STUCK (TordTom)

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No One's P.O.V

"Sorry I'm late!" Tom shouted as he walks faster to Tord's table. Tord had his arms crossed over his chest, following Tom with his eyes.

"So, why is Tafira coming here in such a rush? I thought your family's gonna come here 2 days from now?" Tom asked as he slide the chair out from the table.

Tord didn't reply making Tom look at him confusingly. He saw Tord's irritated look.

Tom rose his eyebrows in question, "What?" he asked as he took the seat across from Tord.

"I waited here for 10 minutes, why the hell are you late? You know I hate waiting." Tord scolded as he rolled his eyes at the Brit. Tom gasped silently,

"Excuse you. KID." Tom emphasized each word in a very stiff and hard tone.

"You. Didn't tell me what the specific time we should meet here. It ain't my fault. So don't give me that fucking attitude." Tom retorted.

Tord scoffed as he rests his head on his palm, looking out the window with what seems to be a pout.

"Can you please stop treating me like a 'Kid'?" He mumbled, his face showed no expression. Tom stared at him for a bit before turning to the counter.

Looking at the menu board and deciding what he should order.

Unaware that Tord was staring at him.

Deciding that he wants to order, Tom stood up and turned to Tord, "I'm going to order, anything you'd like? And please stop pouting. If you want me to stop treating you like a kid." Tom spat, making Tord press his lips into a thin line before rolling his eyes again.

"Just get me the usual thing I order when we have our date here." the younger spoke, Tom froze in his spot, his limps unmoving and he has no clue why.

Tord took a moment before he noticed that the elder stared into space, so he snapped his fingers in front the Brit's face.

Tom jolted back in reality.

"I'm sorry... But I have already forgotten..." Tom replied, his head slightly lowered as Tord turns to him.

Tord felt a pang in his heart upon hearing what the elder said.

'He already forgot?'

"What do you mean you forgot?" Tord asked, he knew it was a stupid question but just couldn't bring himself to keep his mouth shut.

Tom looked at him, confused and embarrassed at the same time, "I have already forgotten what you usually order when we go on dates here..." Tom replied,

"Oh.." Tord let out a silent shaking breath, he really felt the pain in his heart.

"Besides, it's useless if I kept that information in mind. Because you know. No more us." Tom added, making the younger feel worse.

"Was there any reason for me to keep on remembering that information?"

'Yes there is because I would come back.'

Tord gave Tom a cold gaze as he shook his head, "No, of course not. Just get me Black Coffee." He said, his voice was stirn and blunt. Tom tilted his head to ths side, confusion written all over his face.

Soon he just decided that it was useless thinking about it so he just went over to the line to order. Tord turned to Tom's direction, he stared at the Brit, watching his every move.

"Classic, Stupid Tom..."

As Tom waited for his turn, his phone rang aloud. And it was Zion's ringtone which made other costumers looks over at him and stare.