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peeterparkr · 5 years ago

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||13

chapter 13: something new.

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with y/n having second doubts.

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, mentions of cheating, lizzie, miguel. alcohol, friends, spanish

word count: 4.9k

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Hi! I’m back! I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been going through a rough time. I’m better now, and I hope you like this. I cried writing this. Like, ugly cried.

Tom walked into the hotel and everything in the lobby was moving. The place was open, causing the curtains to fly around, not a single thing without motion, making everything seem right out of Tom’s dreams. It was a perfect combination of luxury, paradise and humidity. People running around, people murmuring and rushing. Noise everywhere. Everyone was rushing. He didn’t know why but it seemed like there was a certain type of adrenaline moving forward. The lobby, though, had dim lights and was instead illuminated by the bright and warm sun coming from the outside, it smelled like an ocean breeze. It made him calm. Except, he wasn’t. He was searching through the colourful room for her, but the curtains seemed to be flying way too up. The white curtains cascaded through his vision as if they were long and foamy waves.

He was getting a headache. He knew this hotel only had a few rooms. All luxury. Each of them was a small apartment-like room. He was checking in. Harrison was amazed by the place. They had been part of the lucky people who had been reserved a room. The others would be in another hotel, not so far. His brothers and Tuwaine were at that other hotel.

Tom still didn’t want to be there, he shouldn’t have come. He hadn’t loved Christmas, because all he was thinking about was y/n and how he couldn’t let her marry Miguel. He still had 4 days. 4 days until he could stop her.

Could anyone blame him? He would tell himself. He was better off alone.

The next day, he knew, there’d be an engagement party. Did he have to give a speech? He didn’t want to.

He needed to see y/n. A proper goodbye, in a way. But, he couldn’t say goodbye just yet. His hands were sweating, but he could easily blame it on the weather. It felt like summer in London.

Tom had a plan. Ish. One he had, reluctantly, made with Lizzie. Only on a few details, though. Who would’ve thought? Him pairing up with her. Lizzie was actually checking in, too.

“Remember, you have to be supportive,” she had reminded him. Tom rolled his eyes.

“I need to find her, first,” Tom mumbled to Haz. Tom and Haz had waited for their check-in, and they’d changed clothes to go out for dinner.

Tom knew they didn’t believe in him anymore. Haz a bit, maybe. But they were all getting ready for a wedding. They were acting as if the wedding was really going to happen.

And they had told him, ‘Tom, she’s just another girl’. ‘Maybe she wasn’t the one’.

And they were probably right. Tom knew it. It was probably too late, and as Tom had walked into the hotel, he knew it. She was getting married. Maybe she was just a lesson for him. Karma playing back at him. For every heart he’d broken.

Haz approached him. “This place is insane.” It was. Mystic, perfect.

The Riviera Maya did have its charm, Tom had to agree. And even if this place had been the stupid place where Miguel and y/n had fallen in love. Who wouldn’t have? Tom was jealous.

And he was overwhelmed, as his eyes were darting around the lobby, between the big crowd, and the flying curtains that were blinding him.

But suddenly, as if it was orchestrated, he saw her, walking through the loud crowd, with that bright smile she has, and he noticed people were leaning over to listen to her. People tend to do that.

Tom felt his heart-stopping. Time stopped. The room stopped. No motion, just her giving her fake smiles with Miguel’s arm around her shoulders. And she kept walking through the crowd, while everything was slow, her movements were like a ballerina. The white curtains were surrounding her, silking her, white was surrounding her as if a white veil was forming around her. Stupid irony. He kept watching her and was slowly making his own way through the crowd, approaching her. Her face was slightly red, and she was giggling. She was clumsy, and she was licking her lips and pushing her hair back, over and over. She was nervous.

And when she finally laid her eyes on him, suddenly, she disappeared. Tom blinked as there was a sudden unanimous gasp.

“La novia se desmayó!” Someone yelled (The bride fainted). Tom blinked as he rushed through the gathering crowd forming around her.

“Y/N? Y/N?” He pushed through, and when he arrived he saw her, on the ground, with Miguel by her side, checking on her.

“I’m sorry—I’m okay, I’m okay, estoy bien!” she quickly cleared up, “I slipped!” She giggled but then turned serious as she saw Tom. “Oh—shit.” She ran out of breath.

Tom licked his lips as he offered her a hand. Both him and Miguel helped her stand up.

