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19. Home and Away.

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You'd awoke on Tom's chest in an array of sweat collecting on your forehead, heart pounding and your hands gripping the sheets beside you. The feeling was familiar, yet a long time coming. It had been almost three years since you'd had a nightmare as bad as this one, waking up in a puddle of your own sweat feeling like if your heart continued to speed up it would tear through your muscle tissue and be exposed to the cold air.

Yet you didn't remember a thing. All you knew was that whatever happened was bad, and left a strong angsty feeling in your chest like there were wires being tangled around your lungs and pulling until they sliced. It almost felt like something from the Saw franchise.

Your eyes had been open for a while, yet all you could see was black until you finally came to realise you were awake, swallowing flatly before moving to sit upright. Your abdomen pushed against Tom's hips, making him groan in discomfort and roll over, sending you tumbling off the side of the bed with a thud.

"Ouch!" You groaned as a matter of factly, looking up to see Tom sound asleep still, cheek spurred over the pillow and nose slightly flared as it moved loose strands of hair every time he exhaled. Well, you were sure enough awake now. You rolled your eyes, picking yourself up from the carpet in a slow movement, realising the birds were chirping outside. It came as no surprise that your body clock, despite the nightmare, had you awake at almost six in the morning. Running a chilled hand through your hair, you opened the curtains just enough to open the window. The morning air was cold and felt refreshing on your clogged skin, blowing strands of hair off of your shoulders and drying your damp lips.

"Hey, it's freezing in here!" You heard Tom groan from the bed sheets.

So he was awake.

"Oh, so was it that you chose to ignore after I fell off the bed, or?" you chuckled sarcastically, jumping onto the bed and straddling Tom at the waist. Tom moved his hair away from his eyes to look at you, seeing you yawn and stretch.

"Sorry about that, love" he smirked, poking your stomach making you crease into a ball and roll over onto your side.

"You know I'm ticklish there!"

"And?" Tom retorted, moving the sheets off of his legs and crawling towards you, pinning you down with his body weight as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "Good morning by the way"

"Good fucking morning to you too" you leaned up, kissing his soft lips. God, how you had missed that. It felt like years since you had been able to kiss his like this, feeling the warmth and faded taste of mint on his lips. Your heart fluttered as your hand moved as if on autopilot, to the back of his neck, drawing him closer as your lips moved against his and your fingers intertwined with his curls.