She's Coming Home

Chapter 7

She's Coming Home
Chapter 7 ~

Tom's POV:

"How was it?" Harry instantly asks as I walk through the front door.

"It was fine." I mumble, heading for the hallway.

"Tom, wait." Harry calls.

Sighing, I turn back to him.

"Have you heard from them?" He asks tentatively.

"No .. I haven't." I mumble.

He nods his head sadly, finally letting me escape to my room.

I shut my door, my hands now jumbling my phone between my hands. Should I call one of them?

Before I knew it I had clicked on Harrison's contact, my phone being held to my ear.

The ringing stops, my eyebrows raising as I don't hear anything.

"Harrison?" I ask.

I hear a sigh, "What?"

I sit on the end of my bed, my fingers picking at my jeans.

"I haven't heard from you guys." I say.

"I know you haven't and you know exactly why." He says.

I frown. It's hard having one of your best friends disappointed in you.

"I went to my high school reunion today." I tell him.

It was silent for a while, but I could tell he was still on.

"That's good." Is all he said.

It was quiet for a while longer. I lay down on my back, my free hand rested behind my head.

"Have you gone out ..." He trails off.

"No, I haven't gone out to any parties or anything. I haven't even had a drink if that's what your aiming at." I answer him.

"That's good. But it's only been a few days mate. Just ... keep trying." He sighs.

"Are you lads seriously not going to come see me?" I ask sadly.

I don't know ... we just thought it'd be best if we stayed away for a while. So you could get better."

"Harrison! I'm not an alcoholic." I argue.

"It's not just that Tom! You got so caught up in everything: the fame, parties, the attention, and we all miss the old Tom we used to know."

I close my eyes, scratching at my neck.

"If I tell you I'm fine you won't believe me. So what do I have to do?" I plead.

"Just don't come and look for us in a month or two. I'll talk to the lads about coming to see you. Just ... don't drink. Find someone to ... distract you. A friend." He says.

"But you guys are my friends." I retaliate.

"Another friend Tom, just, I have to go. I'll see you later." Harrison says, hanging up the phone.

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I recline into the red booth, Lily's phone sitting on the table in front of me. I tap my fingers against the table, waiting to see a head of brown hair walk through the door.

About ten minutes passed by, and I started to wonder if she would even show up. I hardly slept last night, Harrison and I's conversation running through my mind.

"Is that it?" I hear someone ask.

I look up, seeing Lily standing beside the table.

She starts to reach for the phone that sits in front of me but I grab it.