Teachers Pet

Part 13

A/n: sorry-ish angsty chapter. Sad Mentioning of children. But fluff

        You turned to look at Tom. Tears stained your cheeks. Tom tried to reach for you to whip them away. But you pulled back before he could. You sighed heavily. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, so you closed it again. Looking back to the windshield of Tom's car.
The rain was still coming down you were all ready wet, a slight shiver ran down you, you were started to get cold. Looking back at Tom who looked to be waiting for you to say something. His once bright blue eyes seemed to look dull in color. His eyebrows pinch together. He normal smile was gone.

          "Please darling, say something, anything." He pleaded as he looked down at your trembling hands, then back up to you eyes.

            "Tom," you breathed out. Looking back at him. You could feel the fresh tears prick at your eyes. "I-I need a few days. I need a few day to process this. I can't just act like every thing is okay between us. I'm sorry, I'm sure you want an answer now. But I can't give you an answer. Not the one you want right now at least." You took a deep breath trying to not notice the visible pain you are putting Tom in. "So please if your truly mean you have some kind of feeling for me then Please give me this. Give me time."

        This was harder then you thought. You truly were developing feeling for your professor. Before he could react you opened the car door. Grabbing your things and stepped out of the car, in to the pouring rain. Looking back at Tom. Who had seem to be at a lose for words. With another painful sigh you shut the door and walked to your flat. Fumbling with your keys. Trying to get into your house before you broke down in front of him. Managing to get inside. Kicking the door shut. Dropping your things as you started to brake. Never moving from the door you fell down it. Hands over your face.

        Tom sat there shocked. He really was at a lose for words. He thought maybe, maybe you would understand. That he would never wanted to hurt you, never wanting to let go of you. That he wanted to tell you but on his terms. With a better way of explaining everything. He should just get out of the car. Go to you, hold you even if your try and resist let you cry it out while he held you. He should be there to sooth you. To fight for you. He felt his phone vibrate. Pulling him out of his thoughts. In hope that it was you. Texting him. But it was his sister. Telling him that Daniel needed him back. With a sigh of his own he finally left. To go and deal with his sister. That he will let you have a few days.

         It had been a week a long painful week. Without seeing you. You had called the school, saying you were very ill. Never texting him back. Even after he tried to reach out. He had probably left thirty voice messages a day if not more and hundreds of texts. Still nothing from you. He had thought about driving over to you and busting through the door. But then fear would take over that maybe you found someone else. But he didn't think you would do that. Daniel even missed you. Though he never told you that. He didn't want that to push you away further.

       It was Friday night he had decided to go for a long run. Trying to get his mind off of you. Trying to let you have your space. Respecting your wishes. But it was getting harder and harder to do so, he was quite shocked he waited this long. Sure he called and text but he knew where you lived. It was starting to rain again, but Tom didn't care he just ran. It's had been raining since that day. Tom found himself running along your neighborhood. In fact he was only two places down from your flat.

            Your best friend from London had come up for the weekend to help you drown your sorrows. And to listen on what happened. She wanted to hear it from your lips not over the phone, just face to face. And a lot of Alcohol. You were on your fifth very dirty martini, when there was a knock on the door. Your bestie got up to answer. Thinking it was the pizza guy. Moments later Tom emerged into the living room completely soaking wet. His normal five o'clock shadow was almost a beard. He looked tired. But then again so did you. You hadn't slept well the past week.

        "Tom, Wh-What are you doing here?" You question. A little taken back.

       "I'm just gonna go out for Umm, more alcohol and food. I'll be back later let you two work this out. And honey buns get this man a towel maybe a change of clothes." She smiled sweetly. Before adding. "Or offer your bed." She mumbled passed you as she went to grabbed her purse, and cell phone to call the cab. She passed you again and patted Tom on the shoulder. "She has a bit much so go gently on her." She winked at Tom and left the two of you alone.

        "Let me get you a towel." You sighed as you walked towards your room. Tom followed you. Dripping a path of little water droplets along his way. You weren't overly thrilled he was in your flat. You didn't know if you would have self control around him. Tom grabbed ahold your hand, turning you around once inside your room.kicking your door shut.

          "Y/n, Darling please talk to me." Tom pleaded. "I know I should have told you soon. And I'm sorry about that."  You sighed trying to avoid his gaze.

           "Tom, we both know this, this that is between us is nothing, you know this. You can't think that we were to last." You mumbled softly trying to pull away. But his grip tighten around your wrist, not enough to hurt you. But enough to not let you leave.

          "How do you know that this won't last? Because of what my sister says? Because I was married before? Or is it because you think I want someone smaller?" Tom slowly pulled you a bit closer. "All I've wanted has been you. You are perfect for me. Always have been since the first time you stepped into my class room."

        "Tom you need to know that, that I can't be.." you tried to speak but Tom put his hand up citing you off.

        "Y/n you are everything to me and more. I want be with you." Tom voice was rough. He needed you to hear him.

        "Tom you don't. Tom, I can't be with you. I can't give you a family. That seems to be what you want. I can't have kids. Nor have I thought about wanting any, because of it. I want to have a career." You tried not to let the tears fall. Knowing it was harder to hold them back, with the amount of alcohol you have had. "See, why I can't be with you." You snapped a bit. Trying to get it through to him that you weren't what he wants.

        ""I already had a child, and I ruined that after my wife left me." Tom sighed. Grabbing your other writs. It pained you to hear him say that. "The real question is do you want to be with someone that already have a kid."

      "Please, Tom-" You started to protest. But he cut you off when he pulled you into his wet cold body. Kissing you passionately. Backing you into the wall. Trying not very hard to push him away. Only to finally give into that kiss you so desperately missed. Tom's wet clothes seeping through yours.