hassling hayden

awkward, but cute

*tw for rape & violence*

you just sat there, frozen in time. watching tom hit the man over and over and over and over and over.

everytime he punched him, he would let out a breath from his nose. his eyebrows were knitted it concentration. he was biting his lip and his jaw was locked in a tense position.

his freckly forearms were splattered with some blood, which made him look hot. his face, his messy hair, his wrinkled clothes, his bloody knuckles, it was all so hot to you.

but then, he finally stopped his hitting. he brung one hand up to run through his messy locks, and the other to wipe the sweat from the tip of his nose. he was breathing rather hard, and opening his mouth to help he breath better.

he rose his hands to put on the back of his head, and stretched his head back. he closed his eyes tightly and panted out his mouth like a dog. then he turned and noticed you.

toms big emerald glassy eyes were looking at you. the prettiest set of eyes youd ever seen.

tom stepped off of the man under him, and stood up. your eyes followed him up, never leaving his.

you saw pain in his eyes. he looked sad. almost sorry, even.

you looked at him, then at the knocked out man below. you looked back at tom, who was now itching the back of his neck, and pulling an awkward expression. you slightly smiled at his awkwardness. he gave you a small smile back.

you then began to feel dizzy. you felt your face get hot, and brain shutting down. you closed your eyes and fell backwards onto the bed.
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you woke up in somebody's arms. you blinked open your eyes and looked up. looking down at you was tom.

wait, tom? out of everyone, tom?

you widened your eyes and stared into his. they were partly closed, he looked tired. his eyes looked soft though. softer than they usually were. his lips were partly slightly, showing the tips of his 2 front teeth. he was still breathing hard, and still sweating. and still lookin good.

he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and you were cradled in his long arms. sorta like a groom would hold a bride, but sitting down.

"tom, you should get her home." you heard from behind you. you turned your head and saw abbie, wiping sweat from his forehead. he looked stressed too.

"yeah." tom exhaled. you looked back at tom who was now looking up at abbie. tom turned his head back to you and sucked in air with his nose.

"i'm gonna take you to the car, mkay?" he softly said, raising his eyebrows. you nodded a small nod.

he then rose to his feet, holding onto you tightly. you then turned your head again and saw that there were other people occupying the room too.

2 girls were on the ground, washing the blood from it. one guy stood behind abbie, like he was his sidekick. obviously jerry was his sidekick, but still.

you saw abbie nod, and tom nod back. tom then started to walk to the door, the guy behind abbie opening it for him. tom gave him a nod as well and did a straight lined smile.

once he stepped out of the dark room, into the bright hallway you looked down the hall. there was a huge crowd of people, but no music. no dancing. just a big group of people, all looking at you.