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

internet friends/crush AU

Those usernames are not real!! at least, i think so

Tom got home from school.

Finally.

He flung his backpack onto the floor and raced up the stairs to his room. He opened his laptop, powered it on, and sat in the rolling chair.

"C'mon, hurry up!" Tom whined, tapping gently but impatiently on the screen. His 14-year-old self couldn't wait anymore.

After what seemed like ages, but was only a few moments, the screen lit up. Tom clicked on a web browser, typed in Wattpad, and logged onto his account.

He only had one or two books, each with a few hundred reads. Not much. They were mostly about his fandoms, or his art.

But that's not what he was here for.

Tom clicked on messages and clicked on the username that read:

_nør5k1_

He quickly typed a message that said: hey, tord!!!

The young Brit's own username was:

-harpoon.kiing-

Tom nearly screamed when Tord actually answered. For both young males, this was the best part of the day.

_nør5k1_: hey tom ;3

-harpoon.kiing-: how r u??

_nør5k1_: im okay, u?

-harpoon.kiing-: gr8

-harpoon.kiing-: did anything happen at school?

_nør5k1_: uhh

_nør5k1_: not rlly,,

-harpoon.kiing-: okay... did those jerks bully you??

_nør5k1_: *sigh* yeah

_nør5k1_: but it doesnt matter- xD

-harpoon.kiing-: it does matter!!!

-harpoon:kiing-: okay videochat me rn

_nør5k1_: ok

Tom bit his lip as he opened up the app. His foot was tapping on the ground. He was always nervous about talking to Tord on camera.

Shaking those thoughts away, he clicked on the video call button.

Calling... calling...

Connecting...

"Hurry the fuck-" Tom began right as Tord's face popped up on the screen. "Oh.. hey."

Tord smiled a little bit and waved. He soon realized that was a stupid thing to do, so he put his hand down. "Hi."

Fucking hell, his accent.. Tom thought and cleared his throat. "Um. At your school, uh, what happened?" He asked.

The Norwegian lowered his head. His bangs covered his eyes and he hunched his shoulders. "Nothing."

"I know it's not nothing."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Huh? For what?"

"For making you worry. You don't need to worry about me."

"Of course I do!! You're my best friend!"

"..okay."

Tom frowned. "I wanna give you a hug so bad right now."

"Hah, yeah," Tord smiled weakly and finally looked up. "Maybe we can meet someday." Tom's heart twisted as he noticed how tired and weak the other male looked.

"We will." Nodding, Tom dragged his gaze away from Tord's sad grey eyes. "Could you tell me what happened? You can vent to me anytime..."

"Okay, I guess," Tord shrugged. "The other kids, they..." he hesitated. "They call me shit. Things like..." He stopped for a moment to translate the things to English in his head. "Idiot, stupid, whore-- and I believe them."

"No! What!? You are none of those awful things!" Tom shrieked. "You are one of the nicest people i've ever met. You need to be happy! I-I love you, Tord." He said it in a friendly way, but deep down, he meant it as in a couple sort of way.

"I know." Tord smiled and let out a breath of laughter. "You tell me that a lot, Thomas."

He was the only person Tom allowed to call him Thomas. "Yeah, well, it's true. D-Did I make you happy?"

"Yep. You always do."

"...o-oh."

"Stop getting flustered!" Tord giggled.

Heat rushed to Tom's face. "Wha- i'm not!" He whined, crossing his arms.

Then there was awkward silence.

They burst out laughing for no reason. Tom fell off his chair which made Tord practically die.

"tO- AHAHAAHA!"

"Pfft-" Tom sat up and laughed it off, shaking his head. "God, i'm stupid."

"No, you're pretty great." Tord's eyes sparkled.

"You are too, norski."

Should I make a part two where they meet irl?