We finally arrive at the hotel, the guys allowed me to check in first incase there is a problem since they already got experience at this hotel in Singapore and im very grateful for that. They check my passport and look up my reservation
"Alright Mr Van Hout, youre in room 803, its in the 8th floor just take the elevator and your room should be on the right" the woman at the reception tells me and hands me my Keycard
"Great thank you" I say as I take back my Passport and the Keycard
"Have a pleasant stay" she tells me before I take a step back and let Max check in next
"Should I wait on you guys?" I ask unsure
"Were all gonna have some sleep anyways, so you can go to your room if you want" Daniel tells me and I nod
"Alright, I will see you all tomorrow" I say and grab my suitcases and walk to the elevator, adjusting the guitar on my back before getting in and pressing the button to the 8th floor, looking at Max who is still checking in and start smiling to myself. This time I truly feel safe and confident in my relationship
I pull my suitcases infront of my room and open the door using my keycard, walking in dragging my suitcases in behind me and shut the door before I place my guitar on the sofa and take a look around the room, it's beautiful, has lots of space and a balcony view that is breathtaking
You're even able to see the track from up here
I go back and lift my suitcase on the desk, opening it and taking out my pyjamas and get changed
I search for my charger since my phone is close to dying and stumble across my notebook where I write my thoughts, fears and song ideas in. Lately however I barely used it since the recent songs came naturally. but since I started this book after my suicide attempt there's a lot in here that I don't talk about or try not to think about but after I opened up to Max I feel like its time to face my past.
I sit down, cross-legged on my bed with the notebook on my lap. After taking a deep breath I open the first page, its a picture of me and Tom, right after we met each other in the hospital. He just had his appendix removed and instead of laying in his bed and rest he kept interrogating me. Asking me what happened, if im gonna be alright and why I'm cuffed to the bed. I lied to him that day and told him I was in a fight and someone pulled out a knife and they cuffed me so I wouldn't be able to run away from the police before they questioned me. After a week passed however and not one Police officer came by he realised that I lied. Since he already healed he was able to get out of his bed and walk over to me. Asking me again what happened to me, calling me out on my lies. He told me whatever it was he wouldn't make fun of me but when I told him the truth he went quiet.
He just sat on the side of my bed staring at the floor. He asked me to promise him that I'd never try anything like that again. He was the first person to completely ignore the fact that I was gay and only cared about how I was doing. But as time passed he got to leave the hospital and left me a note with his phone number, facebook and Snapchat name. Little did we know we would be working together in 6 years time.
Some tears start flowing down my face thinking about it, I can't imagine how my life would've gone if I hadn't met Tom in that Hospital room
I skip a couple of pages and suddenly get to the page where I met Theo at the Karting track, pictures of us and the tickets he got me to watch his races taped to the pages, it reminds me how eventho it ended bad, it really meant a lot to me when we first got together. I got this new group of friends that didnt know a thing about me which was probably for the best.
I move to the next page and its pictures of me and my first Piano and a new guitar that Theo gave me. Tom sitting next to me as we play the piano together while Theo is just staring at me from the corner of the picture with a bright smile.
