To say you felt horrible would be a complete understatement. Tom just slammed the door in your face after you saw someone he very clearly just had sex with. Having a door slammed in your face doesn't feel good at all, but it especially hurts when it's by someone you truly care about, even if you've made it seem like you don't.

While you go to your apartment, your head is hung because you know it's your fault. You don't need to talk to Tom in order to know that. You don't need to know how long it took him to fall back into old habits because no matter what, it's your fault. You told him he doesn't have to be alone, if he's awake, you're awake, and then you left. You told your dad to tell him to stop calling. It's your fault.

However, even though you pushed him away it ate at you. Every single day it ate at you. It was all split though on why it was eating at you. Being ignored isn't exactly pleasant and you know Tom has his issues even if he won't tell you. For all you know, that's why he reacts the way he does. He's afraid people will always leave and just without a word. You should have thought about that before dropping off the face of the earth for a week. But, the other part of you that's eating at you, you're not happy. Sure, you've been happy long before Tom and you've accepted anything life throws at you because it's life. You don't pick your fate, you just ride it out. But, Tom, Tom made you happy and want to enjoy your life again, live it to the fullest extent. You hate to admit it because you do can everything on your own, but you need Tom. You need him to remind you why life is worth living and Tom needs you to keep his faith. But, now you're both slipping and you're losing faith in everything. So, is there any way you both can get traction again?

The next day had rolled around and you and tom happened to be leaving your apartments at the same time. Tom looked at you and he swore he was going to internally combust right then and there but all he did was shake his head and continue locking his door, not saying a word. You watched him but didn't say anything. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything because while you know that at least a few days of going MIA can be explained, the others were just you being selfish. It should have been Tom's choice to cut ties off, not yours.

You headed for the elevator but the second you stepped foot inside, Tom left, nearly missing the doors, opting for the stairs. How's he supposed to look at you? He has to work with you but he shouldn't have to look at you if he doesn't have to. He feels guilty for sleeping with the woman the night before. He tried to find a way to drown out the static of you but he couldn't. It was driving him insane and the only thing that worked before, with the last girl, was sex. It calms the static down. Of course, it didn't work this time. Nothing works but having to see you right after, that just amplified it. It's like the static is coming from a radio and the radio has now been plugged into a large speaker for a concert being held at Soldier Field. So, what's he supposed to tell you? He's sorry?

So, you went your separate ways and you went to work. You worked but didn't say a single word to each other. You're just unsure of where to start to explain, knowing you hurt him and Tom not knowing how else to come back form this. He's too used to letting people down and people giving up on him that he just doesn't see the point. There's no point anymore. The way he sees it, if you have a good explanation, he's the bad guy. If you don't have one, he's still the bad guy because you came back. He doesn't want to face the music. He'd rather have static.

After that day, however, you stopped coming into work. You talked it over with your dad and you didn't want to face Tom seeing as it was clear he didn't want to talk to you. You wanted to give him space, time to just breathe maybe. Regain his footing, something. Your dad, somehow, agreed but that was likely because he didn't agree with the way you handled things with Tom. He doesn't like Tom, but he knows when his daughter is in the wrong.

Unfortunately, time seems to fly when you're just going day to day with no expectations of anything. So, when week two of not speaking to each other rolled around, you were surprised to hear a knock on your door. Part of your heart picked up with hope, maybe, just maybe Tom was ready to talk to you. Something. But, when you opened your door, Harrison stood in the hallway, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

"You're going to yell at me, aren't you?" You ask, looking at the furious expression the normally cheery boy had.

"Uh-huh." Harrison nods once.

"Okay," You say softly and allow him inside. "Just, my neighbors are home, so not too loud. I don't want a noise complaint." You move to your kitchen and take a seat at your table, staring at Harrison and waiting for him to start.

Harrison's caught off guard. He had a huge speech planned out. He was going to scream at you until he wasn't able to anymore. All he wanted to do was tell you that you're a terrible person and you can't just do this to people, destroy his best friend but you're calm. You're calm and staring at him, ready for him to yell at you. Who's that okay with it? You even knew that's why he was there.

"You're just gonna let me yell at you?" Harrison asks, brows pulled together.

