Forever {t.h.}

thirty four || memories

hannah POV

I don't know where I am.

I don't know how much time has passed since the car crash.

I don't know if Aaron is okay.

Everything is dark, until a bright light appears to the far left of my conscience. It spreads across the darkness until a scene appears in front of me.

It's two kids, a boy and a girl in a backyard behind Tom's old house in London. To be more specific it's a four year old me and a four year old Tom. We're sitting on the swings in his  backyard, his arm around me. It's a warm sunny afternoon after preschool.

"Hey Hannah," Tom starts in his cute baby four year old voice.

"Yeah, what," I ask in my very mature four year old voice.

"You're my best friend," he replies and smiles, showing his adorable chubby dimples.

"Really," I look at him.

"I promise,"

"Forever?" I ask and hold up my pinky.

"Forever," he pinky swears.

The scene changes to the time that me and Tom snuck into a private pool.

We had to climb over the twenty feet tall fence, change the security code, and pick the lock on the door. Not to brag or anything but for two fifteen year olds it was pretty impressive to break into a private pool. Tom takes my hand and we hop into the pool. Tom looks over at me, a serious expression on his face.

"Hannah, have you ever...?" he starts and motions up and down my body.

"TOM!" I squeal, he looks at me, "no," I roll my eyes.

"Me either," he looks over the edge of the pool, "do you think it hurts,"

"Maybe, I don't know," I let out a throughly laugh, and splash him.

"We'll I hope that my first time is with someone I trust," he splashes me back.

The pool fades away to reveal a hotel. Oh wait I know this hotel, it's where the after prom was held.

A black limo pulls up in front of the hotel and two people step out, one is me (in a pink dress), and the other is a dashing looking Tom. I had just finished an important movie and didn't have a date to prom so me and Tom went as friends. I don't remember much of Prom night, all I know is that I got completely wasted. In front of me the scene speeds up so that time is flying by. It stops when me and Tom are sitting on a couch in the corner of the hotel. I'm very obviously drunk as I lay my head across Tom's lap.

"Tommy I... I love you," I mutter.

"I know Hannah, I love you too," he says and looks down at me. I sit up and look into his chocolate brown eyes.

"No Tom, not like that, I love you as more than friends," I put my hand over his.

"Oh Hannah... I love you like that too," he flips his hand over and squeezes mine.