❝yours, tommy❞ | dylmas

4. a dance

Important NDA: hello everyone, I hope you're all okay ♥ here's a chapter I'm really nervous about, I tried to write something fluffy and bring out Thomas's feelings, this is why I'm joinging the link of a song for you to listen while reading this (if you want to). It's one of my favourite song ever and the lyrics are really like what's going on in Thomas's head for now on. I really don't know if it fits well with the rythm of the chapter tho haha, so if you're disturbed by the song just don't listen to it and that's okay.

Anyway don't hesitate if you have any comments to make, that could help me improve myself or anything. Also I tried to find a cute gif, but I didn't, sorry :( thanks to everyone reading and loving my story and I send you a big hug!

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Thomas POV

Giggling and trying to push my anxiety away, I take his hand and join him for a dance. He puts his playlist on shuffle and starts to dance like crazy, throwing his hands in the air, jumping around me, as we burst out laughing. I'm not quite comfortable yet, more shy, trying to move my body with the rhythm -but I honestly feel ridiculous. This isn't like the old days where we danced together with all our friends of the cast, this is different now, it's only me and Dylan. He only sees me now. Dylan must notice that I'm not feeling so well, because he grabs my hands and starts moving my arms with his - and we continue to dance.

A lot of songs later, Dylan is quieter and especially, more tired. He calmed down and came into my arms for the last songs of his playlist - slows and peaceful music. I was kind of surprised but mostly happy and nervous (god, so nervous). His arms wrapped around my neck, I hold him tight against me, arms around his waist, my hands crossed on his lower back, and now, we move slowly in sync. His head rests against my chest, and I can feel his beautiful, long eyelashes caressing my shoulder as he slowly blinks.

None of us say a word, I believe Dylan is too tired to chat, as for me well, I can't say anything because I'm speechless. Breathless. All I can focus on is the feeling of my precious boy against me, the warmth of his torso against mine, his heartbeat pounding against my skin (by the way, I could almost feel my own heart breaking through my chest). All I can think of is Dylan tangling his fingers in my hair, sometimes caressing my neck with his thumbs, all I can think of is how my stomach tingles, how I love this moment, and how much I love my Dylan.

The last music slowly fades and suddenly we're in silence, but none of us stop our slow dance. We barely move at this point, and I don't know if Dylan wants to stop or not, but since he doesn't change position and continues to play with my hair, I guess he doesn't want to. For a moment I was scared that the silence would make it awkward, but it doesn't; I believe none of us feel the need to talk, I believe we both needed to connect this way at some point. We've been so close through the years, maybe we needed to make sure we were both still there for each other, even though the three movies are over. Maybe we didn't need to talk to express how grateful we are to have each other.

It's amazing how natural it feels for me, to be this close to Dylan. The touch of others has never been something easy to handle for me, but with him, everything feels different. I feel different. I could not explain, I just know that he is my key to everything. I wish he'd knew. I wish I was brave enough to tell him how I feel, but what if it ruins everything? I'm so overwhelmingly insecure when he's not around, I can't lose him. I close my eyes, trying not to think too much and enjoy this moment. As a response to my concerns, Dylan starts to speak.

"I missed you Tommy." Dylan raises his head and meets my eyes. "I'm so happy to have you here."

My heart stops and my lips part as the overwhelming feeling of endless love runs through my veins. I hold him tighter, the tightest I can. We then continue to move slowly for a few minutes. His face is so close to mine. So close that I can feel his breath against my chin, I can see the different shades of brown meeting in his irises to make his beautiful eyes so perfect. His hands move from my neck to my face and he gently cups my cheeks.

"I think we should go to bed. We have to wake up early tomorrow." He whispers. "Would you carry me? Upstairs?" his voice sounds so tired. I couldn't say no to him, I slightly laugh.
"Like a mermaid-servant again?" "Hum hum."

"Hold tight."

I help him wrap his legs around me, he looks like a little sloth holding a tree branch. He couldn't be any cuter. Enjoying the feeling of my boy against me for a little while more, I carry him upstairs, letting go of him only when we reach his bedroom. Back on the floor, Dylan stares at me for a moment. He doesn't take his eyes of mine for minutes and for a moment I thought I'd faint, nervousness and hope rushing through my brain as it starts making scenarios. Too much to handle for my tiny little broken heart. Suddenly, he reaches his hand to my face and removes a strand of hair from my face.

"Thank you, Tommy. Sleep well. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning," and with that, he kisses me on the cheek, and enters his room.

As I walk back to mine, I feel like I'm floating, hoping maybe tonight was a start for something bigger.

Dylan POV

I crawl into my bed, my heart feeling light, a big smile spreading on my face. I close my eyes and picture tonight in my head.

Something has changed. Something feels different.

I felt so safe, away from everything, back in his arms, dancing slowly. I didn't want this moment to end, like, ever. I don't know what's going on with me, I've never felt like this around Thomas.

I always loved Tommy, we're best friends, right? But tonight, as I saw him dance, looking so beautiful, I felt something more, I needed to be closer, I needed his comforting presence, his reassuring arms holding me tight. We had this for a couple hours and I've never felt something like that before - I've never felt so loved, so safe, I've never felt something so sweet.

I slip under my blankets and set an alarm for tomorrow morning. I close my eyes again and think about Thomas. I think about his skin (so soft), his eyes, his messy hair, his shoulders, his lovely smile. He smelt a bit like chlorine too, because of the pool, but I didn't care, all I cared about was to share this moment with him.

I wonder if he's already sleeping, or if he's thinking about me too.

I hope he's going to love my surprise tomorrow.

Thomas POV

I wonder where he's taking me tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll love it. A big wide smile on my face, I murmur a goodnight to my flower before I slip into a dreamless sleep.