"I deserve it. I've been waiting for it if I'm being honest, so yeah. Go ahead and yell." You say, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Harrison hesitates but the distraught image of Tom is plastered in his memories, so he takes a deep breath and starts his lecture. "You're a fuckin' bitch, you know? Disappearing like that and showing up like you have any fucking right? Like nothing happened? He was worried shitless! Until your damn father had to relay the fuckin' message. What your arms suddenly broken and you're unable to ring him up your bloody self? Can't break it off like a good person? Not worth the fuckin' phone call to you? He told me everything between the two of you and you...you can't just tell someone you love them and disappear, y/n! You can't do that! You can't do that to my best mate! How fuckin' dare you! You know, he's been through so much fuckin' shit and he's been trying to protect you from knowing because he was terrified it'd scare you away? But fuck, good thing he didn't listen to me because you ran the second shit got a little scary, right? You see him panic and freak out, for what? The second time and you've gotta bail on him? After telling him he doesn't have to do it alone? Who the fuck do you think you are? He needed you and you weren't here! You ran away! You broke him. Again." Harrison shakes his head, his voice coming back down to a speaking level with his last sentence.

"Uh," You swallow, fighting tears. "A-are you done?"

"Yeah." Harrison runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm done."

"I did have a reason, ya know?" You offer as Harrison goes to turn. He looks over his shoulder, brows raised.

"Yeah? Enlighten me." Harrison quips.

"You can't tell him."

Harrison scoffs. "Yeah, we'll fuckin' see. I don't owe you shit."

You sigh. "I have dilated cardiomyopathy."

Harrison's eyes widen and the anger completely evaporates. "You have what?"

"It's a heart condition where my heart is a little too big and it can't pump blood correctly." You explain simply.

"Okay," Harrison says, pulling out one of the chairs from the table and taking a seat. "What's it mean?"

Part of Harrison is starting to regret not hearing you out first. A heart condition, even if he has no idea what it is, can't be good. He knows about your scar. Tom told him so now he's just panicked and hoping you're not really going to give him bad news. He's pissed at you, but he doesn't hate you, not completely.

"Uh, well, for me, it means random emergency surgery the day I went MIA."

Harrison drops his head and looks back to you. "I'm so sorry. I just...I just. Wow, I should have heard your-"

"No," You cut him off. "Because the surgery happened that day and all they had to do was put in a pacemaker and they held me for two days. I deserve to be yelled at because you're still right. I'm just telling you why."

"Why'd they have to put in a pacemaker? Is everything okay?"

"Promise, you won't tell Tom and I'll tell you."

Harrison shakes his head. "I can't do that, not unless you promise you'll tell him."

"He doesn't want to talk to me." Your voice is almost pleading.

"So make him." Harrison suggests. "Sit outside his fuckin' door and make him talk to you. It's not that hard."

"I do want to tell him, that's why I showed up. I do want to. I don't want him hearing it from you." You explain.

"Alright, I'll give you a bit then but he does give a shit about you, even now, which I know sounds a bit...weird given what you walked in on but he does. So, okay."

"His idea of coping is sex. I ignored him for a week. I'm not mad. I'm hurt but that's because I care about him and I hurt him. I'm not mad." Your voice is calm and understanding.

"Well, go on then."

"Okay, so I had my first heart surgery when I was fifteen. They had to go in and repair it. That's when I was diagnosed. It wasn't real bad then, ya know? This stuff tends to get worse with time. Well, about a year ago I was put on the transplant list. I was a status 2. That means yeah I need it but I can wait. It's not a high priority. However," You take in a deep breath and shake your head. "I was moved up to 1b. That means I need it. I can stay home and not at the hospital, but...I need it. 1a is next which is basically you're on a ventilator hoping for a miracle."

"What are the odds you'll get a heart?" Harrison asks, touches of panic started to overcome his expression.

"I don't know. A heart isn't like a liver or the kidneys. There's one that can be donated per person and it has to match your blood and a bunch of other stuff. And if that heart stops, the donor heart, it's no longer viable. There's a lot so it's kind of a hoping game."

Harrison runs a hand through his hair, guilt now overcoming him. "I'm sorry. I really am. Why didn't you say anything?"

"The looks you're giving me." You shrug. "It's the same look of pity and I hate that look. I can do things on my own and..." You trail off. "I-I don't want...I didn't want Tom to deal with it. If I die, I...I can't put him through that but," You pause before you start rambling. "I know that's wrong and it's not fair and it should be his choice if he wants to deal with this or not. It's not mine because me up and leaving is worse than if I were to give him the choice and die because at least he'd know and I know it's wrong. I just, I've been there. I get it. I didn't want him to go through it, too."

