❝yours, tommy❞ | dylmas

6. a surprise for dylan

Thomas POV

At the restaurant, I play with my hands under the table, waiting for Dylan to come back from the bathroom. We found a lovely place nearby, and luckily there were tables asides from everyone, so we could eat peacefully. We ate and talked a lot, learning little things we didn't know about each other.

I try to be as relaxed as I can, aware that for Dylan this diner is probably just a diner, but for me it's maybe a beginning, a chance to carry our relationship further.

I pay for both of us obviously, and we walk out of the restaurant. Approaching the car, I speed up a little bit and open the door for Dylan. He giggles and before he gets into the car, he kisses me on the cheek, leaving me with a tornado of butterflies in my stomach.

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I wake up early in the morning, decided to surprise Dylan again. I quietly get ready and, not making a noise, I leave the house and start walking towards the city. Dylan's house is situated outside of the city, not very far from it but enough to live his life away from paparazzi's etc. The atmosphere is different where he lives, there are more trees, less cars, less people. It's nice.

The weather is nice too, the sun gently hitting my skin. As usual when I'm alone, with nothing to distract me, I start to think too much and sadness kicks in. I don't know why though, but I'm used to it. I should have taken my headphones.

When I see the first stores a little further, I shake my head (as it could chase the negatives thoughts out of my mind), trying to relax and push my anxiety away. Focus on the mission: get some pastries for Dylan, I think for myself. The noises from the city hit me, along with my nervousness. I stop walking and take a deep breath. It's okay, you can do this on your own.

Should I turn back and go home?

Deciding against it, I start walking again and soon I'm in the street where the bakery is. And obviously, I'm soon surrounded by people. And I can't help but begin to freak out. I'm suddenly aware of every move I make, every step I take, and I feel like an idiot who's being stared at. Come on Thomas. You're almost there, I think. I keep my head down and try to speed up a little bit but no too much, cause I don't want to drag any attention to myself. Luckily, I finally arrive at the bakery and quickly push the door: I sigh in relief when I notice I'm the only one in the store. I walk towards the nice lady behind the counter. She says hello to me and I sheepishly smile at her. It's easy now. Pretend like you're someone else.

"Huh... I'll have two croissants, two of those chocolate muffins and four powdered donuts please." I take the double of donuts cause Dylan really loves those. The baker puts everything in a paper bag and gives it to me. I pay what I owe her and then, walk out the bakery.

See? It's over. You can go home now.

I feel a bit better knowing that I'll be back home soon, and walking seems a little bit easier than earlier. But barely gone from the store, something bugs me and when I look everywhere for something wrong, well, I find something wrong. A man with a camera follows me. I start to walk quickly, keeping my eyes on the floor, but I'm not blind, I can see he's still following me. The warmth of the sun soon feels suffocating, as I see a second person coming near me with a camera. Fuck. F-u-c-k.

They shout random questions.

I do not respond and continue to walk. I bump into random people, I turn at every corner, I try to outrun those men, but I can't. It's been like 15 minutes since I left the store, I don't even know where I'm going anymore, and they don't seem to stop. I gather all the courage I can and stop walking, turning around.