You were stuffed in your room, the fan the only source of air as it pushed the humid oxygen around.
You room was a tip. Used clothes and bags kicked under the already spaceless bed. The dust blowing around the bookshelf as they lay untouched for days. The files of work your boss had given stacked beside in a messy order, the week you'd been given off taken to your advantage. There was a line of lilac plastered on the otherwise white wall as you'd knocked the shelf with his belongings down using a hammer. Days worth of cans on your bedside table accompanying useless bits and bobs, wrappers and the occasional tissue. You were happy it had happened in some ways, the idea you were free appealing to you, and you'd always knew you loved someone else - your best friend to be precise. But you told yourself it would happen between the two of you and Jeremy was someone who you begun to care for.
A stuck thin, petite framed, B cupped blonde. He'd left you, for a B cupped blonde. You pulled the covers tighter around you remembering how you'd caught him. His grim face showing regret, but not at his actions... At getting caught.
"Hey Jeremy, I know I'm early but I was given time off. My boss - Sam - said I was doing great, so I thought I'd-"
You opened the door to the spare room slightly after hearing muffled sounds coming from the direction, to see the bed bobbing up and down, the blonde bimbo tucked with him under the covers as he occasionally grunted down at her and the springs moving making the screeching sound vibrating against the walls. Her body shaking as she looked over to your stunned expression, before questioning if you'd come to join in, in a breathless voice. He stopped confused causing a whimper from here before turning to spot you and jumping up to cover himself.
"Shit. Princess I didn't know you'd be home-"
"Oh no please, don't stop on my accord."
So much venom in one sentence astounded you. You'd never sounds so bitter in your life, not even when your ex neighbour ran over your cat 3 years ago - and man had you given him hell.
You slammed the door shut behind you, making your way down to your bedroom. You scoffed to yourself realising he hadn't done it in your bed, which in some senses you were thankful for, as you didn't think you could even look at it again if he had.
You pushed the chest of draws in front of the door, blocking his only entry way. The thuds from his fist making contact with the wood only spurred you on as you chucked all his clothing and belongings into a suitcase and threw it out the window with a loud, satisfactory BANG noise when it hit the concrete.
Your knees then crumpled as you sunk to the floor in tears, realising the man you had spent 2 years with had been getting it from somewhere else, and that's why he hadn't wanted you.
You wrapped yourself closer in bed with tears streaming from your eyes. You hadn't called anyone but Sam who'd sworn secrecy as given you a few weeks holiday off, apart from her nobody knew where you'd disappeared too. After numerous missed calls from family and friends you'd turned your phone off and threw it across the room.
You'd been in bed for 4 days now. 4 days in the pit if a home, barely eating or sleeping. You'd only moved to pee and get a water from the kitchen before retreating to your den again.
Your ears perked up as you heard the front door click open by a key and you remember locking it, the sound of expensive shoes hitting the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut knowing there was no time to move the draws back in front of the door - you mentally cursed yourself for ever moving it away - and you brace yourself for Jeremy's rage.
"Oh my, Darling Girl... Why didn't you phone me?"
Your face swooshed around instantly, climbing out of bed and running towards the English treasure you called a best friend; regardless of the fact you were in one of his baggy T-shirts and your knickers. His voice was as smooth as silk, the accent standing out with such a sincere tone. Tom's posture was tall, his usual attire of a suit shirt and trousers placed firmly over his muscly figure as he lifted your body off the ground and into his frame. Your eyes started crying again against his neck, but this time it was tears of relief seeing your best friend back in London. He was meant to be away for a few more weeks filming in Toronto, but you don't care. You were wrapped around him in an instant missing the feel of him close.
"Hey, don't cry. What's got my Little One so upset? Who am I beating up this time?!"
"I- He- They-."
You took a deep breathe ready to shout out the key words before the lump in your throat became too much.
"Jeremy. Blonde. Bed. Sex. Cheating. I caught the-e-e-emm...! I'm so- so gl-lad y-you're here!"
