Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 164.

Tom's pov~

I just bought an apartment in New York.

Four bedrooms, four bathrooms. High ceilings, modern furnishings. Architectural chairs, a wine cellar encased in glass. Walls of windows offering a view over the entire city. It was perfect. So damn perfect. I scratched my head, gazing out the window, the view that was once awe-inspiring now somehow seemed pitiful. The London Eye didn't impress me, the city lights hardly compared to those of New York. How pathetic.

A knock on the door thankfully pulled me away from the view. Three loud bangs, too forceful to anticipate a pleasant conversation. Sam had a key, he could let himself in, and Y/N wouldn't have such a heavy knock.

"Tom, open the damn door, I know you're in there!" Harry shouted from the other side, his knocking showing no sign of stopping, visible on the camera outside.

The handle in my hand pressed down with ease, unlike my pride. I opened the door, not surprised to see Harry looking angry.

"Just bought an apartment in New York-" I was interrupted by his fist, hitting me square in the nose, blood flying through the air upon impact. It felt like a sharp knife slicing through my head as I realized he had hit me full force, so hard I stumbled back a few steps.

"What the fuck-"

"Are you fucking insane?!" He shouted through the apartment, the door closing behind him on its own. He took brisk steps towards me, ready to deliver another punch, but he didn't, not because he couldn't, but because he was Harry. Violence wasn't a solution for him, but it was for me.

"Did you get into one too many fights?" He threw his hands up in fiery rage, full-on attack mode. "Did Mom drop you on your head as a kid?" And steam seemed to float above his head. His face almost as red as his curls.

"The fuck are you talking about?" I had no idea, no clue what I had done again to make Harry so furious. To make him hit me, but blood streamed from my nose, soaking into my white T-shirt, and I didn't like that one bit. It had just been freshly washed.
"Of you fucking your wife and leaving right after." Suddenly, it clicked within me. It should have clicked earlier, I know, but I hadn't expected Y/N to spread our private matter so quickly. She never spoke up so loudly before; I had expected to have at least a week instead of just two hours. I mean, what was this? A game of Chinese whispers?

I stared at him, my face devoid of emotion.

"She deserved it," I shrugged, wiping the smeared blood from my mouth.

"You raped her!" he fought back, the word sending a sharp pang through my gut, especially when it came to Y/N.

"No..." she had consented to it. Harry's anger was completely exaggerated. I would never do anything to her without her wanting it. "TOM YOU FUCKING RAPED HER. Who are you lying to?" He pushed me back but this time I didn't let him get away. I grabbed him by the collar of his dirt brown jacket and shook him in my hands.
"I DIDN'T FUCKING RAPE HER. YOU UNDERSTAND?" I despised her, I admitted that. But I had never done anything to her that she didn't want.
My little brother stared at me, his hands ready to attack me again at any moment, his eyes betraying his fear.
"You're sick," he growled from the depths of his soul. "A psychopath." Right on cue. And there it was. So that's what made a psychopath. Good to know I was one. I let my hands fall to both sides and strolled over to the kitchen. My breath still heavy with built-up rage. He wasn't worth talking to, let alone giving him every second of my time.
"Do you know how used she feels?" But Harry didn't let up. He followed me like a teacher's pet. His nose deep in my ass. When I didn't give him an answer, he gave it to me, as if I hadn't expected it. "Damn well stupid she feels. You make her feel like nothing," he explained. I grinned. That was my whole goal. If I had to feel like nothing, what was stopping her from feeling the same way?
That's what marriage was for, right? To go through such times together. So why should Y/N have it better than me?
I gave another twitch and poured myself a glass of whiskey as another drop of blood fell onto the marble slab beneath me. Oh damn...