𝘈 𝘙𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 //𝘛.𝘍 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 //

Part 4 || 5 - Sharon and Peter

"Yeah, bye, Daddy. Love you too"

"Bye, Mr. Y/L/N"

"Did he talk to you guys?" I asked Emma as she placed her cup down. "No, he hasn't been on the set-" I cut her off, "That's why he hasn't been calling me for a few days" 

"What do you think you'll do?" Emma asked as I grabbed my keys. "I'm going to see him, I mean, I'm still angry, but he needs me, he's still my bestfriend-"

"Y/N, please, I like your loyalty, I admire you for it, but think about it for a second. If you go there, he will think everything is fine, and that you both are back to normal, the question is - are you-"

"I don't care, Em. As much as I love and hate that jerk, I have to do it. That jerk is one of the most important people in my life, he needs me. He won't say, but he does and I can't just leave him like that. It'll hurt me when I re-enter the house, it will, I know but I just- I don't want to think about it right now, what I need to think is what Tom's going through-"

Emma hugged me tightly making me stop what I was telling. "This is why I love you, no matter how many people hurt you, or how they hurt you; you're always there for them" I hugged her back and smiled, "I love you too but Emma I gotta go, bye!"

Tom's POV

I was sitting on the couch with a drink in my hand. How am I supposed to take it in? When we're kids, we always think that our parents are soulmates, that they'll be together their whole life, that they'll set a great example of love for you. I guess I was wrong. I took a sip and my doorbell rang. I looked at the door and didn't do anything. The doorbell rang again, I knew it would've been Rup or Dan, they've been trying to cheer me up. 

When I didn't open, whoever it was, started ringing the doorbell repeatedly. I banged my glass on the table and got up. They were still ringing the doorbell. It was annoying.

"What in the damn-" I opened the door, "Shorty?" I asked as I didn't believe who I was seeing. She looked just like me, red eyes, dark circles, puffiness and everything. She gave me a small smile, I pulled her in and hugged her. I have been dying to talk to her. I started crying, I let out everything that I had buried in me.

She wrapped her arms around me, as I tightened the hug every second. It was difficult to breathe for us, but I didn't mind, and I guess she didn't as well. She rubbed my back soothingly and I let out a sigh. "Tom, let's get in, okay? I'll make you something to eat, I know you haven't-"

"No, no, I don't want to leave this" I said tightening the hug more. She cooed as my voice broke, "Okay, okay, I'm not leaving, okay? I'm right here" she said softly. I let out a small smile, "Okay, I know, erm, you don't want to hear this but erm, how - how long has it been since you showered?" she asked making me chuckle a little. 

"I showered-" I paused to think, "If you have to think, then it's been long" she said and pulled away. She wiped my tears with her sleeves, "How about you take a shower, huh? I'll clean around the house a little, and make something, okay?" I nodded and took a shower. The shower was hurried, as I didn't want Y/N to leave. 

"Hi" I said as I went to the kitchen, she was frying some chicken and dicing some tomatoes. "Hey" she replied not looking behind. "The apartment looks great, thank you" I said trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, you know how I feel about dirty places, so yeah" 

She wiped her hands and turned around, "How are you holding up?" she asked walking over to me. My eyes teared up so she pulled me in a tight hug again. "I don't know how to feel, Shorty" I said into the hug. "Did you have any idea about-"

"No, I haven't been home for a long time. How was I supposed to know that they were fighting when I barely saw them?" I said pulling away. She helped me with a glass of water. "I'm sorry" she said softly. I looked at her and she looked back. It was like everything was back to normal between us, like we never fought. I know it wasn't normal.

"Thanks" I mumbled and she served me some chicken salad. We ate dinner talking about my parents, how Y/N would be home when Dad would make pancakes on Sundays, how she helped Mom in everything, how they would always gift her something or the other on Christmas even when she said she didn't want anything.

Y/N's POV

Finishing dinner, we headed upstairs to his room. Every step I took, I didn't want to, but I knew I had to. He held my hand throughout, this is what I wanted but not that way. I wanted him to be holding hands with me because he's scared to let me go, because he needs me in his life, because I'm more than a best friend, because he loves me. The minute he opened his door, the memories in that room flashed by me making my eyes tear up. I quickly wiped them and looked at Tom. 

We sat on his bed and were looking at his family portrait. No matter what, Tom loved his family dearly. "How can two people be so broken yet appear to be in love?" he asked as his eyes teared up. I pulled him in a hug and said, "Tom, I don't know what you're going through, but you should know, they both love you just the same. Them being separated is not going to change that"

"But-"

"Don't you love them?" He nodded. "Then don't you think that they should be with someone who makes them happy? Tom, these things happen, but that doesn't mean you have to be quiet about it, talk to someone. If not me, then someone, maybe your brothers are going through the same thing. Talk to them. People fall in love and they fall out. All you need to do or think is how unhappy they were together - I know you don't want to hear this - but they'll be better off without each other, they'll be happy. Isn't that what you want?" by the time I completed that little speech with the harsh truth, I could hear Tom's light snores. 

I sighed and pulled him in bed. He slept cuddling to me like a baby, while I was wide awake. It was pretty late in night. I looked at him and my eyes teared up. I tried to act normal with him, I tried so hard. Because he needs me right now, as his best friend, he needs me. But I can't help but think - 'What about me?' My hands started to shake, as well as my legs. I couldn't control my tears. 

I can't take this, I need to leave.