Tom's P.O.V
I lingered in the hallway. Madison had just shut her door, but I was certain she was standing on just the other side of it, I was certain because I could hear her quiet sobs.
She had been making her way down the street just as I crossed the road to enter the apartment complex. I had answered the paparazzi's questions briefly before sliding through the gate. They didn't have many questions for me, but I hadn't expected them to notice me at all, for I knew it wasn't my story they were interested in at this moment in time.
Turning to close the gate, I hesitated. I don't know why, but I had felt compelled to stay and wait for her.
The fresh yells told me they had spotted her. Their questions were harsh, one shouted that maybe she was just unlovable. I wanted to punch him in the face and force him to apologise to her, but I knew Madison wouldn't have appreciated a fresh scene that would undoubtedly land her on the front page again tomorrow. So I held it together, waiting for her to emerge through the gate...what I was going to do when she appeared I didn't know. She should have reached it by now...
Peering through the slats in the gate, I spotted her. She was surrounded, looking panicked and a little lost. I thought I spotted a rouge tear fall from her eye before it disappeared with the rain. Had I imagined it? She'd seemed so strong in the furniture store, perhaps even a little cold that first time I'd met her. She was very talented at hiding herself from the prying eyes of outsiders.
I don't know what made me do it, I had just had an overwhelming urge to help her, so flinging the gate open I had stuck my hand through the mass of reporters and grasped her arm. Pulling her through the gate, I put myself between her and the press, urging her inside. She didn't hesitate.
When she thanked me, her voice had cracked, and she'd hastily wiped her face, as if I would mind her tears. I wanted her to know I didn't mind, that I would be there for her...as a friend of course.
But me being me, I'd said the wrong thing. I didn't want her to think I pitied her...but I guess in a way I did. I wouldn't know how to cope if I didn't have the love and support of my family.
What confused me was why? Why didn't they love her? She is gorgeous, smart, funny...loveable.
But I was beginning to see that she didn't think of herself that way at all...she believed them. She believed she was unlovable.
I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen. She had left me here to think about just how loveable I thought she was. The answer was very!
I was shaken from my reverie by a whispered 'you're wrong' coming from just inside her front door, almost as if she could hear my thoughts.
But I wasn't wrong, I'd make her see sense, I'd make her believe...I'd make her believe in the love of friendship.
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Not waving, but drowning.
ФанфикMadison is a famous writer who has just moved back to London England. Abandoned by her parents Madison finds it hard to connect with and trust people, what will happen when she runs into diver Tom Daley in a furniture store? Will she let him in?