That photo exploded my ovaries. He's so hot I can't even. *falls on the floor to fetal position and cries*
Tom can't sleep. It's three am and he's still up. "Tom" I groan. "What?" He replies clearly exhausted. "Go to sleep" I say into the pillow. I wasn't getting much sleep either, with all his tossing and turning keeping me up. "I can't" he replies sitting up and turning the light on.
"Why?" I ask half awake. "I don't know" he mumbles. He's usually a deep sleeper so this is a little odd. "Just close your eyes" I say with a yawn. "Lea I can't sleep" he groans. I sigh and sit up.
I looked over at him with sleepy eyes. He sighed and hunched over. "Are you feeling okay? Are you sick? Let me feel your forehead" I said beginning to worry.
He began shake his head. "No-I'm not sick" he said. "I just- I don't know" he said in a weird way. "You're lying" I replied. He went quiet. "Tom-tell me what's on your mind because obviously somethings up" I say. "It's..My Dad-he's" Tom struggled with his words. "That's why you can't sleep? You're worried about him?" I ask softly.
"No I'm not worried about him-I just"he sighed for a long time. "Yes I'm worried he's in the hospital and I'm just here...hating his guts" he said with a frown. "Go See him Thomas" I said. I only used his first name when I was serious. "I can't Lea" He said throwing his hands in the air.
"Yes you can" I said. "You're just scared-" he got angry. "I'm not scared!" He yelled. "Tom you need to see him it'll help you just like it helped me to see my dad-". I couldn't even finish the sentence. "Well I'm not you Lea I can't just have everything go my way-" he stopped. "Don't you fucking start" I said through gritted teeth.
He didn't say anything. "Why do you always get angry at me?" I asked. "Stop" he said. I sighed and laid back down. "Goodnight" I muttered. He kept the light on. "Lea get up" he said after about five minutes. "Why wanna yell at me again?"I asked. He took a deep breath. "No because I love you and I don't want you going to bed mad" he said.
I sat up crossing my arms.
"I'm sorry-I've been saying that too much to you lately. I can't control my anger. You know that. I just-I always bottle up my emotions and the smallest things can set me off and it's not you, it's not. I'm never mad at you" he said staring at the messed up sheets we slept on.
"I'm sorry Lea" he said. I stared at his face to make sure he was being sincere and not just saying sorry to say it. "I'm not gonna say it's okay...because its not but I accept your apology" I mumbled. He grabbed my hand and rubbed my skin with his thumb. His fingers were calloused and rough from playing guitar all the time.
"Tom?" I said quietly after he stared into space. "Yea?" He asked, a dazed look still on his face. "I'm really tired can I go to sleep?" I ask. He waited a couple seconds to answer. He snapped out of whatever he was in. "Oh yea-sorry baby" he said.
He reached over and turned the lamp off.
I grabbed his hand and pulled it close to my chest. "Lay down Tommy" I said.
He did as I said. My back pressed to his front and his hand pulled to my chest his leg on top of mine. I listened to his breathing. He kept taking deep breaths and sighing. "Tom go to sleep" I mumbled. "Okay" he replied.
"You're hurting my foot" I mumbled. "Oh-I'm sorry babe" I he said moving his leg a bit. I felt his lips kiss my ear and his hand that I wasn't holding close to me was trailing down my neck and onto my back sending shivers down my spine.
Sometimes I wonder what Tom did to make me love him so much. Other times I wonder what I did to make him love me so much.
The next morning I woke up before Tom. I rolled out of his bed carefully so I wouldn't wake him, Kissed head and grabbed my keys to leave.
