Tom's Sky (¡A Tom Hiddleston fanfiction !)

#59

Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing.

But lovely.

Oh, so lovely.

I hate this feeling.

Like i'm here, but i'm not.

Like someone cares.

But they don't.

Like i belong to somewhere else,

Anywhere but here.

But also there is nowhere else where i want to be.

He is at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

What a marvellous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt.

What a monumental victory.

What a terrifying thought.

Eyes.

Those damn eyes fucked me forever.

"Should we call the Uber?" He asks nervously.

I smiled awkwardly, not quite sure of what to do.

"I can walk, if it's not much trouble" i say.

"It's okay" he chuckled and placed his hand on my small back, leading me outside.

His touch burned my skin thru the fabric of my clothes.

It was late, we were one of the last groups that left the restaurant.

We walked down street, we didn't talk much, but curiously, i didn't feel the need to say anything, it wasn't an awkward silence.

It was two... kind of, friends, walking back home.

"Did you like the birthday present i sent you?" He asked after a while.

"Yes, it was cute and meaningful" i say, it was true.

"That's what i thought, did you had fun on christmass?" He asked again.

"Uh... yeah" i lied, it wasn't something i'd like to talk about.

"The text i sent you, was it disrespectful?" He continues.

I knew which text he was talking about.

I think about you constantly.

"No, it wasn't" i simply say.

"I feel like shit since i came back, this is what i was afraid of, when i told you i didn't want my mess to ruin your life... or the way you think or feel about me"

"I was aware of the consequences, Tom, it's not your fault, i shouldn't have get involved if i wouldn't like to take the risk of being hurt, or being a target for your fans or the gossip, it was worth it for me at the time"

He smiled and nodded, he looked like i just got rid of a heavy weight over his shoulders.

"What changed?" He asks.

"Now i know what can happen and i can decide if it's worthy or not"

I turned left and kept walking with him by my side, following my pace.

He could have been in my house minutes ago with his long legs.

"Precisely" he nods.

Just half a mile and i'll be home.

He didn't complain about walking one mile with me.

Of course he must run a lot more than a mile in his morning running.