"He already has." Harrison dodges your stare but only for a second. His blue eyes gloss over and a hard lump forms, tears already threatening to slip. "He'll end me when you tell him because I expect you to tell him but...you need to know now."

"What? What do you mean I need to know and he's been through it?" Your eyes are wide and your rate picks up while your hands start to grow clammy.

With a deep breath, Harrison starts. "There was a girl when we were in school. Tom and her had been together since we were like fourteen. He loved her more than anything. I mean, really, really loved her. She's the one loved her. So, they dated through school and everyone loved her, too and was sure, she's the one but, we all graduate and it's Valentine's Day. You might not know but Tom is actually really kind of cheesey where you want to gag." Harrison lets out a soft chuckle before continuing. "So, he planned this date and it's away from the city ya know? Just for the two of 'emm to have a good night. Tom...kind of wanted to promise he'd marry her. He wasn't ready to propse, they wre eighteen but he was sure she was the one. So he had this promise thing planned, ya know?" Harrison has to pause for a second, catch his thoughts. "You know the nightmare he had?"

"Yeah, it involved you..." You say hesitatingly, terrified of where Harrison was going.

"It's real. Part of it, clearly seeing as I'm in front of you. But, it's partially real. Truck came out of nowhere and hit them on Elena's side of the car on the way to their date. There was a seat belt malfunction and she was thrown from her seat and through the windshield. Tom was driving."

You close your eyes for a second, your heart aching, remembering the pure terror in Tom's eyes when you had woken him up. "What?" Your face contorts in touches of disbelief and devastation.

"He was knocked unconscious but when he came to, there were paramedics arriving and such, but Elena was on the hood of the car, dead, staring at him. I wasn't there so I just know what he tells me and what doctors told his parents from the scene. But, that's what happened and that's what he saw every time he closed his eyes, for a long time. It didn't help that from the impact, his door was lodged and pinned his leg down so he couldn't move. He was just trapped staring at her, ya know? He couldn't try and help her." Harrison's voice breaks and a tear falls down his cheek before he wipes it away. "It was really, really bad. I lived with him and his parents for a bit, making sure he'd be alight because he wouldn't talk to them a lot. He really only told me and the nightmares were really bad. Ya know? He was driving so he blames himself when it wasn't his fault. There was a blind spot and the truck didn't see them. It was an accident but that doesn't change it."

You just stares at Harrison in disbelief. You wish Tom would have told you but at the same time, you sees why he wouldn't. Of course you do because you don't talk about your stuff either. It's hard to relive traumatic and sad experiences. Every time it's talked about, it's like it's being relived and you can see everything happen in front of your eyes all over again. If Tom is still having nightmares four years later, it haunts him and you can't blame him for not telling you. But, maybe had you opened up to him, he would have and you wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't be sitting in front of Harrison and Harrison wouldn't be betraying his friend. It's not fair.

"So, anyway, his parents had him talk to someone and he got better. He did. He wasn't fully back to himself but I don't think Tom will ever be like he was before. But, he got better and he wanted a change and the US always sounded interesting, I guess so we both moved here. And, because Tom has to have the worst luck, there's more."

"What else could he have gone through?" You nearly yell, your heart aching and wanting nothing more than to hunt Tom down and hug him. Take everything back.

"Yeah, that's what I said." Harrison groans. "So, ya know Garner?"

"Guy who beat you guys up, yeah." You nod.

"So, basically, Tom took up boxing more when we got here. It was something for him to get out his stress. He competed, more of an underground thing, but he didn't do it often, just every now and then. Well, Garner, guy to beat, Tom kicked the guy's ass. I mean, Tom didn't look much better afterward, but he did and it just, Garner was humiliated because Tom's short and skinny." Harrison chuckles. "Garner is tall as hell, built like a fuckin' tree so he was embarrassed. That meant, he was going to humiliate Tom. Garner convinced his girlfriend to try and get with Tom as a joke."

"He didn't." You say wincing.

