It's one thing to yell,
another to cry

Type: AU / heartbreak
Word Count: 1648
Published: January 18, 2018

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You ran out the house with your jacket on, filled with frustration, anger, and stupidity. Coming into the street off the driveway, you grabbed at your hair, mentally screaming at yourself at how idiotic you could be.

"(Y/n)?!" You hear Tom's voice from the door. Quickly looking over your shoulder, you see the front door of the house spilling light from outside, a silhouette of Tom's figure under the door frame.

You ran faster, your feet stomping on the pavement to get away. You were heading to your favorite place, or at least, the place where you can get away from it.

It took you 10 minutes to run into the bar you and the other guys would hang out at on weekends. Secretly, you hoped no one would find you here.

"Hey Shawn." You'd see your usual bartender come up to the seat you were about to take.

"(Y/n)! How are you? Where's everyone else?" He asks while wiping a glass with the towel he had hanging from his shoulder.

"Just at the house." You reply with a small sniffle, still recovering from crying earlier. Shawn put down the glass and eyed you suspiciously.

"Are you crying?" He asks with a hint of concern in his voice. You shake your head. Technically you weren't crying at the moment, but even with the dim lighting, Shawn could still see a glossy cover in your eyes.

"Just hit me up with something." You then say trying to avoid Shawn's gaze. He nods, already knowing what you want since he's been your server for the times you've ordered the same drink.

You took a seat on a barstool, your head in your hand as you watched Shawn make your drink. All of a sudden, another wave of embarrassment hit you.

Putting your face in your hands, you tried to forget what happened 15 minutes ago. It's just Tom's face and the fact that you started crying made you feel like a complete dumbass.

"(Y/n).. what's wrong?" You hear Shawn's voice, once he put the glass of alcohol in front of you. You pull yourself together, just when someone from the back room was calling for Shawn.

"I gotta take care of something.." He says right after asking. You nod, already taking your drink in hand.

"It's okay. I'll just be here for an hour." Then you take your first sip.

Which then turned into gulps.

Which then turned into chugs.

• • • time skip • • •

Ever since Shawn had to go deal with his boss, another bartender was giving you drinks that you kept on demanding.

You just wanted to forget, hopefully blacking out the next morning.

Right now, the alcohol was doing it's work and making you drunk.

In the next minute, a guy takes a seat on the stool right next to you. You turn to him and look up at his youthful, attractive face.

"Hey." You start off.

Tom's POV

"Where did she go??" I slam the door shut when I saw (y/n) run off down the street.

"What do you mean, 'where did she go?'" Laura stood up abruptly.

"I mean she ran off!! And I don't know where!!" I practically yell.

"Calm down, mate. Just think for a second." Haz comes up next to me as I begin to search for my jacket.

"I don't know, the park?! The– the.."

"Bar." Z interrupts.

"The bar?" Tony questions. "You mean the one ten minutes from the house?!" Z just nods reassuringly.

"Where else would you go if you were hurting?" Z shrugs with a sad tone in her voice. I huff and turn on my heel to exit the door, grab my keys, and drive to the bar.

Your POV

You were giggling and flirting with the guy next to you.

"Do you want another drink?" He offers, already pulling out his card. You look at his hand and with a conscious mind, you shake your head.

"No I'm good."

"C'mon I'm paying!" He playfully encourages. You shake your head again.

Then you open your phone to check the time.

"I should really get going." You jumped off your stood at the bar.

In the back of your head, your choice of words were very poor since you're drunk out of your mind.

"Oh no, you can't go home alone." The guy coos as he stands up after you. You see him reach for your hand, but of course with the alcohol making your instincts so much slower, you couldn't pull away.

"No I'm fine. Let go." You say, more in a stern tone. Then the guy pulls you to his body.

"I can't do that, babygirl." You hear him in your ear. With your fuzzy vision, you look at the doors you could just run out of.

But a silhouette of someone was opening the doors.

"Let go!" You demand this time, starting to find your strength to release yourself from his grasp.

