𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

Village

"excuse me" a little girl pull my dress, "you have something to eat" sadness in her eyes. grime all over her face, and all the visible parts of her body. a dirty and broken dress

i look up from her, to find more kids at her back, all with the same description

how is this possible? this is horrible. everywhere i see, there is only penury and squalor. everyone is starving

"no, sorry" a male voice spoke, Tom

he smile at the little girl and take my arm, pulling me to continue with our road

"don't stop, okay?" tom said, i just nodded. "it wasn't like this" he said after a while and after seeing how sad and sorry i feel

words cant left my mouth. i cant believe what Bradley said is true. i cant believe everyone out here is dying slowly while on the palace we have parties whenever they want

"does this beautiful girl wants a gold necklace?" a man show all of sudden. opening his coat to reveal the incredibly amount of jewelry inside it. none of them of true gold or silver

"keep walking" tom took my hand and pull me faster, "they are just trying to take your money"

and all the road was like that, poor kids, families in general. mans trying to sell you every kind of stuff. its a horrible place, and it breaks me that my family does nothing for it

and it couldn't be missing, a storm. one as big as the village. rain, thunders and even hail. that made us stop. stand down the roof of a store. freezing, since the only thing I'm wearing is one of those disturbing dresses they oblige me to use. and tom, tom in his usual armor, one of the many equals he has

I'm staring at the cloudy and gray sky, seeing the drops fall. i have always like the rain. so as the clouds can feel my eyes on them, i can feel a pair of eyes on me, a pair of chocolate brown eyes. i turn to see their glitter

the only fact of tom staring at me, of us doing eye contact, makes my stomach churn. his wet brown curls falling on his forehead, accompanied by some rain drops

his cold fingers gently put a strand of my wet hair behind my ear, slightly touching my skin. nothing like Bradley's touch. nothing as Zayn's touch. his touch is different, i cant explain how, just believe me when i say it

"come with me" his sweet voice said, taking my hand and guiding me under the rain. running as fast as we can, until we reach a spot. "close your eyes" he stands in front of me with a smile on his face

"what?" i said confused

"close your eyes" he repeated. i finally did it, i closed my eyes. "what do you smell?" i don't need to have them open to know his smile is still there

i used my sense of smell. "it is like when Marth bakes... when she makes bread" i smile by the thought of being home eating the most delicious bread i have tried, well the only one i have tried. "it also smells like those gray days when she arrives to my room with a plate full of cookies and a vase of milk"

"well you haven't try Barbara's one" i open my eyes slowly, to see an excited Tom. he tilts his head aside, where a small bakery is located. you can read W. Mandeville on the window, and behind it every type of bread you can imagine. "come" he once again took my hand to guide me inside the small locale

a bell was heard when he opened the door. "not wet people are admitted in" an old and fat women spoke, wearing glasses looking down at a paper on the sideboard

"i guess ill leave, but you cant always try the best bread on London" the lady look up, taking away her glasses, and the moment she saw the brunet standing by the door happiness invade her, she walked as fast as she could next to us. looking Tom from head to toe, from toe to head. her wrinkled hands cup toms face, and her eyes cant believe what they're seeing

"Thomas" and they hugged, they hugged as if they hadn't seen each other in years, what is actually what happened, thanks to tom working on the palace, thanks to him being my side for almost three years

"so can we get a piece of your delicious bread now?" Tom said the moment they pulled apart. she of course accepted, and couldn't contain her self asking who i am, tom looked back at me, smiling, then return to the baker on his front, "a friend"

i don't know if he said it so that she makes no more questions or because he really considers me as a friend, but any way, hearing that word from him makes me feel happy

"i have your favorite right here" she brought a tray with around twenty croissants, "he always said their name wrong" she said to me

"that's not true" tom said, "i say it correct, you all are the ones who cant say it" he finished making me laugh a little, "how do you say it Y/n?" he turned to me. i said it but apparently i said it wrong

and he was right, Anne's one is the best one i have tried

and we the moment to leave finally arrived, they said their goodbyes and before letting him go she whispered something to him, just that she wasn't so subtle with it, "what are you waiting to tell her how you feel, a girl like that cant be found all days and if you don't do it someone else will" he didn't wait for Toms answer, she hugged me and then we both left

fortunately it stopped raining, well its not raining so hard, so we continue, at every step we make we are closer to that big prison i call home

no words left his mouth, no words left mine. a silence filled the environment, but a smile was placed on each face, making the silence comfortable

and this new memories we created made me forget about the bad taste i had before, he is special

we finally reach the palace, the moment i put a foot on it all the serfdom arrive with me, pulling apart from Tom, fulling me with questions, taking me to the service area, checking me the moment they sat me

no signs of Tom

why would them? he made his work, he brought me save, why would he care now?