Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

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I woke up to my eyes burning, an intense ringing in my ears. I groaned in pain as I shut my eyes forcefully, my hand gripping onto the bed sheet under me. I heard a door open somewhere in front of me, a soft closing sound came soon after. "Good, you're awake." A quiet voice said as they walked closer towards me. I relaxed my eyes, opening them slowly. A groggy looking Tom stood beside the bed that I was on, a cup of water and a bottle of pills in his hands. I looked around the room frantically, my heart racing, but soon calming as I realized it was my room. I hummed a response, sitting up and releasing the bed sheet from my grip. He handed me the water, taking 2 pills out of the bottle, handing me them as well. I downed them quickly, gulping them down with the nice cool water. "How are you feeling?" He sat down on the edge of my bed beside my legs. "Amazing. Like I could take on the world." I joked sarcastically, my voice sounding rough and raspy. I cleared my throat, an intense burning forming. He chuckled quietly at me, looking down at his fidgeting hands. "How are you?" I questioned worriedly, placing a hand on top of his shaking ones. His head snapped up to look at me, his face softening with a smile. "Fine, just thinking. I'm glad to know that you're okay." He moved his hands to where they were wrapped around the one that I placed on top of his, the pads of his thumbs rubbing soothing circles along my soft flesh. I smiled back at him, leaning back and groaning to myself. "I'd be lying if I said that I had any clue of what happened last night." I sighed, immediately feeling Tom tense up. "Wait, what? You don't remember anything?" I opened my eyes to look at his now scrunched up face, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth curved down into a slight frown. "No..? What happened?" I raised a nervous eyebrow at him. "Maybe you'll get your memory back later, maybe you won't. I have to get home to Willow, anyways. I told her I was staying the night to take care of you." He released my hand, patting it gently before he got up and walked over to my door, opening it. "Wait, Tom!" I called out to him, sitting up more. He turned to look at me, his face turned dull and sad. "Did I do something wrong?" I squeaked out, my bottom lip quivered slightly as hot tears brimmed my eyes. His expression changed to an emotionless stone, the only emotion I could somewhat find was in his eyes, which were filled with thoughts and wild feelings that needed to be set free, which he wasn't allowing. "No. No, you didn't." He smiled weakly before turning back around and leaving, closing the door softly behind him. I let out an exasperated huff, a hand coming up and wiping my face in confusion. "What the hell just happened..?" I whispered to myself as I laid back down, getting back into a comfortable position. I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to concentrate at regaining any sliver of a memory that I could gain. Luckily, it worked, but it isn't something I wanted to see..

"Come on Y/N, let's go." Tom said comfortingly as his picked me up off of the bar counter, carrying me bridal style to his car, paying the bartender along the way. He set me down carefully onto the passenger seat of his car, closing the door quietly before walking over to the driver's side. He got in and started the car, pulling out and driving down the deserted road. "Heeeeyy Tommy." I slurred, turning towards him sloppily. "Hello Y/N." He smiled at me, trying to give me some attention while also paying attention to the road. "Can I.. Can I tell you somethin?" I looked at him dead serious. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and curiosity. "Alright, go ahead." He pushed me to continue. "I li-like you, a LOT. Like, ooooh my god." I giggled to myself as I looked forward. "I like you too." Tom smiled sweetly. "NO! No, you don't get it! I like.. LOVE YOU. You're so handsome, funny, clever, smart, I could go on forever." I smiled dreamily as I looked out the window. Tom's eyes widened in surprise, his lips parting slightly. "I have a girlfriend.." He mumbled sadly. "I know, and I hate her SOOO MUCH! She gets on my nerves cause' she doesn't deserve you. She's such a slut, you're worth soooo much more." I ranted, my words slurring in some areas more than others. "And you think you deserve me?" He asked a little harsh, his eyes glancing at me like knives ever-so-often. I turned my head towards him, my eyes droopy and glossy from the alcohol. "No. I don't think anyone deserves you. I just think that I'd treat you better, cause' that's what you DO deserve. I'd cherish you because I feel super lucky just to have you as a friend." I licked my dry and cracked lips, a small smile forming. "It just hurts, yah' know? I always have to fake it with you, even though I already know that you can tell. You're the first person who could tell. You're special to me, Tommy boy. But I know you don't feel the same." My smiled twitched, trying to form a frown, but I kept the smile plastered on. Tom was silent, if his eyes could burn a hole into the road, they would've by now. I sighed tiredly, laying my head on the window. I closed my eyes and controlled my breathing, soon falling asleep. "Yeah, I know. It hurts like hell. I feel it too." Tom whispered sadly.

I sat up, audibly gasping. My eyes were wide and my mouth was agape. I ignored the pounding headache that was ripping my brain apart and the dry stabbing pain that my throat, heart, and stomach felt. My mind was going wild, the tips of my toes and fingers were tingling as my nerves were going crazy. One thought replayed over and over in my head, getting louder and louder each time..

'What the fuck have I done?'