[Unfinished.]PHOTOGENIC LOVER ♡ Tommyinnit X MALEReader

CH 2. Alone Again

TW! YELLING, THEMES OF DEATH.
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I closed the door behind me silently in our apartment, as to not wake up mum, seeing as she's usually asleep by now. I stand in the doorway for awhile and take a deep breath, just taking in the home scent. I exhale, and take off my blue coat and carry bag. As i start to walk down the hallway to go to my room and out my things away, someone stops me. "Tom?" I know that voice. I turn to my left to see my mum standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She looks tired. "Mum? What're you doing up? You're usually asleep by now," i chuckled. "Thomas...we need to talk," she stated. I felt my nerves jump, not a good sign when a parent says that.

She took me into the kitchen, and we both sat opposite sides of the dinner table. I started to worry. Was it because of school? Or worse? Then she spoke. "Tom... sigh i dont know how to say this nicely," she stammered. "Mum, just say it, please?" I half grinned. She took a deep breathe, then looked into my eyes. "Tom, please stay calm," she asked. I fidgeted with my hands under the table as my leg started shaking.

"Tom, we're moving out of Brighton,"
My heart sank in my stomach.

I tried to process what she said fully, the phrase repeating in my head until i caught onto it. "What?Why!" I cried. "Tom please stay calm," she asserted. "How can I stay calm?! We live a nice life out here for a couple of years and thats it? We're moving? Where?!" I fretted. "Back to Nottingham, back home," she answered. "Home? Home!? This IS home! Or what, am i the only one who thought that???" I squeaked. "Tommy, this place isnt for us," she retorted, annoyance itching her voice. "No mum! this place isnt for YOU! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO LEAVE!" I stood up. "Tommy Im doing this for us!" She yelled. "WHEN HAVE YOU EVER DONE ANYTHING FOR US!? WE MOVED HERE BECAUSE DAD LOVED THIS TOWN! WE DID THAT FOR HIM!" My eyes swelled. "WELL YOURE FATHER ISNT HERE ANYMORE ITS JUST ME! THIS TOWN IS HIS!" She screamed.

"THIS TOWN IS THE ONLY THING OF HIS WE HAVE LEFT!" I sobbed.

She went silent as she heard that. Her eyes started to water. Regret imidiantly set in. I'm such a fucking dick, I'M SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE! The tears stained my shirt, the collar of it completely soaked. My shoulders fell, and I slowly staggered out of the kitchen. "...you'll need some time away from me now..." I blubbered, then walked out the room, down the hallway, and then into my room. I thought of slamming the door, but decided to just quietly shut it. I threw my things on the floor, flopped on my bed, and began to mourn. I sobbed into my pillow, feeling it become damp with salty tears on my cheek. What's wrong with me? Why cant I just be a good kid? Why cant I just be who I was? I turned to my left, to look at the old camera placed on my desk. It reminds me of when I was a kid with dad.

"When I'm old, and my time is done, I will give this camera to you Tom,"

"This will be mine one day?"

"Yes Tom, all yours, and you can't let anyone else have it okay?"

"Yessir! But... i wont be able to take as good photos as you..."

"You will Tom, one day you'll find something inspiring and beautiful, and that inspiring thing can be anything, promise me you'll find it, alright Tommy?"

"I promise dad."

"AHHHH" I screamed into my pillow. "WHY! WHY! WHY WHY WHY! WHYD YOU LEAVE? WHY! YOU- UGGHHHHHH!" I continued to scream into my pillow. I stopped, then slowly got up, and grabbed the camera. I analysed it, every crack and scratch, the clear glass, and tattered strap. I heard a knock at the door, mum. "Yeah?" I mumbled. She opened the door, and saw me holding the camera. I looked in her eyes, she'd been crying, her puffy eyes told me so. "He loved that thing... photography was his specialty," she reminiscenced. I didn't respond. "...he-...he saw himself in y-you alot, you even look like him sometimes..." she wimpered. "He wanted you to be happy, to be a good kid who didnt take shit but didnt give it either," she chuckled, i couldn't help but smile. I heard her presence come closer to me. "Youre photos were amazing Tom, like his..." she placed her hand on my shoulder. "...Tommy, i am-...s-so sorry-" "no mum, im sorry," i interrupted. "All ive done since dad left was be rude and a pain at school, and now- ive ruined it again, our relationship, im sorry..." i sobbed quietly. She held me, and i hugged her back. It was long and loving, its asif all our apologies were said with a single hug. "Tommy... you dont have to come with me to Nottingham," she said. "Wait really? But... you'll be all alone," i worried.

"Tom im 47 not 100," she joked. I chuckled lightly. "I'll be alright," she assured. I smiled glumly. "Alright, when are you leaving?" I asked. "Next week, but you can move into one of the dorms right?" She stated. "Mhm..." i hummed. "Alright, cmon, hug me," she chirped. I laughed abit and hugged her. She squeezed me tight, and i couldnt help but tear up a little bit.

The number after first chapter :D
Abit angsty ee

- Jacks