Your warms wrapped tighter around his neck as he kissed your temple. His arms tightening around your waist comfortingly, and his soft hushed noises stopping the sobs from being so violent. He perched down on the bed, your body straddling him as your frame remained against his.
"I knew something was wrong. Your mother called me saying you hadn't picked up in 3 days or so, saying I deserved to know you were being off. I jumped on the first plane back saying there wasn't time to explain to the director. Little One, he was a jerk. I always knew it, he treated you like dirt and you deserve better okay? How long has it been since you were outside?"
You mumbled under your breathe making him sigh and tilt your chin to make eye contact. You rolled your stinging eyes and mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.
"4 days."
"Up then beautiful. I'm taking you to dinner and dancing. It's time we had that date I won in a bet before."
"Tom that was 3 years ago..."
"Did it have an expiration date?"
"Well no-"
"Exactly! Up, dressed, washed and ready. Go!"
His grin was contagious as he left you to your room to get ready, leaving traces of a firm kiss to the cheek and a wink. You chuckled to yourself, knowing it was always Tom that could cheer you up in an instant.
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You were all dressed in a black sleek number, the slit in the side revealing your freshly shaven leg as your updo was curled and swept up. You couldn't help but feel beautiful around Tom, his ability to just be thankful of every day he got in the world radiating off him like waves. You could hear him talking on the phone to your mum, he always called your mum 'Tinks' or 'Tinkerbell' for her small size.
"Yes she's okay now Tinks... I will indeed... I'm sure she loves you too... It's nothing, I needed to make sure she was okay myself... Okay, goodbye Darling!"
He spun on his heels, your presence startling him before a soft smile made it to his face.
"You look utterly beautiful. Shall we?"
"Indeed."
With one arm linked in his, you both walked outside. Ignoring your neighbours stunned looks as you made it to his car.
Your dinner was exquisite. The food beautifully prepared and all on Tom after much protesting. He'd pulled you to a dance floor towards the back of the restaurant. His hands firmly holding your figure close as he swayed you to the music, your two left feet following his lead. His lips ghosted down to your ear as he whispered, your spine shaking at the sensation. You turned your head slightly to plant a firm, confident kiss to his lips before he moved his hand up to the small of your back, responding. Once you'd separated - too soon for your liking - you realised what you'd done, and before you could apologise he kissed your neck... Then your cheek... Then your ear...
"You look gorgeous. I'm very lucky to have you and know you Darling. If you ever need me, I need you to promise me from now on you'll call. Whenever you're sad, lonely or just want a hug... I'm here, okay? I care for you as you do for me. I know there's always been something between us, but thinking I'd have to leave you most of the time killed me and I couldn't pull myself to do that to you. But no more, the love for me in your eyes is obvious. I don't want another man hurting you, so be mine? Be mine and make me the happiest person on the planet, because I care for you too. It pains me to see you like I did. Your tears are wasted on him. Forget him. Any man who has you in his arms and throws everything he has with you away like that doesn't deserve you in the first place. You my beautiful, beautiful girl deserve the world. And one day, I'll try my best to give it to you. I love you Darling, and I always will."
Your mouth was wide open, a small grin tugging at the sides of your face. You knew you loved this man, there was no denying it. But you never thought he felt the same.
"We haven't dated, I know. And I'm prepared to wait if that's what you want, because I know it's soon. I don't even have a ring. But I've known you for 17 years and I need to finally ask you... Marry me?"
You stepped back slightly letting his words sink in.
"You mean this Tom? This isn't some joke? Or drunk decision? Or some kind of bet with Ben again?"
"Little One... I promise, I'm serious. Marry me? Marry me and make me the luckiest man on the planet. If it's too soon I'll wait, I'll do anything for you. We don't have to get married anytime soon. I thought I'd make you miserable and hurt you, but I was wrong. There's no where I'd rather you be than with me. So I'm asking you right now, be my wife and let me know you're safe, that I can protect you and you'd finally be with me... Not with someone else who I thought would make you happier?"
"Nobody could make me happier. Good god, I love you."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes!"