“Tom,” She gulped And then quickly turned around, bumping into Miguel. “Miguel.”

“Y/N?” Tom cleared his throat as Miguel smiled. “Ah, hey man.”

Miguel chuckled as he watched y/n. “Good to see you, Tom. Glad we finally have the maid of Honor with us”

“Tom.” That's all she could say.

Tom felt his face turning red. “ y/n.” They stared deep into each other’s eyes, as if they were trying to speak to the other but no words were coming out. You could see y/n’s mouth slightly twitching as her eyes were glazed and cutting deeply into Tom’s.

Harrison came to the rescue. “Y/N!” He said. Y/N, however, didn’t hug them either. Didn’t even turn to them.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked, not leaving her sight.

“Yeah—yeah, I just—“

“She’s been drinking,” Miguel chuckled, pulling y/n to him. “She’s nervous, aren’t you, amor? She can’t handle her tequila.”

“Hi.” That was the only word she managed to say.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“Y/N, amor?” Miguel pushes.

Y/N blinked out of her trance, as she hugged Miguel. “Yeah.”

Tom clenched his jaw but then gave them a bright smile.

“How was your flight?” Asked y/n. “How’s London? How are you? How—“

“Good,” Tom said.

They were approached by an older couple.

“Hola, hola,” they said. Tom turned to them. They looked neat, attractive.

“Y/N, hermosa, we need you,” said the woman. (Beautiful)

“Mamá,” said Miguel. “This is Tom, the maid of honour, and well—Tom these are my parents!”

“Spider-Man! Yes, hello!” They grinned at him and introduced themselves. Tom turned on his comic con mode, all smiles.

They needed Miguel. Some others needed y/n. Miguel kisses y/n and then strutted with whoever needed him.

“Right. I’m gonna head to my room and we will catch up later, right?” Tom nodded and walked past them.

Y/N blinked. “Actually, I—I need to talk to you,” she followed Tom, and then turned to Miguel. “Maid of Honour duties. I—uh.” And everyone was staring at her. Lizzie was now running to her, along with the other two bridesmaids.

Tom watched them attack Y/N with hugs and screams. Y/N didn’t respond as eager and just clumsily hugged them back. How different this would’ve been if nothing had happened between them. Or how different would it have been had she married him instead.

Y/N would have a bright smile, and screamed and hugged her friends. They probably would’ve danced. Happy.

Not confused. Not stressed.

Maybe he had ruined y/n’s wedding, and he regretted it. Because it had been so selfish of him not to stop himself and let her go.

And maybe Tom wasn’t really paying attention but suddenly a big crow had taken y/n away from him.

“We need you! The stylist will check your hair today! And—we still need to check on—“The woman, a tall black-haired woman, yelled at y/n, followed by tons of instructions.

As Tom saw y/n was being dragged away from him. He felt a notch upon his chest.

“Room—room 1, please meet me there,” she yelled at him.

Tom looked down. Haz patted him on the back and each headed to their own room.

Later, after staring at his reflection in the mirror for a few minutes and telling himself he needed to control himself, and after having only one drink in the bar, Tom found himself knocking at y/n’s room. He heard noise coming from the inside.

Hannah opened the door, and Tom saw shoes flying, a veil cascading, and women yelling all around the room, music playing as they ran across. He saw y/n’s mother sitting down peacefully on a couch, sipping on a glass of what Tom assumed was champagne.

The look she gave him was rather sad, as if the woman could tell what Tom was going through.

“Tom!” She eagerly grinned and stood up. “Finally, you’re here! You’ll be able to calm her down.” She hugged him.

“Anna, so great to see you,” he smiled.

She placed her hands over his shoulders. “Are you alright, dear?”

No. He bloody wasn’t.

“Yeah, yeah,” he cleared his throat, “a little jet lag, that’s all.”

She sighed and then rushed over for two glasses, different than hers. She poured them both with tequila.

“Trust me, you’ll need it,” she said, as she then led the way over to more madness. Y/N was sitting down while people were approaching her with folders, and people combing her hair, or asking her for her opinion on things.

“Bloody hell, I don’t know,” she yelled frantically at her phone. “I—I look like a moose,” she said as she saw herself in the mirror. “Oh god, and—tell them, I—well, lemon and chocolate is fine, I love both, I just—yes? The flowers?”

She stood up and walked to her bed. “I can’t get married—I can’t—oh gosh, what even is going on?”

