Maybe one day - Tom Holland (English)

Secret love song

When I woke up I was in a strange place, it was certainly not a hospital, there were no devices' sounds, I am not in any of the hotels. I decided to get up, that's when I felt the unbearable headache, but who told me to surrender to the charms of alcohol? Oh yes, wait, yeah, it was Tommy, my little Tommy. I never imagined that the worst that would happen to me during the trip was my supposed best friend, but now in this strange place even what happened seems small, and I shake my head, to try to shake those memories, if I didn't remember it was better was not?

A woman entered the room and I recognized her immediately, Nikki, inside the room was Tom's mother and I on impulse cringed.

Calm down, everything is fine!

Where am I? And what happened to my clothes? - I asked scandalized as soon as I realized that I was only wearing a t-shirt that was too wide to be mine and my underwear.

I'm Nikki, Tom's, Sam's and Harry's mom, you're at my house, the boys didn't want to let you go alone to a hotel in that state, so Tom brought you here, by the way, you're in his room dear!

I appreciate all the care, but I can't stay!

If I had any choice or courage to leave, it dissipated when Tom entered the room, making everything go round again.

Dear subconscious, it reminds me never to touch a drop of alcohol again!

Tom came in and went straight to the little secretary, picking up a notebook, oh no, that was really my diary, where did I leave it? Did he read anything? But he said nothing, he just put the notebook on my lap and looked down, his eyes were red and his fists were bloody. And despite everything that happened, I worried about him, and the sight of a sad and injured Tom got the best of me. I put my hand on his chin and lifted it, making him look me in the eye.

Tommy, get the first aid kit, please!

Tom left, and when he came back he was carrying the box in his hands. I prepared a gauze to clean his wounds, and while I was cleaning I felt Tom cry, and my heart was already broken, it broke a little more.

Tommy, my little one, don't cry, please, it breaks my heart to see you like this.

I, I'm.... Sorry. - The man in front of me cried more and more, like a lost child.

Without fear, I pulled him to me and let him cry all over my shoulder, but without realizing it, I also cried with him.

Tom? Youu, did you read the diary? - I couldn't help asking, but I confess that I'm very afraid of the answer! If he read, what did he read, and what if he read everything? He would know how much I was in love with that look, the smile and the laughter. Or maybe it wasn't that bad, after all, maybe he just knew how much he destroyed me.

I read it little one, I didn't know it, but that letter, I never read anything as beautiful as the words you once wanted to address me. And for a change I shattered your soul, without even allowing you to tell me everything you wanted, and I regret every second of not being able to hear you say how much you wanted me by your side.

Stop Tom, please, it hurts, and it hurts too much to think about what you did, I don't blame you, you had no way of knowing. - I was already crying my eyes out, and my little Tommy tried to hug me but I walked away denying his hug I needed to tell him how much I wanted him, how much he killed me every second of that night, but for that he couldn't touch me , or the little courage I gathered would certainly dissipate from my body.