Wrong ~ Dylmas/Newtmas

45. Hits up, breaks up

Thomas POV (yay again)

I'm laying in my bed and I've decided to just let my mind race.

I mean, I can't believe I said yes. Sure, I am free tomorrow, but that wasn't what I was planning to spend one of my very few free days on.

And what will Dylan say? I told him I was going to break up with my girlfriend (which I didn't) and then I promise her to come visit. I'm so weak. Perhaps I should call her now and cancel? Tell her everything? No, I can't. So, so weak.

I guess I'll just have to tell her tomorrow. Face to face. Oh God.

"Hi, baby. I love you so much and--"
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention I'm breaking up with you because I'm gay and I've been cheating on you. But thanks for loving me, I guess."

I'm such a horrible person. I never thought I'd ever cheat on anyone. For all it's worth, I never intended to fall for Dylan (I'm not complaining, though).

Maybe I should skip the cheating part? No, she deserves to know. It would've been so much easier if I'd said it over the phone! Now I have to break such bad news to her with her mom hospitalized on top of that. Again, I'm such a horrible person.

I bury my face in my hands and groan. A new thought then cross my mind.

I was in love with Isabella and now I'm in love with Dylan. Does that really make me gay? I mean, aren't there other sexualities? There should be one that fits my love life. I google "sexualities" and a lot of results pop up. I click on the first link and a list appear, which I carefully read through... Bisexuality, that's it! So maybe I'm bisexual? It sounds right, but I'm still not a hundred percent sure. That list was long and I should sleep. I need to get up early tomorrow if I'm going explain to Dylan about Isabella as well as make it to the plane, which leaves at 8:30 in the morning. Right now it's 11:26PM. I need to sleep.

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The next morning I wake up at 7:00AM to the feeling of anxiety, considering what I'll be doing today.

When should I tell Dylan? I mean, he's probably asleep, but should I wake him up? No. I decide to wait (and build up my anxiety even further) and pack for half an hour before I sneak over to his room and carefully knock on his door. At first he doesn't answer, but when I knock a bit harder I can hear a faint "Nooo...".

I ignore it and, since I now know he's awake, open his door. I also ignore the fact that it was unlocked since I'm aware he used to forget to lock his door at home as well (he's got some very entertaining stories about it).

"Hi, sorry. I need to tell you something."
He sits up and looks tired (and cute). His hair is slightly messy and his eyelids are only halfway open. My fingers are longing to touch him, but I don't give in to the desire since I know that I will never leave if I do.

"How did you..." He starts, but then seems to get it. "Oh."

"Yeah. You really need to start locking your door. Anyways... Sorry, I don't have a lot of time. My taxi leaves in about 15 minutes."

"Wait... Your taxi?" He says and frown a little bit as he rubs his eyes. He's obviously still very tired so I don't know how he'll process what I'm about to reveal.

"Yeah, uh... You know how I said that I was going to call Isabella and break up with her?"

"Yeah?" I distinguish worry in his tone and start to have second thoughts. He seems to awake a bit as I look down at the floor. Finally I decide to just confess it all.

"Well, I did call her. It's just... I never got the chance to break up with her and I accidentally promised her I'd come visit her today because her mom's in hospital and... I'm so sorry." I ramble without meeting his gaze. I'm still scared of how he's going to react. Not too bad, I hope.
"B-but I think I'm going to try to break up with her there." I quickly add.