"Hey!!" Another voice calls.

In the midst of you trying to pull yourself away, the guy was beaten down to the ground. It didn't look like he would be getting up any time soon.

Uneasy on your feet, your ankle almost buckled.

Before you could fall, you fell into someone's arms.

"Hey.." The same voice whispers at you. Blinking rapidly to try to get a clear look in the dim lighting of the bar, you find familiar dark brown eyes and golden hair.

"Tom..?" You whisper as he stands you back up.

"Yeah I'm here." He answers, already letting you lean on him. Tom started his way out the bar and into his car.

Suddenly, you started to feel that embarrassment and stupidly rush back into you. You avoided eye contact with Tom as he opened the car door and let you sit in passenger.

"I could've just walked home." You huff quietly once Tom sat in the driver's seat.

"At this hour while drunk? I don't think so." He says with a mom tone, already driving out into the street.

Two minutes passed and while you were looking out the window, still kinda drunk, you had the urge to say.

"Why are you driving me home. You hate me."

You didn't see, but you assumed Tom turned his head to you since you heard a shift in his seat.

"One, we live in the same house. Two, I don't hate you." He replies calmly, with a rather uplifting tone.

You turn to him.

"I'm an idiot." Your eyes then avoided him once again; your eyes looked forward on the road. "I should have just let you live your life and not get into it. You have to hate me!"

You felt like you didn't deserve this. You didn't feel as if you needed to be "cared" for by him. You just felt guilty.

"(Y/n) I don't hate you." Tom insists as he comes into the driveway. He turns off the engine and you both sit in the car in silence.

"I'm actually so far from hating you that I don't think it would ever be an option." Tom chuckles lightly. You finally look at him after all this time, finding a crooked slit smile on his face.

"I like you.." He says so quickly, yet smoothly. You had to pause for a moment to make sure you're not hearing things because you're still drunk from the amount of drinks you had.

"I was trying to hide it by maybe getting with Carly, but it wasn't really working out. I.. like you, (y/n).." Tom quickly explains.

"No you don't." You shake your head incredulous. "I'm drunk right now... and I'm probably just hearing things." You protest, trying to get out of the car.

"(Y/n) no.." Tom says as he steps out to help you

"No I'm drunk and I'm starting to hear things! That bartender probably–" you cut yourself off when you find out that the door was unlocked. You shrugged it off. "That bartender probably put something in my drink to make me hallucinate!" You finish your statement.

Walking in, everyone was still either in the living room or kitchen, waiting for you and Tom, apparently.

"(Y/n) are you okay?" Jacob asks, seeing you stumble a little.

"I'm drunk."

"Lemme help–" Laura started walking towards you.

"NOpe, nO..I'm good.." you start to make your way up the stairs.

"I'm drunk!! Annnnnd I'm hearing things because Tom just said he liked me!! Can you believe?! Oh god I hope I forget this tomorrooowww." You laugh and giggle as you lazily make your way up the stairs.

Tom's POV

Once (y/n) made her way up the stairs, I made sure to hear her room door close before anyone started asking questions.

"You do??" Tony looks at me shocked. I nod while tossing the keys onto the kitchen counter.

"You didn't know?!" Haz turns to Tony.

"Woah woah woah how many other secrets are we hiding, cause uhm, the girls knew (y/n) liked Tom, but the boys knew Tom liked (y/n)..." Z juts in with a bottle of juice in her hand.

I just shrug, completely frozen at how this is all unraveling tonight.

"Let just talk about this tomorrow. I gotta help a drunk girl change into her pjs before she throws up her stomach." Laura says as he struts to the stairs.

Then Zendaya starts following Laura. "I'm coming. You know how (y/n) gets."

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WOW OKAY this took way too long to finish because a lot of you wanted part two.. sooo here it is!! Sorry if it's kinda crappy. I was making it in the span of 3 weeks because I've been busy lately :/
I promise better imagines in the future
ALSO THANK YOU FOR 12k READS