it echoes through

six; confessions and speculations

"Where the fuck were you, man?" Tom yelled, bolting up from his place on Harrison's bed.

After Clarissa managed to help you get out of your clothes and into a fresh pair of leggings, she tucked you into bed--with a bottle of water and a little bucket by the edge in case you needed it in the middle of the night. If you managed to sleep soundly, you'd be needing that water in the morning.

She was still there, promising to keep you safe until you settled down and fell asleep while Harrison managed to drag Tom to his room, trying to take him away from the situation slightly in an attempt to help calm him down--although it felt futile. Harrison couldn't quite remember a time he saw Tom so upset at himself, and more at his own brothers. Sure, the twins messed up--on countless occasions--but this was a different thing entirely. This was Tom blowing it out of proportion and not seeing the bigger picture. This was Tom acting out of character, so much so, Harrison wasn't even quite sure what was going on.

Another reason he decided Tom should be dragged away from your almost unconscious body was the need Harrison felt to take care of Tom the way Clarissa was of Y/N--he thought surely if the girl couldn't even dress herself without assistance, Tom would need help from his best friend, too.

But Tom seemed fine. In fact, he seemed unchanged by what was happening to his soulmate, he could only focus on his brother abandoning her in a busy club.

And when Sam walked in (after Harrison told him to 'get the fuck back here') Tom had enough strength to punch his brother right in the nose.

"What the fuck, man?" He groaned, taking a step back as Tom landed another blow, missing slightly and getting his jaw this time. Sam put his hands up, tried catching Tom's fist the third time, but instead got a kick to the stomach. "Dude!"

"Oi," Harrison intervened, pulling Tom away from his younger brother by his shoulders.

"What did I do?" Sam asked, spitting on the nice carpet. Harrison would've said something if it didn't take all his strength just to hold Tom back from hurting his brother any further.

"I told you if you fucked some girl I'd shoot you in your leg," Tom said, and before Harrison could stop him, he had pulled his golden gun out from behind his back.

"Woah!" Sam defended, hands up in front of him as he took a step back. He was almost pushed to the wall at this point. "I wasn't, we were asking around and it was the wrong club. Y/N was supposed to call you," he tried, pointing towards Harrison--still unclear on what it was Harrison meant in his text, that they already took care of you..

"It wasn't the wrong club," Harrison explained, thinking if he stepped between the gun and Sam, the latter would be safer. "One of the bartenders thought Tom was Harry."

"What?" Sam asked, complete shock writing in his freckles. Tom snickered his way.

"Were you or were you not fucking some random bird while my soulmate was getting shit faced, alone!" Tom demanded, his gun still hot in front of him.

"I was talking to Sky," Sam confessed, his head heavy in front of them as his hands shot up in surrender. He wasn't sure what Tom meant in reference to his soulmate, he really wasn't sure what you were getting up to while he talked to Caitlyn, but it couldn't have been 'getting shit faced' like Tom claimed, or he wouldn't be able to even aim his gun straight at Sam's face.

"Talking with your words or your dick?" Tom sneered.

"A little of both, actually," he rolled his eyes, "but at least I have a lead now."

"What is it?" Harrison asked, trying his best to move the conversation away from all the things that caused Tom's ears to burn in anger.

"She gave me the name of the officer on his arrest report," Sam announced. At that Tom lowered his gun, eyebrows raised as he asked him to go on. "I can't--I can't remember the name now but I'll just ask her to--"