Break The Barrier | Tommyinnit

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Iris meets Tommy.

I read a lot of love story's; I hope to one day fall in love. To feel so connected to another person. It's sounds magical, powerful.

 I don't think it'll ever happen; I've never made an effort to fall in love.

I'm currently laying in a field, watching the sky waiting for a prince to swoop me off my feet. I watch the clouds, as they form into various shapes.

I close my eyes, wishing for the sky to fall and swallow me whole, I want the clouds to engulf me so I can make odd shapes in the sky, just as they do.

Before I notice, hours go by and the clouds I so desperately want to merge with, disappear. 

In their place are billions of bright stars. I realize I'm starting to sound delirious and should probably head to bed. I make my way back home, through the quiet streets of Brighton.

I turn a corner and find a curious looking blonde boy. I find myself becoming very intrigued by the boy walking the same road as I. He stood under a flickering streetlamp. He looked enchanting.

I begin to wonder what his face looks like. I wanted to speak to him, I looked down to the ground trying to come up with ways to approach him.

 Before I can even attempt to speak with him, I bump into his tall stature. He lets out a huff at the collision, my eyebrows raise followed by my eyes widening.

 "I'm so sorry!" I sputter, my face going red. He looks back at me and my face goes possibly redder, he's pretty. "That's alright," he says, a thick British accent showing.

 I notice a phone in his hand when a voice calls out asking what happened. I jump slightly at the noise but relax instantly. 

"Uh, nothing. listen, Will, I'll call you back." He says not even waiting for an answer before hanging up. He looks up to me and I realize how awkward this is.

I put my hand out, stupidly. "Uh, Iris," he bursts out laughing finding this whole ordeal, amusing. I put my hand down, embarrassed. "Sorry-" he says, cutting himself off with laughter.

 Eventually he calms down and tells me his name. "Tommy" he places a hand behind his neck nervously. I smile, it suits him. 

He very awkwardly asks me to walk with him, claiming he could protect me against the crazies. I say yes. Which could potentially be very stupid of me. We start our walk to the beach. "Do you live down here?" He asks I nod, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"Do you?" He nods, "I moved here a year ago. And you?" I smile, a tired half smile. "I was born here. I moved away for a while." I say holding my hands behind my back. I notice we're nearing the beach.

I watch as Tommy smiles, a playful glint in his eyes. "Race you to the beach." Before I can get a word in, he's rushing a head off me, running towards the ocean. "Tommy!" I shout, running after him.

He looks back at me, laughing. I run as fast as I can, trying to catch up with him. Eventually I'm close enough to where I can grab his jumper. I do as such, pulling his body to collapse into mine. 

We fall back on the sand, Tommy flailing around still trying to win. "Your relentless. I don't even care, you win." I say falling back into the sand. Tommy shoots his hands up into the air, "Yeah, sweet victory!" I laugh at his childlike behavior.

Tommy calms down and lays beside me. "You use such big words," he says after a few minutes of complete silence. I laugh, "Yeah?" Tommy hums.

"Do you want to know my favorite word?" He asks, turning to look at me. I laugh, "Sure," Tommy rests his head on his hands. "My favorite word is bitch." I look at him, confused. "Why?"

It made sense that his favorite word was a swear. The whole night he shouted profanities at me, every chance he got.

"A lot of people are wrongen's, so that word comes in use quite often." He says matter of factly. I laugh. 

"What's your favorite word?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. I look to the stars and smile, "Zenith," Tommy grimaces, "Is that like a drug or something?"

I laugh, I laughed quite a lot today. "No, it means the highest point of something." Tommy grimaces again and laughs, "That's stupid," I roll my eyes, "You know what, maybe I'll go home," I say, jokingly.

"No, no stay, please." Tommy pleads, taking my joke seriously. 

I chuckle lightly, "I was joking, but I should probably head home though." Tommy frowns deeply. He looks to the ground and then back to me, an intense concentration on his face.

"Give me your phone." He demands, holding his palm up right. I simply hand him my phone; He unlocks it and scrunches his nose at the password.

"What's your password?" I grab the phone back from him, pressing the number "21" in. 

"Here," I say once I'm finished. He mumbles a small "Thanks," and begins to fiddle with my phone. He stands up and I follow.

Tommy clears his throat, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. He hands me back my phone without a word, I smile noticing he gave me his number.

"Come on, I'll walk you home." He says, beginning to walk in the wrong direction. I laugh, "Wrong way, tommy." 

Tommy turns to look at me, a vibrant red dusting his face. "Right, lead the way then." he mutters.

I smile and begin the trek back to my apartment with a loud blonde boy on my heel. Literally, he continuously steps on the heels of my feet, laughing every time one of my shoes fly off.

Each time I turn to glare at him he looks away cupping his hands behind his back. I don't think I'll be getting rid of Tommy anytime soon.