19. new beginnings

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Thomas POV

Tonight when I head back home, I'm exhausted. My steps are heavy and all I want right now is crawling into my bed to sleep the whole week without even waking up. My legs burn as I make my way up the stairs, finally entering into my appartment. The door closes behind me with a loud and snapping sound. I'm in the dark for a long time, my hand searching for the light switch. Light blinds me for seconds. And then I see it, I see the mess all scattered in my living room, clothes, papers, blankets, pillows all over the floor. I see the endless mountain of dishes waiting for me in the kitchen sink. Mess I didn't make, mess I cleaned up this morning already. It's a loop, it never stops. She'll never stop. I let myself fall on to my knees, exhausted, already anxious. Small tears roll down my cheeks, but that's not sadness, it's more rage, yet I'm so tired, I can't even react.

"What the fuck are you crying for, now?"

Looking up, she's in front of me, staring at me like a piece of shit. I don't respond, I don't even flinch. I focus on my breathing.

"So you won't answer to me now, that's a new one."

"I shouldn't be surprised though, you're always crying. You're a baby. I fucking wonder why I dated you in the first place."

"You know Thomas, I don't like it when we fight. It's not my fault, you know... It's your fault..."

Staring at the floor, I wish I could scream and fight back but I just can't. "Then leave."

She stops walking and I know I've overstepped. It's too late anyway. I'm already dead.

"What did you just say?"

Suddenly she slaps me in the face, causing me to fall on my back. She yells at me while kicking my stomach. Her high heels cut my shirt, my skin. Kneeling next to me, she whispers in my ear.

"What with this boy now? What do you fucking think? He'd never love you. Look at you. Do you really think he's in love with you?"

I wake up in a start, screaming. Laura's words still turning in my head as an echo. My hands search everywhere in the bed for Dylan but I can't find him. He left. He left he left he left. She was right. Fuck, oh my god, oh my god. I'm trapped inside my body. I can't get enough air. My arms shake around me, trying to somehow make the air slide inside my lungs. It's not working. It's not working. It's not working.

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Dylan POV

Opening the door in a hurry, switching the light on, I find Tommy in a middle of a panic attack. I rush out towards him, grabbing his forearms in my hands.

"Tommy!"

He doesn't look at me, his eyes closed, all of his face cringing. "Tommy! Baby! Look at me. I'm right here, I'm right here." A whole minute goes by before he slowly opens his eyes, gasping in loud sobs when he catches his breath again. I wrap myself around him, trying to be as reassuring as I can.

"It's okay baby. I'm not going anywhere."

"I... I thought you left... She told me you'd never love m-me.."

Closing my eyes, I'm mad as hell to see how this girl can still hurt my Tommy without even being here. It's terrible. I don't understand how people could hurt him. If I ever see this girl near him again, I'm not sure how I'm going to react but it ain't gonna be pretty.

"Well, she's a cunt. And she's not here, honey, it's just you and me now. I won't ever let Laura hurt you again. I'd never leave you, baby, I was just making your breakfast."

"Okay", murmurs Tommy. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Oh, Dr. Rhys called. Nothing's wrong inside that pretty head of yours."

"Thank God." he says, gasping in relief.

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This afternoon we decided to go for a walk in the streets of London. We decided to call it a date, even though I consider every moment I spend with Tommy as a date. We kind of hesitated but finally we're walking hand in hand, and fuck the papparazzi's and stories that are going to be told.

We spend most of our time in a beautiful park and even meet some cute and fluffy squirrels. The sun hits Thomas's pale skin, making it glow perfectly and I can't help but smile, laying down in the grass by his side. It's funny how I never thought about him like a lover back at the maze runner days. Little did I know we were soulmates. Yeah, it's funny and amazing. Back then I never thought we could be more, and now I never want to believe we could be just friends.

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The two lovers went back home when the sun hid behind grey clouds, foreshadowing a rainy night. They had spend a wonderful afternoon that made Thomas forget, for a moment, his nightmares and bad thoughts.

Back at the appartment it was indeed raining outside and the boys decided to order some pizzas. They quickly changed into pajamas, walking back into the living room at the same time a knock was hear at the door.

While eating their meal, Thomas and Dylan checked out some houses to buy on the computer, taking notes of all the addresses of houses they liked.

"What do you think of this one honey?"

Thomas frowned, not sure if he liked it or not. Looking once again at the pictures, he decided to give it a shot. "I'm not so sure but we can still visit?"

"Yeah, sure Tommy."

The boys had now six houses they wanted to visit, and have sent emails to every owner to make appointments for visits. They closed the computer, eyes stinging of tiredness. With a yawn, both boys slumped into the couch, Thomas curled up into his lover's chest.

"I love you", whispered Thomas. Looking up at Dylan, he stared at his features lovingly, seeing a smile curling up on his face. "I love you too." Dyl said, cupping Thomas's cheek with his hand.

The boys kissed. It was a gentle, soft kiss, full of love and hope and passion. Oh, they loved each other, so, so much. It was like their hearts were tied up together, like they were meant to be.

Kissing each other, all they cared about was this feeling - everything else disappeared, time stopped. Soon, the soft kiss turned into something more desperate, and they grabbed each other, as if to say they weren't close enough. It turned into something needy, something deeper and something rougher.

They both knew what was going on, cause even if they tried not to think about it, bodies can't lie. Both of them tried to push away their doubts and fears, because they were so in love with each other, and they wanted each other. The thin fabric of their shirts was still too much between their skin, both feeling the need of getting closer and closer. Dylan grabbed Thomas's waist, causing him to climb on to his lap, every inches of their bodies now touching. They kept kissing, shy moans sometimes leaving their mouth.

Thomas was feeling okay, and safe, cause he trusted Dylan and loved him with all of his heart. He felt like Dylan was his new beginning. He shyly took Dylan's shirt in his fingers, starting to take it off of his lover's chest.

"Wait, Tommy, are you sure you want this?" Dylan asked anyway, not wanting to force his Tommy to do anything he wouldn't be comfortable with.

Catching his breath, Thomas leaned in to kiss him softly. "I want to. Do... Do you?"

As a response, Dylan started to kiss his neck, slowly making his way down his chest.

The boys made love that night, and it was all with passion. Because they loved each other way, way too much. They were each other's new beginnings.

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nda: hello! I hope everyone is okay. So! I tried something new, with a third POV, did you like it? Please let me know your thoughts about it, or if you have any advices or comments on what I could do better... Yeah, also, that happened. I'm sorry if you expected more but I won't write actual smut about our boys. Anyway! Thanks for the support. You're amazing and I hope you're enjoying the story. Lots of love for you guys




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