In Drummer Heaven

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"I really missed it here." Tommy says as we roll back into Los Angeles.

"Me too." I admit from his lap and he kisses my cheek.

"I've liked LA a lot more since you've been in my life." He admits. "Do me a favour?"

"Of course." I say and turn to peck his lips.

"Move in with me?" Tommy says and I smile.

"Yes." I say and kiss his lips again. "I love you."

"I love you too." He says and tucks hair behind my ear.

"Oh Jesus!" Dani yells. "Tommy and Darcy move in together--"

"I guess we're never gonna see either of them again." Nikki cuts off Dani with a laugh.

"Darcy is always late to start with, it got worse when she started dating Tommy. If they live together we're going to be lucky if we ever seen her again." Rose calls.

In all honesty I don't care, I mean they're right. I'm notoriously late and I always have been but I want to move in with Tommy, I love this asshole. He pisses me off sometimes but I lived my life without him and I never want to do it again. I couldn't do it again.

I think it was Jadie who told our manager that not being with Tommy nearly killed me. Actually I think the words she used was 'a complete metal breakdown', no matter the terminology she was far from wrong. Not being with Tommy nearly did kill me and I had my problems with depression before but I had it under control or I thought I did.

Breaking up with Tommy sent me into a tailspin and landed in a deep, dark, depressing place. I'd never say it out loud but I started cutting again and it was hell on earth. Tommy makes me feel like I actually matter to someone because I feel like everyone is just faking it around me. He makes me feel loved and for someone who doesn't believe in love that is a huge thing.

Dating Bret was a million times different than dating Tommy. Bret is funny and sweet and in all honesty he's a really nice guy (minus that cheating thing), but when it came to  the one on one thing. As soon as we'd go out in public or as soon as we were separated for any amount of time he'd become controlling and try to manage everything I did. When we fought it ended in us not talking to each other for days on end over trivial things. I could never talk to him about the stars or he never worried like the way Tommy worried that night I zoned out. Like I knew he cared for me but I wasn't sure how much, if that makes sense.

Dating Tommy is a whole other more amazing thing. We can have stupid conversations and make each other laugh. When we fight there's no going to bed angry or not talking to each other, we make the other talk things through. When Tommy tells me he loves me I believe him and he proves it (even though every once in a while he does get really jealous). We can talk about hard things and our fears because we know that the other person cares. Just being with him makes me so much happier. Tommy is my strength.

It didn't take all that long to pack up all my stuff and move it into Tommy's house. I mean all us girls were moving out of our condo because we have enough money to do so everyone was packing and crap like that. All the boys helped or did the boy version of helping, watching us pack shit and then carry it out to the cars. But within a few days I was completely moved in with Tommy.

Nikki has made it very clear that he is knocking and our announcing his entrance before entering the house. His only argument being is that he didn't want to walk in on Tommy fucking on the couch again. That only raised a few questions on my part considering Tommy and I have never gotten walked in on by Nikki.

Living with my boyfriend is great, I mean we still bicker back and forth but I don't think that's ever going to change. It's just really different to come home and not have Rosie asking me where the hell I've been or why I'm late for work. I mean now if I get in at three o'clock in the morning I'm with the person I live with so there's no argument there.

Anyways, I walk down the stairs and go into the kitchen to see Tommy sitting on the counter with a coffee mug that could have Jack Daniels in it. I walk over to the fridge and pull the jug of orange juice out.

"Did you just brush your teeth?" He asks and I look back at him.

"Of course I did." I state and he laughs.

"Remember yesterday with the orange juice after you brushed your teeth?" Tommy asks and I smile.

"Right." I laugh and put it back in the fridge. "It for damn sure woke me up."

"That is true." He agrees.

I go to walk past him to get a coffee mug but he closes the gap between the counter and the island with his legs. I look over to him and he shrugs.

"You can't go passed." Tommy states.

"Why not?" I wonder and he smirks.

"Because you have told me that you love me today." He laughs and I smile.

When Tommy is sitting in the counter I can't reach his lips even when I'm on tip toe. I use my very limited upper body strength to hoist myself up to his level and place my lips on his.

"I love you." I say and he smiles.

"I love you too." Tommy says and moves his legs so I can pass.

"Thank you." I say.

"You're welcome." He mocks and I laugh.

I hear Tommy jump off the counter and walk up behind me. His arms come around me as I reach up to grab a coffee mug and he kisses my cheek.

"Where are we, baby?" He asks me quietly.

"Tommy, we're still in the kitchen." I remind him. "We didn't go that far."

"I mean think bigger, Darcy." Tommy says and I turn around in his grasp.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his forehead down on mine.

"Where are you going with this?" I wonder and he smiles.

"Just play along, okay?" He asks and I smile.

"Okay, I'll play." I agree. "Where are we? We're in your house." I say.

"No." Tommy says.

"No? We did we go outside?" I ask and he laughs.

"Baby, it's not my house anymore." He says.

"So you sold it?" I ask only making him laugh harder.

"No, my beautiful idiot, I didn't sell the house. It's not my house anymore it's our house." Tommy says and kisses my lips. "I want to hear you say it. It's our home."

"Okay." I agree.

"Where are we, Darcy?" He asks me.

"Our home." I say and he grins.

"I love the sound of it when it comes out of your mouth." Tommy states and kisses my lips.

Personally, I like the sound of it in general.

Our home.