laugh.
"Don't you worry, I did what I had to do and I'll see you soon- I need to go."
The phone call ends before I can say another word, and Haz is already on the phone with his lawyer again to get the fifteen thousand transferred to pay the bail.
"How will we know it went through?" I ask Haz.
"We won't until he shows up." He says.
Hours pass, and Haz headed for his own room to shower, and clean himself up, but I'm pretty sure he's just fallen asleep. I can't sleep though,  instead I wait up for Tom's arrival, praying that it will be soon. It's practically the middle of the night, and it's daytime in London right now, I've been up for far too long..
My mind keeps drifting to thoughts that I don't want to think about, and I desperately try to stop. I've never been touched like that before.. and to have it be by a complete stranger?
I don't want to think about this anymore!
I pace the room, but my pacing comes to a stop when the door opens, and Tom walks through. I run over to him, my body slamming into his as he pulls me into a tight embrace. He kisses my head, and holds me close.
"Tom I'm so sorry." I say.
"What? No no no." He mutters, grabbing my face to make me look up at him. "This isn't your fault. I'm fine. I did what needed to be done."
"I shouldn't have gone off like I did.." I trail off.
"No he shouldn't have kissed you when you clearly didn't want him to." He states.
He thought Kian was just kissing me? So he didn't see what else happened.. No one knows. Except me.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing." I shake my head. "I'm just glad you're okay."
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Tom went to sleep, but it seems that no matter what I do, I can't rest. My brain just keeps replaying the situation over and over. Why didn't I yell, or fight, why did I even go with him in the first place? Why did I dress the way I did? So many things I could have changed so that this wouldn't have happened..
I move over to the window seat, looking out at the beach across the street. The large waves crashing onto the sand brings me a sense of peace in the chaos happening inside my head. Part of me wishes that Tom had seen what truly happened, so that I wouldn't have to deal with this on my own.
"What's going on?" I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump slightly, not having noticed that Tom was now awake and out of bed because I was spacing out.
I shrug, and he sits next to me, pushing my hair behind my ear to see my face.
"Don't want to talk about it?" He asks.
"Not really." I admit.
"Okay." He nods.
He stands up, walking over to his suitcase. I watch as he unzips it and grabs a little bag out. He walks back over to me, and opens up the bag, handing me something from it.
"Tom why are you giving me a gummy worm?" I ask with pure confusion.
"It has CBD in it. It will relax you and help you sleep." He says.
"Weed?" I question and he nods.
"I promise, it will make you feel better." He encourages.
I eat the gummy worm without hesitation, and he grabs my hand, taking me back to the bed. I get under the blankets, and Tom gets in next to me, both of our heads laying down on the pillows facing each other.
"You rest, I've got you." He says, his hand entangling in my hair which he knows relaxes me.
I look into his deep brown eyes, coming to a somewhat shocking realization.
"I trust you more than anyone in this universe." I say quietly. "Which is why I want to tell you something..."
"What is it darling?" He asks.
I take a deep breath, and say what needs to be said for me to process this.
"When he was kissing me.. his hand um, it slipped under my dress.. and then into my underwear." My voice cracks as I tell him what happened to me, and I watch as his face falls, and his eyes go hard. "I told him to stop- he acted like he couldn't even hear me. Like I wasn't even there."
Now Tom pulls me into his arms, holding me tighter than he ever has before. I've never felt so safe in someone's arms before.. every piece of me trusts him to protect me because he has proven this to me over and over again. He has never given me a reason to doubt him, which is why I know I can trust him with anything. Even this.
He stays quiet, holding my overly exhausted body to his and rolls to his back, pulling me to lay on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, counting each thump that sounds through my ear.
"I have this weirdly strong desire to protect you." He mutters as his fingers glide up and down my back. "I'm here, Eliana. I've got you. Always."
I feel his lips press a kiss to my forehead, and his fingers interlace with mine as we inevitably fall asleep.