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The Fragile Heart: Chapter 1 [Jul. 23rd, 2007|06:19 pm]
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Title: The Fragile Heart
Author: Tomia
Rating: R

Tom Fletcher opened his eyes. He was lying in his queen-sized bed, laid against his stomach, his arm sprawled across the side where his girlfriend Vera usually slept. She was there when he returned home the night before, sleeping soundly and peacefully like a beautiful angel. But as he ran his hand over the flat matress, the emptiness never left him. Nor did the guilt.

He lifted his head, and suddenly felt excruciating head pain—bad hangover. And as he dropped his head back against the pillow, a loud banging came from the other side of his door.

“Tom, my darling, I’ve got breakfast ready!” Vera called out cheerfully from the other side.

Feeling no motivation to get up, he pulled another pillow over his head, hoping the banging would go away.

“Tom…?” Vera continued. “It’s a big breakfast! I know you love big breakfasts!”

The banging continued, and after a few moments, Tom finally surrendered. He threw his pillow from his head, along with the blanket he was sleeping under, and got up to open the door.

“You’re quite perky this morning,” he said, attempting to sound just as cheerful.

She smiled and gently took both of his arms, and pulled his shirtless body towards her for a kiss.

“Mmm,” she said, then pulling them apart. “I didn’t hear you come in last night. Too much fun with the boys, I expect?”

“Yeah, couldn’t avoid it,” he said half-heartedly.

“You know, I miss you,” she said then, her cheerful tone leaving her, and her smile slowly turning to a frown as she traced her fingertips down the side of his cheek. “You’re hardly home anymore.”

“I know…” Tom replied, feeling guilt waiting to murder his insides. “But… but the boys, the recording… you know the drill.”

“I know.” Her finger tips were now tickling his chest, her soft brown eyes boring into his. Those eyes he couldn’t resist. He brought his hand up to her face, softly tucking a lock of her straight brown hair behind her ear, never breaking their stare. “Just… wake me up the next time you come home late.”

“You don’t have to wait,” he said, and then he leaned forward and closed his eyes, his lips on hers.

His hand left her face and slowly moved it down her arm, while the other arm made its way around her waist. His touch was enough to make her shiver. Her hands reached his bare back, moving around cautiously but wanting more…

…Tom remembered his hands running wildly through her long, black hair, his lips hungry for her soft, sweet kisses. He let out a soft moan, feeling his insides burst with raging hormones all around. It was hot between them, her warm, naked body underneath his. She moaned as his hands were now finding their way down, his lips now kissing her neck, then her bare chest, then her belly button, and then…

“You better get down here quick, or else Dougie will eat all your food!”

Tom and Vera broke apart. They were still standing at the door frame, both of them panting and a little red in the face, but still looking at each other. His heart was beating fast.

Tom looked away from her, trying to shake the memory away.

“You alright?” asked Vera.

“I’m alright,” he said, now not looking at her. That girl… That girl… Did Vera notice this?

But she leaned forward and kissed his cheek with a small smile. Then she whispered into his ear: “We’ll wait till the boys leave.”

Then she left him with a smirk to go downstairs to meet the rest of the boys. Then he went back into his room to search for a clean shirt, his mind overly occupied with thoughts. The boys…Recording… those have been his excuses for the past month as to why he had been coming home late. But remembering those intense hazel eyes that went along with the long, black hair, he was obviously keeping a secret.

From: applelipgl0ss
2007-07-24 02:55 am (UTC)
the heck? :[
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From: applelipgl0ss
2007-07-24 02:57 am (UTC)
okay, mom was asking for switch change of money. anyway.

aw, TOM. bad boy.
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[User Picture]From: snips_x
2007-07-24 03:37 am (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: pwned_spit
2007-07-24 12:51 pm (UTC)
You know I love this =]
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[User Picture]From: boxthestars
2007-07-26 10:07 am (UTC)
o shit
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[User Picture]From: xsimplyxashleyx
2007-08-08 09:39 pm (UTC)
Bad Tommy...
you need a spanking
*coughcough* hehe
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