𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

5 | I'm Sorry, Can You Repeat That?

"Darling..." Tom groaned as I sat on the edge of the bed putting my shoes on. My hair and makeup is styled, perfectly done and I have to admit I'm kind of excited to go out.

"Where you going this early? Come back to bed," he mumbled behind me, reaching out to put his hand on my lower back.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon Tom. I'm going out for drinks with Robyn," I responded bluntly, getting off the bed and looking at myself in the mirror. Tom was splayed out on the bed behind me, only just waking up for the day.

"Ooh drinks, can I come?" He slurred, trying to prop himself up onto his elbow but struggling,

"No, you've certainly drunk enough lately," I said again, laughing to myself in disbelief that he just said that and turning to face him.

He stared at me with a dumb look planted across his face, confronted by the fact I was putting him in his place. But at the same time, he looked confused at the words I was saying, as if he had never drunk a day in his life.

"I don't know what's gotten into you but I'm fucking sick of it okay? All these long nights sleeping alone not knowing where the fuck you are and then waking up at god knows what hour because you're stumbling drunk through the house. Do you know how much I worry about you? Never telling me where you are or when you'll be home. And then I have to come pull you off the sidewalk because you're too drunk to fucking stand?! It's so unlike you! You always say you're with the boys but last night Harrison had to pick you up from some guy called Nick who I've never even heard of before. I'm just fucking sick of this person you've become!" I snap, looking at Tom screw his face up and put his arm over his eyes.

"Darling, I'm way too hungover to talk about this right now," he groaned, making me scoff and shake my head. Un-fucking-believable Thomas.

"You're always too hungover to talk to me about anything lately," I say leaving the room and going to the car. If it wasn't for the fact I gave myself a pep talk in the vanity mirror of my car before I left, I would've cried my fucking eyes out. I had spent too long getting ready for drinks with Robyn to waste it on tears.

The bar she picked was stunning, it overlooked the crystal clear water and above our table was a trellis covered in picturesque grapevines. Honestly, it felt like we were on the coast of Italy.

She ordered us cocktails and rolled her eyes when the waiter openly flirted with her, laughing to me after he left saying she found it refreshing not having a jealous Harrison sitting next to her whenever a waiter hit on her.

Honestly, it was nice spending a Saturday afternoon drinking girly cocktails with Robyn; finally getting away from the stress of Tom and the stress of work. The waiter brought out our drinks and we lifted them for a cheers.

"I'm sorry wait a second, is that what I think it is?!" I said putting my drink down and staring at the huge fucking diamond ring on her finger.

"Maybe..." she said holding back a smile, putting down her drink and laughing as I grabbed her hand.

"Harrison proposed?! Oh my god!" I squealed. Honestly I'd have expected it to happen sooner considering they'd been together for so long, Tom and I assumed it would've happened on their recent holiday. I'm so happy for her.

"I know!" She squealed back.

"Fuck it's stunning... and huge, man that thing would give you fucking shoulder pains it's that big," I joked, admiring the engagement ring on her finger.

"It happened last night over dinner, it was just perfect, honestly Y/N I'm shocked he managed to plan the whole thing by himself," she smiled.

"Wait, last night? Harrison dropped Tom home last night... Robyn I am so sorry, did he ruin the night?" I whined, apologetic that Harrison left his own fucking engagement night out to rescue Tom from being a fucking moron.

"No, no, we were already home and we'd already like, you know... So we were just in bed when Haz got the call," Robyn said shaking her head.

I sighed, taking a few big gulps of my drink before putting my head in my hands. Not only was Tom's drinking habits interfering with our relationship, he was ruining his best friends relationship too.

"You okay girl? Honestly, the call from Tom last night was fine he didn't ruin anything," she assured me, putting her arm out to grab my hand.

"How do you do it? Deal with Haz drinking with Tom all the time and getting home so late. I can't fucking keep up with him," I sighed.

"What do you mean? The last time Haz went drinking with Tom was like, two weekends ago..." she said quietly.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" I said in disbelief.

"Haz and Tom haven't gone out together for like two weeks or more now," she repeated.

Okay now the tears are coming, a pep talk won't cut it this time.

"I'm sorry, this is your night. Ignore me, I'm sorry" I say wiping my tears with my napkin and laughing through the uncomfortable situation.

"Girl no, we're going to throw an engagement party for that soon, don't worry. Tell me about Tom and I'll beat his ass for you, I'll make Haz do it too," she laughed, clutching my hands over the table.

And I did. I told her everything that has been going on with Tom. I told her about how I thought the alcohol was just to deal with mourning in the initial few days after the death. About how those few weekend drinks with friends became week day alcoholism and how a few nights a week became a steady habit of getting shit faced.

And to make things worse, every night I thought he was out with Harrison.

And he wasn't.