11:04 P.M.

You sat up in your bed, listening to the heavy patter of rain on the window by your bed. Thunder crashed off in the distance and the rain got more intense, but you still sat there, listening. The only light in the room was produced by the street light that stood in front of your house, however the light wasn't too bright because your bedroom was on the second floor of your house. A small sigh escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, a draft coming in from the window made the room colder.

Maybe moving down into the living room will be warmer...

You thought, but gathered up some blankets just in case. The large living room was dim, a few candles still burning from when your parents were over earlier. Taking a lit candle you placed some wood in the fire place, touching the flame to the bark. Soon the fireplace was roaring with flames that produced just enough heat. You settled into a chair close to the fireplace, bundling the blankets around you. Only then were you starting to warm up.

Suddenly, someone was banging at the front door.

Who in their right mind would be out this time of night in this shit?

After a slight pause they started to bang on the door again. Your heart pounding in your chest, you grabbed a small dagger from the collection by the door, hiding it under some blankets that bundled around you. The door handle was cool, causing you to give a shaky sigh, finally opening the door slightly.

"Who is it?" You asked, your voice weak.

The cold seeped through your blankets and into your bones, making you shiver even worse.

The figure on the other side of the door coughed softly, they were drenched that much was obvious.

"It's me. Tom," He said, concern leaking into his voice.

Immediately you swung the door open and pulled your best friend into your home. He leaned against the half wall by the door to compose himself and smiled,

"You look cold..." He observed, chuckling.

The actor hung his soaking wet coat on a coat rack and helped you back to your chair, which was big enough for both of you, but you refused to let him sit,

"You'll get the chair all wet! And then if I sit in the wrong place, MY butt will be all wet!" You complained, pointing over to the hall, "Go change into some drier clothes, there should be some in the bag you left the other month..."

With an exasperated sigh Tom trudged down the hall to change. In a way, you wished you hadn't sent him to change, you just wanted to feed off of his body heat. Suddenly, the chair felt so cold and empty, and the rain was you could hear. Rain would make you sad and depressed sometimes, unfortunately it had to be the time that Tom made a surprise visit. Even though he was your best friend and had been for many years, you had started to develop a crush on him. There was no way you wanted to flat out tell him, in fear of breaking your friendship.

Finally, Tom came back in a black Beatles shirt with blue jeans that seemed to be fit for him and stood in front of you, almost asking for permission to sit. While he studied your face, looking for an answer he saw faint tear stains from when you had been crying earlier in the night and he sat down next to you, embracing you tightly.

"What is wrong, (Y/n)?" His voice creased with worry.

You shook your head in response, "It's nothing..." Trying to push that discussion away, you looked at the fire, "Why are you visiting so late, Tom?"

"I just got back to London, after finishing up on the set for Thor: Ragnarok... I sent you a text earlier saying I would be coming over and you responded with an 'Okay' so I came here right after landing..." He explained, his velvety voice surrounding you, making you forget about checking if you actually did say okay.

Him pulling away from the embrace was what clicked you back into reality as he stood up,

"Do you mind if I stay here for the night?" He asked, his eyebrow raising questioningly.

"Go right ahead..." You mumbled and as he walked away, you buried your head in your blanket, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Tom always had helped you feel better when depressed, but he couldn't tell you were because of how dark it was. Over the months that he was on set for the newest Thor film, you had locked yourself in your house, lonely. You had several cuts on your arms and legs, and you definitely didn't want him to see any of them. After a while you could faintly hear Tom snoring through the floor and you were warm enough to walk around without the blanket. So you got up a silently walked to the kitchen, taking out a knife from the drawer. You turned the light on in the kitchen and sat in one of the chairs. The knife shined in the light as you slowly brought it down on your skin, making a cut along the width of your wrist. Little beads of blood formed, smoothly rolling down your arm and onto a small napkin. You heard the door down the hall close, and footsteps approaching the living room; Tom was looking for you. Without hesitation, you threw the knife into a drawer and pulled down your sleeves right as Tom appeared in the doorway,

"(Y/n)?" His voice sent shivers down your spine, if he found out about the cuts, he would be hurt.

You slowly, turned toward his tall masculine figure that leaned on the door frame. His baby blue eyes lingered on the napkin on the table that you forgot to toss out,

"What is that?" He knew what it was, he was just unsure of why there was a bloody napkin, "are you hurt?"

Your heart rate increase, "No, Tom, I'm fine... j-just a b-bloody nose... that's a-all..." You silently cursed your voice for being so weak at that time, for it wasn't very convincing.

Tom's eyes moved to your sleeve and then your eyes, his eyebrows curved with concern, "I'm guessing you just got the blood from your nose on your sleeve, correct?"

My eyes shot down to my sleeve, the blood from the cut had soaked through the fabric, making a cut-like pattern of the cloth. Quickly you hid your arm behind your back giving Tom a fake smile,

"Yes, I need to go change my shirt...Will you excuse me..?" You said with a little more confidence in your voice, but Tom still wasn't sure.

"(Y/n)..." His voice was gentle as he approached you, reaching an arm out, "let me see your arm..."

"Tom.. I have to go change, I will be right ba-"

"No" Tom stared you down, "I am your best friend... you said you would tell me everything... Now tell me....please"

His voice cracked and his hand reached for your arm.

"Tom, I can't... I'm so-"

"(Y/n)... tell me..."

You finally were backed all the way up against the counter, no escape. His hand firmly grabbed your arm, making you whimper slightly, and his other hand pushed up your sleeve to reveal the cut.

"(Y/n)....why..?" Tom's voice was hoarse as he looked up at you, his eyes brimming with tears, "I thought we swore to tell each other everything, because we're best friends..."

When you saw the tears starting to slip down Tom's cheeks, you finally began to sob as well. Your legs started to shake, then giving out, before he caught you and gently pulled you into his arms, sitting on the floor.

"You're the reason I came back to London, (Y/n)," His voice shook as he spoke, "not only are you my best friend... but... but... but you're the love of my life... I love you!..."

You soon found the lips you had always wanted to taste upon yours. Tom passionately kissing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his curly hair.