Love The Way You Lie

11. 22...

It was Saturday morning. All week Tom had been ignoring me. Dodging me whenever I would try to talk to him. He wouldn't even look at me. I felt horrible for judging him. What did I know?! Maybe he had a good reason for breaking up with them! All I wanted was to talk to him so I could apologize.

My alarm went off. Happy birthday to me...

Tom's point of view:

All week I had ignored her. I thought that— oh! Fuck that! It doesn't matter what I thought! She just saw me as an asshole who slept around. As much as I was angry at her, I couldn't help but love her. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I mean, all I could think about was her smile, her warmth, the way she said my name. I couldn't sleep anymore! I was just laying there, tossing and turning. All I wanted to do was knock on her door and tell her the real reason why I couldn't be with the girls from my past! That she was the real reason why my heart wouldn't love anyone else. But the angry side of me was still too strong...

My alarm went off... Fuck... it's her birthday...

As I got up, I tried to change my mind to put myself in a better mood. But I couldn't shake the feeling away. I was in pain. That's what it was. Pain from the way she saw me. As I got dressed I kept telling myself that she wasn't worth all of this agony. Until I arrived downstairs and saw her laughing at the dinner table, surrounded by my family that had decorated the whole house for her and my brothers. Once again, her smile took all the anger and suffering away. I felt my heart filling up as her laughter echoed into the room. She was so beautiful. She was worth all the pain in the world and I needed to tell her. As soon as possible.

Emily's point of view:

As I came down the stairs, I almost had a heart attack as everyone yelled "Happy Birthday!" . Nikki, Dom, Sam, Harry, Paddy and even Tessa had decorated the house with balloons and colourful strings  on the ceiling. A banner was hanging above the kitchen table written: "Happy 22nd Birthday to our three musketeers!" It was so cheesy! But at the same time so perfect! Tears of joy started forming into my eyes.

"See! I told you this would be a good day! Now sit! I made chocolate banana chocolate chip pancakes with lemon waffles and... I even grilled you bacon, even though I don't understand how you can mix that with your pancakes and waffles! But! It's your birthday! So I won't judge!" Sam had a huge smile painted on his face as he placed in front of me a plate of waffles and pancakes with bacon on the side.

"You are a true chef! Thank you birthday boy! You guys didn't have to do all this for me... I mean... it's also your birthdays! So why is it MY favorite breakfast?" I asked kindly.

"Because, I chose the... midnight activity... and Sam chose the restaurant for tonight! So we decided that breakfast should be for you!", said Harry as he tread carefully to not reveal our plan to go out clubbing (even if Dom and Nikki suspected it).

"Thank you boys! And thank you Nikki and Dom... this is... I mean... just thank you!", I said as tears started coming up again.

"Ok! Now time for our birthday tradition! Let's see... last year Emily won... so Em, will you do the honours?" Asked Sam as he passed me the bowl of marshmallows.

"I'm gonna crush both of you again!" I said ready to win.

"Will see..." said Harry.

I don't really know how it started, but for as long as I can remember, the twins and I, on the day of our birthdays, would have a contest. The contest was to see who could fit the most marshmallows in our mouths under 50 seconds! I hold the record with 18 marshmallows! Sam last year arrived at 15 but almost threw up! Harry was so close to beating me with 16 marshmallows, but as he squeezed the 17th in his mouth he sneezed and it caused him to spit out all the candy. It was silly. But it was our silly tradition.