37 w/ Calum??? Congrats on 1K my dude xo
By 37 w Calum I meant 37 w Tom hahahahahaha
thanks my dude xo 💞
37 // One of us gets too drunk and calls about a hundred times
tom’s been trying to ignore the almost constant buzzing of his phone for almost ten minutes. he thought he’d muted it before he got in bed, but alas he hadn’t and he was regretting that a little bit. he reached over a grabbed it wondering who on earth could possibly be trying so desperately to reach him in the middle of the night. he opens one eye to see far too many missed calls on the screen before it starts ringing again.
it was you, of course it was you.
he answers, putting it on speaker and laying the phone on his chest so he doesn’t have to hold it.
“TOMMY THANK GOD IVE BEEN CALLING FOR AT LEAST FOURTEEN HOURS” you shout, he winces at the volume, turning his phone down a few notches.
“fourteen hours, huh?” tom replies
“thats forever, tommy.”
“mmm, sorry for not answering earlier, was sleeping.”
“i didn’t mean to wake- shut up its tom- i didnt mean to wake you up, im sorryyyy”
tom has no idea who you’re talking to on the other end, he has no idea where you even are but he can tell by your slurred words that you are well and truly intoxicated.
“how many have you had, darling?”
“oh boy, not enough,” you giggle.
“no more,” he tells you
“you can’t stop me, you’re not here.”
tom hears someone shouting in that background that you’re officially cut off for the night and he laughs as you whine to the person that you’re not even that drunk. there’s a bit of muffled noises and the sound of other people dies away, it’s almost completely silent and tom’s worried you’ve passed out until you let out a sigh.
“any particular reason you called, (Y/N)?” he asks
“miss you,” you mumble
“i saw you two days ago.”
“two days too long tommy.”
“maybe if you let me know you miss me when you aren’t drunk we could sort something out.”
“drunk you is not better, thank you, you always tell me you’re in love with me.”
tom’s heart stops because he does not remember ever telling you those words, he takes a deep breath hoping you don’t hear any shake in his voice when he talks, “that’s how it always goes with us, one of us gets too drunk and calls about hundred times, saying things we probably shouldn’t.”
“why shouldn’t we be saying them?”
he takes another deep breath, “because we’re scared the other doesn’t feel the same, so if they don’t we won’t have to remember it.”
“i’m glad we don’t get drunk together then, i’d hate to forgot you admitting your love for me.”
“we get drunk together all the time, what are you talking about?”
“yes, but you’ve never said you love me to my face because harrison would never shut up about it if you had.”
he doesn’t know what to say to that. everything is so much easier to say on the phone, because if you say something wrong you can just hang up.
“tommy?” your voice sounds so small to him, but maybe he just can’t hear over the thundering of his heart beat.
“yeah?”
“please come tell me you love me.”
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