tom hated it.
he hated where he was.
who he was with.
why he was there.
the place he's been put in was a small
cell. nothing like the movies.
the steel slab protruding from the
wall was the only place tom could sit
comfortably. the dirty green paint iob
was chipped and peeling off.
the officer was strangely nice. tall, buff, and a lingering scent of peppermint.
he kept touching tom's shoulders and
slapping his back.
after a few hours the officer came to his cell to slide open the metal gate.
"somebody's getting you out, kid."
"really?"
tom crossed his fingers, hoping tord
would be his saviour. that he could run into his arms and they'd be fine
but he was wrong.
two very different figures were leaning up against the police desk, engaged in a very bland conversation.
"your older brothers. they got you out."
"they're not my-"
the taller one with the longer hair lunged forward and grabbed tom, his hand closing over his mouth. he cautiously bent down to his ear.
"we're with tord. play along."
the shorter one with bushy eyebrows and messy hair decided to speak up.
"yes officer. that's our baby brother."
he punched tom in the arm, instantly
causing numb sensations in the
surrounding area. tom nervously
laughed it off and convincingly patted
the stranger's backs.
the police officer walked away as
tom was harshly dragged outside. he
immediately pulled away and stared
at the strangers with an expression of
panic and confusion.
the shorter one lit a cigarette and
promptly began to take a deep drawl.
the one who'd grabbed tom earlier
nervously chuckled.
"i'm pat, that's paul. tord sent us."
"why you two?"
"we're his godparents."
"you don't look old."
"we are only 4 years older than tord."
"yikes."
"anyway, speak of the devil."
tom felt two warm arms wrap around
his waist and pull him into a hug. he
felt his chest flutter as the familiar
aroma of sugary sweets and cherries
filled his senses.
"tord, what ha-"
"oh my goodness tom! are you okay?!
i tried to wake you up but you're a really deep sleeper, and the police were already running over and you're quite heavy, no offense, but i didn't want to leave you so i figured that if you were arrested-"
tom cupped tord's face in his hands, gingerly pecking his cheek; immediately silencing the chatty norwegian.
"i'm okay, tord."
"well. i still have to apologise."
"and how do you plan on doing that?"
tord laced his fingers with tom's, dragging him in the direction of the city centre.
he didn't stop running till they
arrived at a tall white building. metal
pillars and glass screens decorated
the entrance.
the city ice rink. obviously.
tord checked them in and grabbed them matching black skates. tom grabbed them and laughed, after tightly lacing them up, tom began to
stagger over to the rink. tord draped his arm over his shoulder for support.
"you ever skated before, kittyboy?"
"honestly? no."
"no way! you're lying to me."
"i promise i'm not."
"well then, i guess i should be your
mentor."
tord set foot on the ice and immediately glided in a perfect circle.
tom refused to let go of the wall. his legs could barely shift.
tord linked arms with tom.
"come on tom, we're leaving the wall."
"no! no! tord i swear i'll kill you!"
"if you can catch me."
tord turned backwards, skating
perfectly in front of tom who angrily
scowled in defeat.
he held onto tord's hand who skated
a few steps. tom tried to copy, his feet
struggling to find a rhythm.
after sluggishly skating for almost five
minutes, tom's skate blade found a
chunk missing from the ice.
the two boys toppled to the freezing
ground. tord with his back to the ice, tom's hands slammed on either side
of his face and his body hovering over hesitantly.
tord's lips curled into a smile.
"you look amazing lying above me."
"idiot."
the two boys exited the rink.
after killing their time at candy stores,
the park and the ice rink; the duo
finally arrived home.
the sun was bowing down behind
the rugged mountains lining the
amber horizon, tord held tom's hands in his own, grinning warmly at his boyfriend.
"before you leave, i have one last gift."
tord dipped his body, one knee grazing the gravelly concrete and the other bent at a perfect 90° degree angle. he fished his hand into his pocket to retrieve an orange gelatine haribo ring.
tom stifled his laughter into the sleeve
of his flannel he'd pulled on. his
other hand still remained in tord's
comfortable grip.
"kittyboy, tom, thomas, whatever you
please. i have fallen madly in love
with you and i am okay with that. so
please accept my offering and take this ring in proposal of our never ending friendship and love."
tord slipped the candy ring onto tom's
ring finger. tom tackled tord, flinging
his arms around the latter's neck.
"i guess this means i have to get
you a ring."
the two lovers chortled heartily
in unison before heading to their
respectful homes.
tom locked the door before hazily
leaning against the frame. he was in
a lovesick state.
but not at the right time.
a tall dark figure paced down the stairs.
"tom."
tom felt his throat tighten as his heart
skydived to his toes.
"dad."
YOU ARE READING
Dear Starboy {TomTord Neighbourhood AU, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}
Romancetom is an introvert. a blank sheet. tord is an enigma. a mystery. what happens when the two become neighbours? pastel!tord x tom. disclaimer: this is not my fanfic, it is a reupload, the original author left and deleted their account.
