Bad Romance

Tom

-From your POV-

What the hell was Tom doing here??

I had managed to go downstairs and out the front door; my dad had gone to go pick up the Chinese food and Eva was still in her room doing God knows what. "Hey.." he says hesitantly. I grab his arm and start walking with him down the sidewalk.

"Hey yourself, stalker." I sass at him.

"Can we not just go inside your house to talk?" he asks.

"No, we cannot." I say, not wanting my dad to come home and ask a billion questions the minute he left.

"Fine, back to mine." he says.

"And get evil-eyed by Christopher the whole time? Absolutely not."

"We'll go in the garden then. His parents are real fancy, they have a bench and shit." he says. I try to not laugh but one falls out of my mouth. Tom looks at me confused and slightly offended. "What's funny?" he asks.

"Real fancy, they have a bench and shit." I repeat in a mocking tone.

"So?"

"So you constitute a bench as 'fancy shit'?"

"Well you haven't got a bench now, have you??" he says critically. I let out another stifled laugh and shake my head.

"You don't find any of this funny, do you?"

"No, Y/n. Nothing either of us have said was funny." he explains in a serious tone.

"You know, you have an odd sense of humor. It's very limited." I tell him.

"And you laugh at stupid stuff." he snaps back.

"Does it ever get tiring?" I ask him. His eyebrows knit together.

"Does what ever get tiring?"

"The pole up your ass? I'd imagine it'd get tiring or uncomfortable at some point." I say.

"I don't know. Does changing your mind every ten minutes ever get tiring?" I let out a cocky chuckle.

"Oh, all the time. You know, the most recent one has been biting me in the ass for months. I had to choose whether or not I wanted to date a charming and humorous jackass or date a charming and stoic jackass." we were now cutting through the garden of this really big house, which I was assuming was Christopher's. It was a nice house.

"Personally? I would have gone with the stoic jackass; it's so much of an oxymoron that it's intense." he says as we sit down on a bench hat overlooked the botanic filled garden.

"Mm, is that so?" I ask him.

"Yeah. But that's just me, I guess." He says smugly. I prop my head up on my fist and sit so I'm sitting on the bench, facing him.

"So, what did you stalk me to tell me?"

"I wasn't stalking you, I was simply trying to get your attention."

"A phone call wouldn't have sufficed." he gave a smug grin.

"Don't have your number. And even if I did call, you wouldn't have answered, would you?" he says cockily. I don't answer and he just lets out a small chuckle. "Didn't think so." I let out a small sigh.

"Tom, it's not like that."

"Then what's it like, Y/n?" I let out another soft sigh

"I don't know, Tom. Have you ever been caught up this hard between two people??" I ask him. He looks away for a minute and lets out a sigh and his jaw tightens. "Yeah, it's a bit of a predicament." I say.

"Well, what's holding you up from making your mind?" he asks. I think about his question for a minute. It was a DAMN good question. What would be the tiebreaker??

"I- I don't know, actually. I mean, obviously I have feelings for both of you..." I start to trail off as I begin thinking more and more. If I really wanted nothing left over in the future with Tom, I would've told him that right away; I would have put a bullet in that. Ended straight up and ran back to Draco. But that was the problem, I didn't do that. If I wanted a relationship with Draco, I would've taken my chance. But, I didn't do that. So this whole time, did I secretly want to get back with Tom?

"But...?" Tom asks, snapping me back to reality. My eyes look up to him.

"If I didn't want to be back with you in the future, I would've put a nail in the coffin, wouldn't I?" his eyebrows furrow a bit.

"I mean, I guess, yeah. You do kind of hate loose ends." he says and I nod.

"Tom I think I'm still in love with you to the point that I really want to be back together with you, but what's holding me back is the line between normalcy and danger. What I have with Draco, it's safe. Normal. With you, it's exciting and thrilling and exhilarating, but it's so dangerous." I explain to him. His hand snakes into mine and he holds it tightly and his intense gaze locks on me.

"Y/n, I would never let anyone hurt you. You are the ONLY object of my affection, and will always be that way. When I told you I was willing to stop dark arts for you, I meant it." he said.

"Tom, I know how much you value the dark arts. I would never ask you put it above me if that's genuinely what you want." I tell him. He lightly shakes his head and his grip on my hand becomes firmer.

"No, no Y/n. I value you more than any type of magic. Do you not remember how great we were together? We were powerful, feared and loved, even when to the common person we were a simple teenage couple, nothing more." he pauses and takes my other hand into his. "Y/n, if we aren't meant to be together, then you would have closed that door of possibility a long time ago, and you wouldn't have made a big deal of my letter. No?" he made a damn good point. I would have done those things if it didn't matter to me, if HE didn't matter to me. But I guess deep down, part of me was always going to bask in thoughts of what we would have been. "So let's not sit on the brink of what we would have been, let's start off with what we will be." he says. I feel my heart pounding so fast my arteries might explode.

Without me saying anything, Tom quickly searches my eyes and pulls me into his chest. His chest is firm, almost stiff, and his heartbeat is calm and rhythmic and it calms me down. "Y/n, when I said I was always going to love you, I meant it." he says softly as one hand cups the back of my neck. I pull my face up out of his chest and face him again after a moment of thinking.

"Then let's be together. If we truly are meant to be, then this time it'll work out." I say and a small grin creeps across his face.

"Yeah, it will." he says. I smile back at him.

"I love you Tom.

"I love you too, Y/n."