Now Or Never ~An OMGitsfirefoxx Fanfiction~

Now Or Never | | No Going Back

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Here's the second chapter I promised :3 ~Emma
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As much as I hated to cry, I balled my eyes out that day. Apparently Tom had ended the call right after I ran into the bathroom, because he was almost immediately banging on the bathroom door. He yelled out my name, pleading for me to unlock the door, to come out and talk, but I did neither of those things. I just sat and listened as my boyfriend pounded on the bathroom door for almost 20 minutes before his pleads suddenly stopped. I guessed he had finally given up and I let out a long sigh of relief. It pained me to hear Tom cry, and I don't think I'd ever actually seen him cry. I visioned him as too strong and determined of a man to ever allow himself to break down in such a way, but I guess you never really can tell. After another hour of sitting alone under the fluorescent light and cold ceramic tiled bathroom, something was beginning to be shoved under the door.

My phone.

I graciously pulled it out the rest of the way, only to see something else being pushed under.

My earbuds.

I smiled for the first time in almost two hours. Music always calmed me, hopefully it could even in times like these. I quickly shoved the earbuds in my ears and went to my music, trying to ignore the thousands of Twitter notifications. The first song that came on when I hit the shuffle button was none other than Neapolitan Dreams. As the little tune began to play, I began to relax and stop my choppy breathing pattern from all the tears that I had cried.

You go and I'll be okay, I can dream the rest away.
It's just a little touch of fate, it'll be okay.
It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I.

I turn my head up to the sky,
I focus one thought at a time,
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves.
It couldn't be a longer time, I feel like I am walking blind.
I have no arrival time.
There are no legible signs, there are no legible signs.

The beginning of the soft and sweet song calms me down enough to the point where I am able to think logically. I stand up, my muscles stiff from sitting in one place for a long period of time, and walk over to the cabinet where I pull out a multicolored bath bomb. I fill up the bathtub and throw the bomb in, the song still playing in my ears, keeping me calm.

I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk,
It's hard to recreate such an individual gait.

You wait your turn into the queue,
You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s,
I don't think you're ever,
A hundred percent in the room.
You're not in the room, you're not in the room.

I relax into the bath and let my worries melt away for the moment, the vibrant colored water swirling around me.

Deepest of the dark nights,
Here lies the highest of highs.
Neapolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea.

You wait your turn into the queue,
You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s,
I don't think you ever,
A hundred percent in the room.
You're not in the room,

You're not in the room....
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My eyes flutter open slowly. Then, suddenly realizing that I'm still in the bath that was now filled with murky water, I bolted awake. There was no more music playing, I'm guessing I went through my whole playlist.

How long was I asleep?!

But if nothing else, I feel better now. I mean, music and a warm bath could solve almost any problem really. I step out of the tub and dry off. I blow dry my hair and hop back into my pajamas considering I didn't change this morning and I didn't have any normal clothes in the bathroom. I reach for the doorknob, but my hand hovers for a moment.

It's okay Sonja, you've got this.

I take a deep breath and try to open the door quietly, but it screeches at the slightest movement of the hinges. Tom's head shot up and he ran over to me, crushing me into a hug.

"Sonja...." He murmurs. I give him a small peck on the forehead.

"I know. We'll figure it out okay?" I comfort him, but I almost break into tears again at my own words. Squeezing him harder, I bury my face in his chest. I don't know how long we stood like that, but I think it could've lasted eternity and I wouldn't have cared. I felt so safe in Tom's arms, it was like he was my fire blanket in the middle of a blazing forest.

"We're not going back to LA." I say into his chest, my voice muffled. This is when Tom ends our embrace and holds me out in front of him, his firm hands on my shoulders.

"What?!"

"I'm not ready yet Tom. I can't face him right now. And I wanna spend as much time with you as possible before-incase shit goes down." I mumble the last few words because frankly, neither of us wanted to hear them.

"Sonja you do realize we can't hide from him forever right? There are going to be collabs, there are going to be conventions....." He trails off, but continues looking me strait in the eyes. I never realized how large his brown pupils were.

"Yeah I get that, but like I said, I wanna spend time with you first. I have videos that I can post, I'm sure you have videos you can post, Canada is ours! Heck, we haven't done anything but buy AriZona and beer yet!" He gives me a lopsided smile, which I take as an agreement. In a flash, I'm over at my dresser picking out clothes other than my pajamas. I look out the window and see a bit of my reflection.

Damn. I'm gonna have to redo my makeup.

As I'm rushing back into the bathroom, I see Tom still standing where I left him, in a daze. I chuckle a bit.

"Oh and Tom? Might wanna wash that lipstick from your forehead."