Tom watched her as he sipped from the glass, eyeing y/n’s mother who just shrugged.

“Y/N, dear,” Anna said.

“I can’t get married mum—Oh fuck,” she cursed as soon as she saw Tom. She then looked at his glass and snapped it from him. “Thanks, you know what? Every time you appear in a room please bring a shot or any kind of alcohol with you, will you, darling?”

Tom didn’t say anything. As Y/N sat back in front of her mirror.

Lizzie approached Tom and dragged him to the side.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered.

“Y/N asked me to be here,” Tom explained.

“I—I everything is going wrong,” y/n pouted loudly. Tom and Lizzie turned to her. “I shouldn’t get married!”

“Be supportive,” Lizzie ordered Tom as she rushed back to y/n.

“Girl, girl, you need to calm down, it’s okay—it’s okay,” Lizzie said. “You’re nervous, that’s it.”

“Nervous?” Y/n sipped the entire glass that once belonged to Tom and turned back. “I’m bloody having a panic attack! I—honestly, everything is going wrong!” Y/N looked at the room. “You—Everyone please, quiet!” The room finally went peaceful, everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing to look at the bride. “I—who honestly thinks I should get married? I shouldn’t get married, right?” She looked across the room. “You don’t answer that,” she threatened Tom and Tom just rolled his eyes with a smirk.

“Y/N—“Tom started.

Y/N shook her head. “No, no. Please, don’t.” She sighed and then ran out of the room.

Everyone stayed quiet. This was normal. The bride had second thoughts, Tom guessed, but he knew that those second thoughts weren’t being rational. Or were they?

Anna shook her head as Lizzie was going to run after her, stopping her and pushing her back. “No, you, Tom, go.”

Tom raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think—“ Lizzie started.

“Go,” Anna said.

Tom sighed as he followed after y/n. He saw her, not far from there, sitting by a tree on a nice bench, her elbows on her knees and her head on her hands, with her hairdo messed up and her mascara running on her face. She was sobbing.

Tom watched her and approached her with his hands in his pockets.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Y/N whispered. “But you don’t know anything about all this.”

Tom sat right beside her. “You don’t know what I’m going to say.”

“You’re not going to tell me not to get married?” She sat back.

Tom shrugged. “Seems like you don’t know me at all,” he stated as he looked at her. “You think you know how I feel about this wedding.”

Y/N sighed and looked away. “Yeah.”

“You probably do,” he shrugged, “not all of it.”

Y/N looked at him.

“I want you to be happy, y/n, I’m your best friend first, and whatever I feel doesn’t matter when it comes to your happiness.”

Y/N stared at him with glazed eyes. “Tom.”

“I was being stupid, I was paranoid about losing you forever,” he started. “And I’m afraid that if I keep this attitude, I will.”

Y/N didn’t answer anything.

“What’s bothering you?” Tom asked.

“I—“y/n sighed. “The flowers were changed, they—I don’t know. Something about the cake, too. My hair, look at it, I look—gosh, everything has been turning out—not the way I planned it.”

Tom modded. “Are those things important?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You know what Tom—I don’t even—I—“

“I mean it, does it matter?” Tom pushed. “Honestly, blue flowers or pink, I bet you won’t remember that. I know you, at the end of the day all you’ll remember is Miguel’s face as you walk down the aisle.”

Y/N licked her lips as a tear fell down on her face. She stared at him, his eyes, his lips. And Tom didn’t know what to do. Part of him wanted to beg her not to continue with this, but a bigger and more mature part knew this was for the best.

If he loved her, he’d let her be happy.

She reached for his hand and Tom felt his heart skip a beat.

“Let’s forget everything, alright?” She sighed. “I—I am—I’m not sure.”

“So we are going to talk about it,” Tom gulped. “Alright.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes. “No, I—I don’t know.”

Tom glanced at her. “Let’s not, not now at least.” And he watched her, she felt guilty. The way her body had turned smaller and the way she was staring at his hand as she fidgeted.

Tom wanted to think this was all a nightmare, and that sooner or later he’d wake up to kiss her. But he knew damn well this was the reality he had to face.

And y/n knew this. She knew that Tom was hurt. He couldn’t hide it. He seemed sleepy and paler. Even scrawny. But she wouldn’t talk about it, because she was hurt, too.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?” She sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who started it.”

“Being too late.”

She stayed quiet. “It…” she squeezed her eyes shut. “We are friends. Nothing more, we just—got carried away.”

