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Walk you home pt2 - Thomas Sangster

I woke up on the floor of Thomas's room. The position I was in left me sore in my leg as back. But what I was most nervous for was reacting to Thomas.

Before I could fully stand.

Thomas enters the room. I look up at him but he doesn't seem to notice me yet.

He groans and pulls his shirt off. Then rubs his temples, indicating he has a headache. Hangover.

He starts to unbuckle his belt and I shout out to him.

"I'm here Tom," I say in my raspy morning voice.

"Y/N!" he says obviously shocked you were here.

He quickly struggles to buckle his belt again, flustered so he just pulls it off and changes into another shirt.

"Jesus love, you could have told me earlier," he says.

"Sorry," you say.

"It's alright. Hey...um what happened last night?" he asks changing the subject.

"I-I have to go," you say. Getting up but then flinching at your sore body.

You almost fall back but Thomas rushes over and catches you.

"Easy love," he says, "I remember being with you last night, but not small details," he says.

You nod.

"What happened? Who hurt you?" he asks.

"No one. I slept weird," you tell him.

"So you're telling me that you slept on the floor?" he asks giving a cute confused face that forces out a giggle from me.

"Yeah,"

"Y/N/N! (nickname)" he says.

"Well I didn't know if you were going to come back and sleep on the bed," you explain.

Then his eyes turn to fear.

"Y/N," he says calmly, "we both know you can sleep with me whenever you want, so why be afraid now? Did I do something?" he asks.

Take a step back, "No," you say talking a deep breath, "Last night, after the prom, you walked me home and we were here," you explain.

"I remember that," he says.

"Then we went to your room and one thing lead to another..." you pause, still deciding if you should take Ava's advice.

"We had sex!!!" Thomas exclaims.

"Wait-Thomas-"

"And I don't even remember?" he interrupts.

"No. No, we didn't... I um... I kissed you," you tell him.

His eyes grow wide, "But-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I will never forgive myself. I shouldn't have put you in this position. Maybe we should take some time apart," you say, then realize it sounds like you are breaking up with him, and you never dated.

"Y/N..." he starts, in a slightly disappointed and confused way.

"I'll go. I'm sorry," you say one last time before stepping out of the door.

Once it is closed you run out of the house, away from Thomas and all your problems. Down the street, towards your house.

Not looking back once.

Thomas's POV

My heart clenches when she tells me she kissed me.

How could she feel the same way?

This situation I was trapped in was making everything seem so empty, desolate.

But she has never shown any signs of loving me, I mean, if anything I thought I'd be the one to kiss her.

I can hear the doorbell ring from downstairs.

But whoever it was, I didn't want to talk. I just needed to think this over.

Seconds later, the door to my room swings open with such a force that I jump back myself in shock.

"Thomas. I need to talk to you, about last night," Isabella says.

"What about it," I say with no emotion.

"I get that you were drunk and all...but I just wanted to ask you about Y/N. You were being all touchy-feely with her and I mean it looked like she was uncomfortable, well who wouldn't be if your girlfriend was right there-"

I cut her off, "I was touchy-feely?" I ask.

"Yeah, your hands were all over her. And you guys did a slow dance, right in front of me," Isabella says.

"What do you mean 'my hands were all over her'!?" I shout, now shocked and confused as to who was lying to me.

"I don't know," she says annoyed, then she takes a deep breath, "look, Thomas, you're amazing, but I know you have your heart set on someone else. And you've always have. I took that risk when I started dating you," she says looking up at me.

"What are you-"

"I'm saying that we should break up. And you should tell Y/N how you feel. And if she doesn't feel the same way...then you'll find someone," she says.

She hugs me one last time and then leaves. I am to mesmerized to respond. She was right.

I grabbed my phone from my pants and dialed Y/N's number.

"Hello?" she says.

"Y/N," I call her.

I can hear a sharp intake of breath on her part, quickly I assure her.

"Before you hang up, just hear me out. I know that I was the one who kissed you. And you pushed me away,"

"How? How did you know that? Who told you I pushed you away?" she asks.

"Wait, you did? I just meant mentally," I say.

"Oh. Well, I did. I mean, Tom you have a girlfriend!" she points out.

"No I don't, we broke up," I say.

"No, Thomas! I'm so sorry! This is all my fault-"

"You're wrong, love! It's my feelings, because I love you," I tell her, shocked at my own clarity.

She pauses.

Then doesn't say anything.

"I have for a very long time. But I knew you would never feel the same," I say.

I can hear her soft breathing though the phone, "Thomas, I don't know how I feel about you. I didn't know you were an option so I never felt about you that way. But now, things are coming together and I can't- I can't stop them. I think I love you too,"