Tom and I pulled up to Haley and Harrison's house, my hands on the steering wheel since Tom was still too injured to drive as I pulled onto their driveway. I stopped the car, both me and Tom undoing our seat belts as I turned the engine off.

"Let's go." Tom nodded, making me return it as we climbed out. I walked around to Tom, and took his hand, making him give me a small smile before we walked up the path. My eyebrows furrowed as there was a note on the front door.

"What's that?" Tom mumbled as I took the note and looked at it.

"'To Tom and Y/N, have gone out, will be back soon, let yourselves in and make yourselves at home. Harrison and Haley, kiss, kiss'." I read out.

"Brilliant." Tom sighed as he dug the key out of his pocket and let us in. We walked in, our eyes looking around the seemingly empty house as Tom shut the door behind us.

"Hello? Harrison? Haley?" I called out, both of us sighing as I got no response.

"Looks like we have the whole house to ourselves." Tom muttered as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and started to kiss my neck. I smirked and bit my lip at his actions, my heart fluttering and the space in between my legs starting to tingle at the clear implications of what my fiancé was doing.

"What are you thinking that we could do?" I teased as I turned around in his arms, my hands landing against his chest as his hands cupped my waist.

"You know the answer to that, sweetheart." He smirked before leaning down and kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands curling around his neck and pulling him closer as we kissed. He smirked as he walked me backwards, causing my legs to collide with the sofa and making me squeal as we collapsed onto it.

"You're in a testing mood today, aren't you?" I breathed as Tom pinned my hands above my head and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Fuck yes, my love, I've been stuck in hospital for two months, I need some intimate time." He hummed against my skin, making me smirk and close my eyes at the feeling of him leaving open-mouthed and nippy kisses on my neck.

"Tommy, maybe we shouldn't, they're going to be back any minute." I spoke, though trying to stifle my moans as he continued to nip at my skin.

"We better be quick, then." He smirked, making me return it and bite my lip as Tom sat up on top of me and pulled his top over his head. I sat up underneath him and started to kiss along his neck, Tom's breath hitching as I worked my way along his collarbone, and down to his chest.

"Ah, shit." He hissed as I bit at his skin. I stopped and looked at him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Erm, yeah, it just, it still hurts a bit. It's okay." He reassured before leaning down to kiss me. My heart dropped at his words, my eyes wavering as I hesitantly returned the kiss. Tom noticed, making him break the kiss and look at me.

"What's up, sweetheart?" he asked quietly. I gulped and looked down, tears pricking my eyes as nothing but guilt filled me at the pain that Tom was in.

"Do you not think that I'm attractive anymore because of the scars that I now have-."

"No, no, god no, Tommy, I love you no matter what." I scoffed and shook my head.

"Then why did you stop, darling?" he asked. I bit my lip and looked up at him, a tear leaving my eye as I looked into his gorgeous chocolate gaze.

"Because I'm the reason that you're in pain." I choked. Tom's face softened, a sigh leaving his lips as he climbed off of me and sat next to me so that his body was facing mine.

"Why would you think that, my love?" he asked gently, his hand softly cupping my cheek and making me look at him. I sighed and bit my lip, my heart utterly fucking broken even after two months as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Because it's true. I'm the reason that you got hit by that car, I'm the reason that you nearly died, I'm the reason that you're in pain." I cried and shook my head, my entire body feeling numb as I spoke. I knew that the likelihood was that Tom would never blame me for what happened, but I couldn't help it. He had been hurt because of me, and I didn't know if I'd ever be able to forgive myself for that. Tom returned my sigh as he pulled his top back on.

"Okay, darling. Yes, I'll admit that you were the reason that I got hit by that car, but I would not change that for the world. I don't want to make myself sound like the hero here, but I saved your life. The nurse told me that if I hadn't pushed you, if you would have been hit by the car, you definitely would have died. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I would have let you get hit, let alone if you would have died. I do not regret what I did, and I would do it again if it meant saving you." He nodded.

"Please don't say that." I choked and shook my head.

"But it's true, sweetheart. I would risk my life to make sure that yours was safe. And that will never change." He promised. I gulped and looked at him, his words warming my heart, but also making me even more worried. I would always love Tom for what he had done to me, but I hated to think that if something like that ever happened again, he'd risk his life for me again.

"I don't blame you for what happened. Yes, I did it for you, but at the end of the day, I chose to do it. It was my choice, not yours. Okay?" he asked, his beautiful eyes flicking over my face as he gently wiped my tears away with his thumb. I looked down and harshly bit my lip in a weak attempt to stop more tears from leaving my eyes.

"It's okay, darling. It's okay." He reassured. I nodded and looked back up at him.

"I love you, Tommy. So fucking much." I choked and shook my head.

"I love you too, darling. I love you so much." He nodded before gently kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut as my hand cupped his cheek and pulled him closer.

"We're back!" We broke the kiss and looked over the sofa as the door opened, and Harrison and Haley walked in. They both looked at us with furrowed eyebrows, the pair of them obviously clocking that we'd been talking about something important before they'd come back.

"Did we interrupt something?" Haley asked.

