a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Dinner

I flutter my heavy eyes open as the sunlight shines through the curtain-less windows, as my senses come back I begin hearing muffled shouting. I peel my body from the warm soft mattress beneath me and listen closer, glass smashes on the floor as I hear Tom yelling about something. I lift my legs out of the bed and put my feet onto the cold wooden floor, I tiptoe through the open door and wander over to the staircase to have a better place to hear but not be seen.

"put some respect on her fucking name. Do you realise how much shes been through? You all know damn well none of you would still be here if you went through half she shit she has! You can all either talk about her with respect or not fucking talk at all."
I listen from the top of the stairs as Tom screams at the boys for a reason I'm not sure of
"Tom we all fucking love her man. But she is clearly not ok! I haven't chatted shit about her, I just said I think she needs professional help."
Bill shouts back
"All she needs is our support! She needs us to pull through for her! Im done treating her like a pet, Ive been done treating her like one, thats why I've gone on fucking medication!"
He pauses as silence fogs the air
"Yeah! Im on medication. Because I want her to have some sort of fucking stability in her Goddamn life. She deserves it, she needs this. Any of you, and I mean any of you, treat, talk to or talk about her like shes a piece of shit, you're done." I hear him slam his palms onto the wooden table shaking the glasses sat on top of it
"Look, we want that for her too, all Im saying is that she might need some kind of therapy, because shes clearly going insane." Gustav speaks up
"Shes not fucking insane you bunch of pricks! She has been through so much trauma, its probably catching up! And what? I would've snapped years ago, she has been nothing but chill. You all take that for granted." Tom snaps back shutting everyone down
"Understood."
"And I love her. I fucking love her. So any of you cross her and thats it."
I hear a gasp as Tom openly admits his love for me
"What?" Georg questions
"I am in love with Taylor."
Nobody speaks, the conversation runs empty
"So Im going to see my woman and look after her because no one fucking else has or will" 

He shoves a chair over.
I run back to our room and climb back into bed posing as if I had been asleep all this time, tucked into the duvet with my head rested on the pillows just as they had been when I woke up
"Princess?" I shut my eyes and pretend not to hear
"Wake up my girl" I feel him sit on the bed next to me as he puts his hand on my shoulder stroking my arm, I feel his stare burn through my head as I keep my eyes tight closed
"Taylor?" I slowly groan as I flicker my eyes open trying to look confused, I smile up at Tom who's looking down at me with soft eyes and a sweet smile.
"Good morning my love" He speaks gentle words as he strokes my face with his knuckles, I stretch my arms above my head and beam up at him as he caresses my cheeks
"You slept for so long, I missed your pretty eyes"
"What time is it?" I ask
"Its 8pm, you must be hungry huh?" I nod in response
"Why don't we have a nice dinner out? Just us two?"
"Yeah, Id love that"
"Okay then, get ready we can leave at 9" He pats my head and plants a kiss on my hot forehead before he exits the room leaving me to get dressed.

I want to know what they were arguing about, why they were arguing. Its so weird. And Tom randomly admitting that he is in love with me? I also want to know who said something bad about me, or who sparked up the conversation including my name.
But I'm just grateful that Tom stood up for me, its unusual to hear him speak about me so lovingly. But the tone in his voice when he spoke makes me think he might be in a high, however when he spoke to me his voice softened.
But at the same time I don't want to know who was talking about me, I wouldn't be able to talk to them without feeling embarrassed or angry.

I hop out of the bed letting the cold air hit my skin again as I head over to my bag, its contents strewn out on the floor next to it. I find my turquoise dress which is still sat in the bottom of the bag. I take it out and lay it on the bed before stripping my clothes off, I find new underwear to put on as-well. Once I'm dressed, I brush my nappy hair in the bathroom mirror, I then brush my teeth in silence as the muffled conversations downstairs echo through the floorboards.
"You ready?!" Tom shouts up the stairs for me. I spit the toothpaste in my mouth out and shout back
"Yeah! Coming!" I quickly twirl in the mirror before I head down the stairs.