How Should I Feel? Chapter 8

Adam's P.O.V

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Lying there with Tommy was more than I could've ever asked for at that time. Holding on to him was comforting, and nice. Knowing someone cared, even in a state like this, was more than I thought I could've felt. Being hurt like the way I was, just being held was amazing. It took the pain away. I just wanted to lay with him forever.

I curled myself into his arms further. I wanted him to hold me. His arms wrapped tighter around me, and more sobs came. I didn't think they were from the pain. I think it was just from knowing someone cared.

"I'm s-sorry Tommy..." I mumbled through sobs.

"Adam, why are you sorry right now?" He whispered gently. It sounded like he was crying too.

"I don't kn-know. But, s-sorry..." I whispered. I buried hy head into his chest, and my body convulsed with sobs.

"Just breathe, Adam. You don't have to talk." He kissed my head softly, and I smiled. I didn't think I'd be able to smile. Not right now. But that kiss made it fine to smile. He layed his head on mine, and I could hear his heartbeat. I think it was beating faster than mine was.

I knew he was in love with me. Which is why I hadn't gotten up. If I thought he just liked me as a friend, I never would've let him hold me like this. My wrist throbbed suddenly, and I whined in pain. I sat up as fast as I could, which was, let's be serious, not that fast. Once I saw, I was happy for the reason it hurt.

Tommy held my hand in his, and I smiled.

"Adam... I have a confession to make..." He whispered, tears rolled down his cheeks, and fell onto out hands.

"What is i-it?" I whispered into his chest, but he understood.

"Uhmm..." More tears fell "I-I love you, Adam..." He cried harder now.

"I know..." I looked up at him, he was crying more than I was aat this point. "It's okay. I--" My voice trailed off. I didn't want to say something I didn't know was true or not.

I sat up and kissed him. He smiled profusely, and his face flushed.

I had to say it now. Because now I knew that it was true.

"I--I love you too, Tommy." I whispered, my head on his chest. He hugged me tighter, and at that moment, it was like everything healed. I felt so happy at that time, because I really did love him. Memory's of Drake slipped my mind when I was in his arms.

"I do..." I said again. Tommy stroked my cheek. My tears fell onto his fingertips. I kissed his hand, and we just stared at eachother. His beautiful brown eyes, penetrating mine. I finally found something that actually felt right.