"He did! I told Tom something was up with Monica, something just wasn't right, I dunno but this was the first girl he was seeing after Elena so I didn't want to push too hard. So, fast forward a few months, after Tom has given her nearly everything because Tom actually had a nice job at the time. He got lucky there, so he bought her anything she wanted. Disgusting, bitch she is. So, I dunno, think it was four or five months, we show up at the gym and she's there with Garner and all his mates and just people who came around for the fights and that's when it came out that Monica was just dating him as this joke and they went on to quote texts Tom sent to her, saying he loved her and shit I don't wanna get into. I'm telling you, it was horrible. It was like high school, bullshit and it just further fucked him up. He gave her something, belonged to his mum, so she wouldn't give it back. We snuck into her house and stole it. Tom forgot she had cameras and that's why we got our asses kicked."

"Why would anyone do that?" You ask, shaking your head.

"Fuck if I know. Cruel is what it is. So, that's why Tom just...gave up." Harrison shrugs. "Didn't see the point anymore, gettin' close just for people to leave. Blames himself even for Monica. One night, he got so pissed, he went on this whole thing about how it's because he's hard to love or some shit. Was a rough night."

"Yeah, I get why he's...him."

Harrison nods. "Yeah, see why he doesn't talk much about it now?"

"Yeah," You nod, your voice soft and sad.

"Ya know, that's why he freaked so bad?" Harrison nearly whispers. "Your scar, it freaked him out and apparently, he had good reason to. I get you not telling him, I do but now you need to you. And part of why he kept freakin' is because he found out you were okay so he thought-"

"I was like Monica."

"Yeah, he's always scared people are just using him or they're fuckin' with him." Harrison's eyes are distant. "He loves you. He does and you scare the living fuck out of him because of it so, prove to him you're who he thinks you are. I think you made him have faith he isn't that hard to love, afterall."

"He isn't!" You defend. "If anything, loving him is easy. And I want to explain everything, Harrison but he won't' talk to me."

"I'm serious. Sit outside his door. He wants to talk to you but he thinks this is his fault so he's going to try and avoid you. Make it easier on you. Fight him. Push past him and let yourself in his place. But you need to tell him. He knocked on your door twice a day, every single day. Had me even do it a few times."

"All week?" You question.

"Mhm." Harrison hums. "Every. Damn. Day. He missed you and you hurt him. Time for you to make it right."

"Why did it take you two weeks for you yell at me, then?" You blurt out.

"What?" Harrison scrucnhes his face.

"Yeah, I mean, I've been home for two weeks and you're showing up now. Why? Why didn't you show up sooner? What happened?"

Harrison rolls his eyes and shrugs a shoulder. "Seb broke up with me last night. Said she can't handle me always ditching her for Tom."

You nod. "That's crappy."

"Bout as shitty as what you've done to Tom so." Harrison quips.

"I'm dying. I wasn't thinking clearly." You retort.

"Don't play the dying card. Makes you seem like a prick."

"Ouch." You groan.

"It does. You don't get to play a dying card because I think I know you well enough to know you have more faith in this than anyone. You think you'll get a heart which means you're not dying. You're too happy to think you're gonna die." The corner of Harrison's mouth tugs into a soft smirk.

"Yeah, I do." You give him a soft smile. "Tom's lucky to have you."

"I know." Harrison laughs. "I know."

"You're his person and if Seb can't handle that, she's not worth your time."

"My what?" Harrison looks at you as if you have three heads.

"What? You've never seen Grey's Anatomy?"

"Can't say I have, no."

You roll your eyes. "If you have to rob a bank, you call Tom. If Tom needs help hiding a corpse, he's calling you and you'd help him drag the corpse across the living room, no questions asked."

Harrisons laughs and shakes his head. "Yeah, guess you're right there."

"I am!" You giggle. "You do everything for him and he's lucky to have you."

Harrison nods but there's something different in his eyes. It's not sadness or even a distance anymore. It's almost like he's content with everything. Something you said seemed to put something in place for him.

"Tom's lucky to have you."

You scoff. "Yeah, someone who ditches him because things get a little rough."

"No," Harrison shakes his head. "He is because you put him back together when I couldn't. Yeah, you fucked up but you know you did. You know you did and you want to fix it so, he's lucky to have you, when he talks to you again."

"Think he'll really talk to me again?"

"Yeah, he will."

"Is he gonna run when I tell him?"