"No, it's fine, we're all good." Tom shook his head, making me give him a small smile as he gently rested his hand on my thigh.

"So, how's the wedding planning going?" Harrison asked as we all sat in the living room and watched TV. Tom nodded and looked at me as his hand continued to gently massage my thigh.

"It's going well, yeah. Y/N's wedding dress is picked, and we're paying the last payment on the venue next week." He nodded again.

"Sounds like it's all coming together." Haley smiled.

"Yeah, it is." Tom returned the smile before looking at me worriedly.

"You okay, Y/N?" Harrison asked. I snapped back, my mind having completely zoned me out as I only just became aware that everyone was staring at me. I looked at Tom to see him also staring at me worriedly, making me gulp. It was almost as if he could read my mind, that he could see that despite his attempt to reassure me, it hadn't really worked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I lied with a nod, my body curling more into Tom's side and prompting him to wrap an arm around me.

"I'm going to get snacks." Harrison nodded as he stood up.

"I'll help." I replied as I stood up too.

"Wait." Tom spoke, my fiancé catching my hand as I moved. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, Tommy?" I asked. He sighed and seemingly studied me as his eyes flicked over my face.

"Are you sure that you're okay, my love?" he asked quietly. I sighed and bit my lip. Really, no, I wasn't okay, and I knew that I wasn't doing a good job of hiding that. But Tom had enough on his plate right now, he didn't also need my baggage adding to the weight already on his shoulders.

"I'm sure." I smiled, making him sigh again and look at me sceptically as I leant down and pecked his lips before heading into the kitchen. I gave Harrison a tight smile as I walked in, making him return it as he started to get the snacks ready. I sighed and looked at him, my heart jumping in anxiety purely at the idea of asking Harrison this. But I had to know the truth, and I wasn't convinced that I'd get that from Tom.

"Harrison, can I ask you something?" I asked as I leant against the counter.

"Sure." He nodded, the boy popping a bit of popcorn into his mouth as he leant against the counter opposite to me. I gulped and looked down, my stomach twisting with the uneasy feelings that came with not knowing the answer.

"Does Tom blame me for the car accident?" I asked. Harrison paused in his tracks, all of his movements stopping and his eyes widening slightly as he looked at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked slowly. I bit my lip and desperately tried not to cry. But it wasn't working.

"Does he blame me for him being hit by the car? Because I know that I fucking do." I choked. His eyes widened further and he stood up straight.

"No, of course not, why would he blame you?" he scoffed.

"He nearly died, Harrison. He nearly died because of me." I cried, the tears starting to leave my eyes uncontrollably as I spoke. He sighed and looked at me sympathetically.

"True, he did. But he would never forgive himself if you had been hit by the car instead of him. He would never blame you, Y/N, he wouldn't." he reassured. I sighed and nodded as I looked at him. As much as I had wanted to believe Tom alone, I just couldn't. But Harrison also backing up the idea that Tom truly didn't blame me for what had happened gave me that little bit more reassurance that he didn't. Even if it was just a little bit.

"Okay. Thanks, Harrison." I gave him a small smile, making him return it and gave me another sympathetic look as I headed back into the living room.

Tom opened the front door to our house, both of us puffing out in exhaustion as he let us in.

"Well, darling, I don't know about you, but I am shattered, and going straight to bed." He chuckled, his hand gently taking mine and intertwining our fingers as we wandered into our bedroom.

"Me too, Tommy. It's been a long day." I nodded as I shrugged my jacket off and pulled my top over my head. Tom pulled his shirt and jeans off, a comfortable silence having taken over the room as my fiancé climbed into our bed for the first time in two months. I pulled my jeans off, also leaving me in just my underwear as I climbed in next to him. I lay down so that I was facing him, him lying in the same position so that we were both on our sides and looking at each other. Tom gave me a small smile, his beautiful chocolate gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips as he curled his arm over my waist, and pulled me closer to him.

"What are you thinking about, sweetheart?" he asked quietly as he raised his hand and moved a strand of hair out of my face before putting his hand back over my waist. I shrugged and just stared into his gorgeous eyes as I tried not to let tears slip out of my own.

"I just...I can't get over it. You're still hurt. It's been two months, and you're still suffering, and it's because of me." I choked. He sighed as he pulled me closer and took my face into his hand, our eyes fluttering shut as he gently pressed our foreheads together.

"My love, I am begging you to believe me when I say that I don't blame you for what happened, and I would do it again. Just to save you. I would do anything for you, darling, that includes risking my life. I do not blame you. I just love you enough to do something debatably very stupid in order to make sure that you live." He reassured, his eyes looking at my lips as his thumb gently stroked my cheek. I gulped and nodded, the passion with which Tom was trying to convince me that he didn't blame me reassuring as I stared into the eyes that I never wanted to worry about not seeing again.

"Now, stop thinking that I blame you, okay? I love you so, so much, love, and that will never change, alright?" he asked. I nodded and bit my lip, my heart so full of love for him as we gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Tommy. So much." I whispered.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I love you too." He returned before leaning in and gently kissing me.