TordxReader : Old Friends

Worry

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It's been a while since I have seen Tom and I'm getting worried sick about him. I can't stop thinking that something is wrong.. something isn't right. All of these thoughts are going through my mind, making me wonder what I could have done wrong to make him want to leave. Was it my fault? Did I not give him enough attention, or did I give Tord too much attention instead? Even though I knew how much it would hurt Tom to see me with Tord.

All I can think of is how I've probably hurt one of my best friends by only thinking about what I want, and not what he wants. As his best friend I should at least consider what he would want for me. I feel I may have betrayed his trust somehow, and I can't help but be sorry. I just need to know he is alright, that he isn't in trouble. But I can't help but think that.

I get up from sitting on my bed, brush my hair and put it into a bun. I stand there for a minute, staring at myself in my mirror for what feels like a really long time.  A knock at the door awakes me from my trance, and I snap out of it. I let out a sigh of relief , wonder over to my door and open it. It was Tom. The very one in the same that i have been worried about.

"where the hell have you been?!" I yelled at him, raising my voice and showing all the concern that I have held in for so long. "I needed space. Time to myself to think about how to go among my situation smoothly and not hurt anyone." He said back, like he had rehearsed it in his head a million times.

"Well you could have at least left me a note or something. You had me worried. What if something had happened to you and I wasn't there to help you? Then what, Tom?" All of my emotions I have held in till now came pouring out of my mouth like a broken faucet.  " how do you expect me not to worry about you?"

"I don't" he says, " but I would hope that you would understand that I would need my space."

"yeah, if you had told me that you needed some space, Tom. you can't just go disappearing willy nilly." "Maybe I don't always have to tell you everything Y/N, okay? have you ever thought about that?!" He was yelling back now. I could hear the mix of anger and distrust in his words. How he felt that I did not trust him. Then again, it raises to my mind. Why would he nee two years of "space" and not tell anyone where he was going off too? "It's been two fucking years, Tom." "I know, I know. Look I'm sorry ok? I know what I did wasn't alright, but in my defense I was forced to go." What the hell does he mean by that?

"Forced to go? Go where, Tom and by whom? Because form where I'm standing it seems light an awful lot like you just up and left me and the guys without telling any of us where you were going or if you were ever going to come back. We all would have liked for you to at least tell us that bit." He stood there, blank face with nothing to say. As if he had nothing he wanted to say back, and he just wanted to leave so I'd stop yelling at him. "I'm sorry." He says blatantly back to me. As if that would fix anything. Which it won't, not at the moment any way. "The least you could do now is tell me who exactly sent you away Tom. And why they would do such a thing knowing how much it would hurt me." "He's told me not to tell you. He made me promise." " And I do not fucking care Tom. Tell me who forced you to go away or I'm going to scream." "Y/N, please don't." "you know I will" He stares at me trying to call out a bluff, but there isn't any. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry" "No, Tom. I'm the one who should be sorry.

His face gave off a puzzled look as if he had already forgotten my threat. I open my mouth, take a huge breath in, and scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! GUYS HELP, I CAN'T BREATH" Tom starts freaking out trying to get me to shut up, but it doesn't work, and within a few moments you can hear feet pounding up the stairs coming toward our direction. And i wasn't lying, I did feel like I couldn't breath so that part was true.

Not a moment sooner and Matt and Edd were standing right next to me and Tom. Matt looked taken back to see that Tom was right outside my door, and Edd knew exactly why I had screamed. You see, I had made a promise to the both of them that if I were to see Tom again, after the passing of two years, I was supposed to be like a type of alarm. Which is why I screamed, to alert the guys that Tom was in the house and that he was back all of a sudden. with all of the worry that had been going around, screaming was the least of anyone's problems, and I really needed to get some of the anger that I held in, out.

That when the interrogations started. Where had he been? Why did he go? Is this what he really thinks about his family?