Hospitalized (TordTom Fanfic)

~Finally Told~

///Tord's POV///

I held Tom's hoodie up to my nose, breathing in.

Tom had basically been living at my apartment for the past few weeks. Not like I mind, of course.

There was still one thing that bothered me...

I wasn't sure, if Tom knew what we were.

I mean, hell, I've already killed 4 people for him. But, did I even know what we were?

He lives at my house, we eat meals together, but we have never gone on a date or anything like that.

I folded up his hoodie, the soft fabric brushing my hand.

Well...today that was going to change.

I heard the door open, hanging up the last peice of clothing that needed to dry.

"Tom, is that you?" I said, as I heard the door close and the shuffling of feet.

I heard someone's bag drop, as I turned and watched Tom roll out the kinks in his shoulders.

"No, it's Jehova." He said, making me smile.

Tom looked back at me, "What is it, commie?" He said, making me smile even more.

"Someone is a bad mood," I teased, making him glare playfully.

"Oh, shut up, commie." He said, smiling slightly. He walked over to me, and started helping with the laundry.

Tom held one of my red hoodies, examining it, his eyebrow raised slightly.

"Hey," He said as I glanced over to him, "This is kinda a weird stain on your hoodie." Tom said.

I felt my face drain of color, it was the hoodie I murdered his parents in. I was so excited to come home and see him, I completely forgot, to wash my hoodie properly.

I chuckled nervously, reaching out and taking the hoodie from Tom. "Don't worry about it," I said, Tom looking at me auspiciously. "It's just paint."

Tom's eyebrow stayed raised.

I couldn't let him find out, if he did, he might never forgive me.

"But didn't you kill them for him?" A voice said in the back of my head.

I looked at Tom, as he studied my face. "Hey, Tord," He said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yeah?" I said, trying to act casual.

"Where were you exactly the day Emma and Michelle died?" He said, those horrible words dropping from his tongue.

My thoughts were instantly screaming at me.

Crying.

Yelling.

Screaming.

I stared back at him, unsure of what to say, my throat dry.

Tom kept looking at him, until realization washed over his face. He stepped away from me, panicked.

"S-stay a-away f-from m-me!" He said, his back pressed against the wall.

I looked at him, horror all over my face. I dropped the hoodie I was holding and stepped toward him.

"Tom, I would never-"

Tom shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, like he was hopeing it was a nightmare that would end when he opened them.

"What were you planning?! Were you planning on leading me on?! How were you planning to kill me?!" He yelled, pressing his hands to the side of his face.

"Tom-" I said, only from him to interrupt me.

"What are you planning!? Were you planning to lead me on until you killed me!? Were you planning to sew me together just like Emma and Michelle?!"

He said, tears poking at the edges of his eyes.

I walked forward, putting my arms on either side of his head. I cupped his cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

"Tom! Listen to me! I wouldn't hurt you!" I said, Tom still struggling.

"No! What are you planning!" He yelled , trying to hide his tears.

I looked at him, pathetically. As the one I loved most fought against me. It was obvious, he was scared of me.

"Let go of me!" He yelled, tears rolling down and staining his tears back.

I looked at him, scared.

"Let go!" He said again, struggling even more.

I grabbed his wrista, leaned forward and kissed him.

Tom stopped struggling instantly.

I loosened my grip on his wrists, as I felt his chest raise and fall.

I watched as Tom closed his eyes, and took my hands in his.

Time seemed to stop.

I pulled away, resting my head into his shoulder, hugging him.

"I would never hurt you," I said again, "I don't think I could."

Tom's arms fell at his sides, as he breathed in and out.

"I couldn't even think of hurting you." I said, holding him closer.

"I love you, I would do anything for you." I said.

I could hear Tom's heartbeat, it sped up after I said that.

I smiled a little, pulling him closer.

"I love you," I repeated.

"I love you so, so, much." I said, "It's okay if you don't feel the same way, but..." My voice trailed off.

Tom just kept standing there, then blush grow on his face as he processed what I had said.

I chuckled, straightening up and cupping his cheek.

"I think..." Tom said, looking at me. "I think-" He was interrupted by a knock coming from my door.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted to ingore it, but Tom pushed passed me to the door.

I followed him, and he opened it. "Hello?" He said, and I saw over his shoulder.

It was Lavender.

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Heyyyy~

They finally kissed, only took them, like, 20 chapters.

I hope it was worth it though!

Either way, I wanted to take a little detour from all the dark stuff I've written. I still like writing stuff like that, but, I thought they both deserved a little happiness.

How do you feel about it? Did you guys like it?
Please tell me how you feel about it!
Thanks for reading and try to stay safe, see ya!

-Red Ink