I Love You, Too~ (TomTord One-Shots)

even more angst

So a little bit of the first part of the dialogue was used in a roleplay (kinda), but the rest is mine. Also, trigger warning: depressing stuff ahead. The picture has nothing to do with the chapter but I rlly like it

Tom kicked Tord in the groin and the red clad male fell to the floor in pain.

"Motherfucker," Tom growled, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, that's what you are!" Tord snapped as he shakily stood up.

"More like Tordfucker."

"Bitch!"

"Twat!"

"Dipshit!"

"Asshole!"

"THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU!" Tord yelled, stomping his foot. "I don't even know why I decided to date you!" He didn't notice the hurt on Tom's face. "That's it... we're done, i'm breaking up with you."

Tom stared at Tord, frozen in shock. I never though he'd go this far. He felt tears blur his vision but he forced them back. "Okay..." He went upstairs to his room, closing and locking the door.

Tord watched him go, too angry to feel any compunction. He left the house with a slam of the door. Meanwhile, Tom was curled up sobbing on his bed.

--Time Skip 1 week--

The house had been filled with silence and the occasional crying from Tom's room.

"I shouldn't have said anything," Tord got up from the couch and sighed. "I'm such an ass." He walked upstairs and tried opening Tom's door. It didn't work. "Please open. You haven't left your room in a week, Tom."

"Yes I have." Tom's voice was shaky and scratchy.

"Only to get chips and Smirnoff," Tord argued. There was no answer. "I'm sorry."

A raspy laugh came from the other side of the door and Tord flinched.

"You're sorry? Sorry? Damn, that's new!" Tom scoffed. He swung open the door and stood there. There were bags under his eyes and his cheeks were tear-stained and red. His hoodie was extremely baggy, like he hadn't eaten, and had a few drops of blood and alcohol on it. "Look at me! I look like shit! More than usual, anyway. And you're sorry? How fucking dare you cause me all this pain and then apologize as if nothing happened!? What in the fuck is wrong with you?"

Tord bit his lip as his gaze searched Tom's face for any sign of sympathy. "I..." he didn't know what to say.

"That's what I thought," Tom snarled and slammed the door in his face.

--Time Skip 1 week--

Tord was sitting on the couch, curled up and staring blankly at the floor. He missed having Tom sleep beside him. He missed running his hands through Tom's hair. He missed Tom's soft lips against his own. He missed--

*CRASH!*

"Huh?" Tord turned around and saw Tom in the kitchen, looking down at shards of glass. "You broke the cup!"

"Yeah?" Tom's sharp gaze burned him like fire. "You broke my heart." He grabbed a knife and went to his room, not forgetting to lock the door.

Shit. Tord stood up and raced up the stairs. He banged on Tom's door in fear. "TOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT KNIFE!?"

Pain-racked sobs were his only answer.

"ANSWER ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Tord yelled, trying to open the door. "DON'T YOU DARE HURT YOURSELF OVER ME!" Different emotions rushed through him. Shit, he's hurting himself... fuck, fuck, fuck!

He took a few steps back and ran forward, pushing his shoulder against the door. It opened and there sat Tom on the bed, the blade pressing into his skin. Beads of blood trickled down his arm and he covered his face with his hood as he stared at his lap.

"Tom!" Tord went to him and flung the knife across the room. He hugged Tom, resting his chin on the Brit's head, and rubbed his back. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

"You left me. You were the only one-" Tom broke off from his sentence and burst into tears, digging his nails into Tord's hoodie. "P-Please don't leave m-me again..."

"I won't. I swear, I won't," Tord whispered as he hugged him tighter, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, my love. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I-I know. I didn't, either."