Harrison doesn't answer at first, giving you the answer you don't want but you can't blame him. You ran and it's about you. You ran because you've been in Tom's shoes before. He's already been here. If he wants to run, you won't blame him. He should run because if you don't make it, it won't hurt as bad.

"Yes. He's going to run but he'll come back."

"You sure?" You ask.

"Positive. He wouldn't still be working at your shop if he wanted nothing to do with you."

"Okay." You gives him a nervous smile. "Guess I'll camp out outside his door."

"Good." Harrison gives you a side smile. "I expect a call from Tom later telling me off for telling you everything."

"Thanks for telling me."

"You needed to know. You needed to understand why this is so bad and why you need to tell him yourself. If I didn't think you didn't need to know, I wouldn't have told you. You make him better. I do like you despite this bullshit, so I'm rooting for you guys. But you two need to fuckin' talk shit out."

"I'm sorry about Seb."

"Yeah," Harrison brushes it off. "You're right. Can't handle Tom needing me, not worth my time, I guess."

"But you really like her."

"Yeah, 'course I do but Tom's my best mate. He comes first." Harrison rests a hand on the table and goes to get up. "Well, that was fun and I hope this never happens again. I'm gonna get a drink, you alright, though?"

You nod. "Nervous to talk to Tom. He's gonna yell."

"Yes." Harrison nods and gives you a closed smile. "He's gonna yell and you're gonna deal with it."

"Okay." You say softly.

"He'll forgive you, don't be too nervous." Harrison shrugs as he walks towards the door. "You can call, by the way, if you need anything. Not pity, just," Harrison pauses. "Sometimes people need other people to talk to."

"You're Tom's friend." You state.

"Yeah," Harrison rolls his shoulders. "But, I consider you a friend. If I didn't, I wouldn't have wasted my time in coming over to yell at you. He's my friend first but, I do like you so, I'm here, too."

"You're a good person, Harrison Osterfield."

"I know, a damn good one." Harrison laughs as he opens the door. "Good luck." Harrison says before he leaves you to yourself.

You found yourself in a bit of a panic after Harrison left. You're ready to tell Tom, you are but you're terrified. You're scared because you can't put him through another loss. That's not fair to him but you owe him an explanation and you want to fix this. You destroyed everything and all you want to do is fix it.

One of the biggest mistakes of your life, is this. It's leaving Tom high and dry. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve anything bad to happen. He deserves happiness and how the hell can one person go through so much? You just made it worse and the last thing you want to do is talk to him and somehow make it worse. How you possibly could is the real question but it's still eating you up. Tom deserves better.

You waited until it was half hour until the end of Tom's shift and packed up your laptop as well as a few articles of Tom's clothes he'd let you borrow in case this went how you thought it would, Tom kicking you out and ending it for real and completely. You went to sit in front of his door. Harrison might have been being dramatic but you aren't taking any risks. You're going to sit outside his door and make him talk to you. And you're going to try and distract yourself with writing and you have his clothes in case he wants to cut off ties. Just in case Harrison is wrong.

What if Harrison is wrong? What if Tom is just done? You wouldn't blame him, not after what he's been through. You don't even blame him for not wanting to talk to you. It all makes sense and it hurts, of course it fucking hurts like a ton of bricks sitting on your chest, but you get it. If you're being honest, you'd probably not want anything to do with him if the roles were reversed. Tom doesn't owe you anything, not even to hear you out.

You're pulled from your thoughts when you hear footsteps approaching. Tom's eyes are locked on you and his NIKEs start lightly dragging on the floor as if to slow him down. His jaw is clenched with his fists at his sides. The last thing he wants right now is to talk to you and it's written all over his face. But, you grab your things and stand up as Tom reaches his door.

"Can we talk?" You ask softly, Tom keeping his eyes on the door.

"No, fuck off." Tom mumbles, getting his door open.

"I want to explain." You try as Tom walks inside.

"Don't fuckin' care what you want." Tom avoids looking at you, knowing he'll cave if he does. He goes to shut the door but you put your foot in the way.

"No." You say. "No, I want to explain. I messed up and I'll stand in the hallway and tell you exactly what happened and you can yell at me if you want but you're gonna hear me out."

Tom sighs and opens his door, allowing you inside, not wanting to make a scene for once. "Fine. Explain and get the fuck out." Tom walks to his fridge and your heart sinks, your eyes burning as you shut the door. You rest your things on the floor and walk further inside, but keep a few feet of distance between you and Tom.

