The One 【Tordtom/Tomtord】

Jealous Much?

Tom and the drunk lady were sitting at a table, they were facing eachother. Both of them quite inebriated.

Tord went over to Tom, interfering in his conversation with the blonde in a black tank top and blue baggy jeans. Tord grabbed the brit's blue sleeve and pulled him away from that woman.

"What the..?" The drunk lady said, not being able to comprehend what just happened. Tord didn't take the time to explain to the confused male he dragged away from there what just happened either. The Norwegian got out of the bar in a hurry.

Tom pulled his arm away from Tord's grasp. "The bloody hell are you.. doing?" Tom asked, confused. "Taking you back home, dumbass" Tord said looking back at the drunk man he let slip away, Tord rolled his eyes and then went over to Tom, trying to get a hold of his arm again.

Tom stepped back, moving farther away from Tord- not wanting to be near him. "Don't touch me! idiot.." he stepped back again, holding his arms in a hug. "We need to go back home Thomas, it's late.." Tord said, trying to calm down and make his friend understand.

"No, not with... you.. we'll fight, Edd's already mad.."

"He's worried about you, Tom, he isn't mad.. let's go back before he starts stressing out"

Tord says, stepping closer to Tom, he just wanted to go back home knowing Tom would be safe. "No, I- I don't want to fight you, I'm so tired.. I don't want to go. No.. no, no.. Please? Tord... I'm sor.. sorry"

Tom said putting his hands up to his face and shaking his head. "I'm sorry.. I don't- ugh, fuck.." he took his hands off of his face and looked at them, he looked at them like he just did something bad, or if he was scared of what he was going to do.

Tord took this moment to grab Tom's arm, this took the drunk by surprise but he decided to not do anything against it. Tord began to walk home, holding Tom's arm. Being around Tom at night kept reminding him of how close they used to be.

It made him upset. Those times were long gone.. only the memories could bring butterflies to his stomach but that was starting to fade too, remembering how beautiful those nights were and all the times him and Tom were together, alone.

Tom looked up at the starry night sky, he smiled and leaned on Tord's shoulder. Tord was at the left of Tom, near the road since he didn't want Tom to accidentally walk on the road and get run over.

"Tord.. remember we used to.. go out, at night?" Tom said while moving his hand, and intertwining his fingers with Tord's. Though this didn't mean much, Tord's heart was racing. Tord bit his lip.

"Yeah, I miss doing that with you.." Tord said, maybe trying to flirt, mess around to see what happens. Tom stopped leaning on Tord's shoulder and looked at him. "Really?" Tom sounded like he didn't belive what Tord was saying.

"Yeah, I do, a lot actually.. I wish we could do that again, y'know.. just us two at night" Tord said smiling and rubbing his thumb on the top of Tom's hand. "Me too.." Tom said looking down at their hands.

"Can we... do it, Tord?" Tom asked looking up at the man he was talking to. With the long pause, Tord thought of something else. "-What!?? I mean- you're drunk and well, thats-" he stopped in his tracks and let go of Tom's hand so he could scratch his neck, Tord looked away from Tom- not knowing what to say.

"I mean uh going out at night" Tom said looking up at the sky.

"Oh- well, then, sure- I doubt your sober ass will remember this though" Tord said holding Tom's hand again. "Who knows" Tom said resting his head on Tord's shoulder again, it was uncomfortable but he didn't seem to care.

The rest of the walk home was peaceful, they were talking about random nothings- which was a nice break from fighting.
Tord opened the door with the spare key Edd gave him once he moved back in.

The house was dark and quiet. Tord and Tom walked in, guessing Matt and Edd went to sleep. It was late so they didn't blame the boys.

Tom and Tord said good night to each other, which was a first, and they hugged. Well Tom hugged Tord‐and he liked it of course, he went into his room and lay on his bed. His heartbeat was fast and his face hot.

He only hoped Tom felt the same as him. He remembered the drunk lady Tom was talking to at the bar, he didn't like her. He didn't like thinking about her or knowing this might happen again.

He wanted to do something to prevent her from talking to Tom again.

Something permanent..