"I'm sorry." You whisper.

"Yeah? What for? Telling me you love me, which was a lie clearly. Disappearing? Ignoring me? Telling me to stop callin' through your dad? Randomly showing up and lookin' at me like I'm the bad guy? Should I go on?" Tom opens the beer bottle and takes a long swig.

"Everything." You say. "Besides telling you that I love you because I do. That's not a lie."

Tom scoffs. "Got a funny way of showing it."

"Yell at me." You say and Tom stares at you but avoids looking directly looking at your face. "Yell at me, Tom! Just do it already so I can get on with what-"

"You're-GOD You're terrible!" Tom starts, your breath hitching with sudden loudness and venom in his voice. "You're fuckin' horrible! What the fuck did I ever do that was so fuckin' terrible to you? You just left! You can't tell someone you love them and then just leave! Don't you know what that can do to someone? I-I-I fuckin' trusted you and you just, left like it was nothing! Like I'm nothing! Not everything revolves around you! I trusted you and I told you I loved you and I can't do that! You-you can't, you left when it got bad! You promised you wouldn't leave! You did anyway! What the fuck, y/n?" Tom's eyes move to yours and they're glossed over already. He shakes his head and licks his lips, taking another drink from the bottle.

You hang your head. "I know..." Your voice is small and broken.

"I thought something happened to you! And then you were just fine! You were fuckin' fine and then the second I get so fuckin' tired of you always being in my damn head, I try and do something about it and you show up! You just show up and then...it's like I fuckin' cheated on you!"

"Stop." You say, just above a whisper.

"It's true! I know we didn't say it but we were basically together, ya? And I slept with someone else and now I feel like fuckin' shit because I hurt you but you hurt me and this isn't fuckin'-"

"Tom!" You cut him off. "You didn't cheat, so don't beat yourself up over it, okay? I left you. I ignored you. You didn't cheat."

"Feels like I did." Tom states with the gesture of his hands out. "Whatever." He rolls his eyes and takes another drink. "Talk and go the fuck away." Tom sniffles, fighting back the urge to cry from pure frustration and guilt.

"I lied." You say, ripping the band-aid off. "When I said I was fine, I lied because I didn't want to scare you or hurt you." Tom's eyes snap back to yours and his heart sinks. "When I went MIA, it's because something didn't feel right...like I don't know. It was just kind of hard to breathe and my chest didn't feel right so I called my dad and let him know I was going to the doctor. I tried to go but ended up going to the emergency room because something wasn't right and it wasn't. I have dilated cardiomyopathy and I needed to go in for emergency surgery. My heart isn't strong enough to pump on its own anymore so they put in a pacemaker. I need a new heart and I've needed one. I've moved up on the transplant list." You explain everything as clearly as you can, keeping your voice straong and just getting it all over with.

"That's not funny." Tom says and his voice breaks just enough for you to hear.

"No." You shake your head. "It's not."

"Some sick idea of a joke, ya know?" You can see Tom's eyes water even from where you stand.

"Not a joke." You look to the floor, trying to help yourself from crying. You're okay with dying, at least you were. You were okay with it. You learned to be okay with it but things change and people change. Now, you hate the idea. "I, um, I thought that maybe if I left that you, you would hate me, ya know?" Your voice wavers and your lip quivers. "And then that'd be it? It'd be easier on you because then you wouldn't have to watch me die or get that phone call in the middle of the night and I thought it'd be easier because I wish I was given that choice. I wish I had known but I didn't and then I just..I realized that you should get the choice and none of it's fair and Tom, I'm sorry." You get the last few words out in a soft cry with tears start to leak from your eyes as you look back to Tom.

Tom's grip on the bottle tightens. All he can think about is Elena and that this cannot possibly be happening again. He had to watch his first love die and he still blames himself for it and now he's going to be forced to watch you die. How the hell is this fair? What the hell did he ever do to have to watch people he loves die? Why can't he just be happy with someone? And what the fuck did you ever do to deserve this? It's not fair to you.

His throat tightens and his eyes start to burn. Tom puts his bottle down on the table and closes the few feet of distance between you. His arms come around you as if it's still second nature and you just break.

A/N: NO Tom/Haz/her parents etc. are NOT giving her their heart. (yeah this an actual note I have to put here because of the theories tumblr users were throwing at me.)