Tom looked at her. “You can’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Feelings were always involved,” Tom shrugged.

“They’ve always been one-sided, then.”

Tom looked away. “Doesn’t matter now.”

She ran a hand through her hair and then stood up. “Am I—I need you as a friend right now, to push aside everything,” she asked him. “Am I—Am I doing something wrong? Is this—?”

“It’s crazy,” Tom admitted.

Y/N nodded as she sighed. “How crazy?”

“Very.”

Y/N then strolled around the bench, Tom was sure she was trying not to bite her nails because she had a recent manicure.

“But,” Tom said. “Do you love him?”

Y/N paused her walking and then nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then it levels out all the craziness,” Tom shrugged. “Look, y/n, all is fair in love and war.”

All she did was turn to hug him, nuzzling into his chest.

“I’m going to marry him,” she whispered.

And it hurt to listen to those words so much because the last time he had seen her, he couldn’t keep a straight face as he clumsily kissed her with the biggest smile Tom had ever held.

“I know.”

The next day he barely saw her, Tom had barely slept. He blamed it on the jet lag, but it would be a huge lie if he didn't admit to himself that more than once he had walked to the door decisively to see her, he never did. He had remained quiet on breakfast, as he watched y/n arrive holding hands with Miguel. He was sick of it.

But he had gone out with Haz, Tuwaine and his brothers. Getting his mind off of it. He even tried to flirt with some other guests, but he couldn’t quite do it. He had never been a bad flirt until that day.

Tom had reluctantly avoided y/n. Even though he was supposed to be with her for his maid of honour duties, he decided he simply didn’t want to bear with all that.

Y/N herself wasn’t doing fine. She would keep sneaking off from her duties as a bride and escaping from Miguel’s relatives.

She didn’t want to answer any questions. She didn’t have to, she didn’t want to. Because she felt guilty and she knew that she was looking out for the simplest excuse to call off the wedding. Her constant headache reminding her that she was about to make the biggest mistake of her life.

And it shouldn’t be. But why did he have to come up like that?

She probably was a fool. A big one. Could she ever leave Tom? It had been a mistake kissing him because once their lips had moulded, life hadn’t been the same for y/n. Every time she kissed Miguel she was only reminded his lips were not half as good as Tom’s. But she was so scared of everything that could turn out wrong. Because if she left Miguel, she knew she’d regret it her whole life.

Yet, she was probably looking out for a boring married life. But she thought about it, if she gave up and ran to Tom’s arms, it’d probably involve a few months and then he’d get tired of her, and then he’d leave and find himself in someone else’s arms.

Besides, having Tom as a friend involved having him forever. Because there were no promises, nothing. It was just a kiss. As if that had been enough.

And she remembered the passion of each kiss that night. How boring her life would be, living in daydreams with Tom while Miguel goes to work. Pretending it was Tom touching her every time Miguel caressed her body.

She thought about the kiss, and the way his hands had traced her body. Pretending she was okay while Miguel’s cousin, Mariana was rambling on non-sense. They were all once again in Y/N’s room.

“So, what’s the deal with Tom?” Mariana asked.

Lizzie turned to see y/n, who was zoned out only to be woken by the name.

“What?” Y/N frowned. “What about Tom?” She cleared her throat, frowning.

“Well,” Mariana blushed. “Is he single?”

Y/N looked away and into the mirror as she applied red lipstick. “I… well, it’s complicated.”

Mariana raised her eyebrows.

“He’s single,” Hannah said, watching y/n. “But… he’s…”

Jess giggled. “If you want a one-night stand then he’s alright.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Wouldn’t recommend that, besides, he’s changed.”

Y/N dropped the lipstick as she turned to watch Lizzie. “He hasn’t.”

Mariana laughed. “I mean, it’s not like I’d see him again, and I mean, dios mío, he’s attractive, you know? And he’s a celebrity.”

Y/N frowned and picked up the now smudged lipstick. “Go on and sleep with him.”

Lizzie sighed watching y/n.

Mariana smirked. “Think he would sleep with me?”

“You can open your legs, right?” Y/N sassed. “He will just fine.”

Mariana smirked. “I shall wear something slutty tonight then.”

Lizzie placed her hands over y/n’s shoulders and turned her to show her her reflection. “Want me to do your makeup for tonight? It’s your engagement party!”

Y/N shrugged. “Whatever.”

Tom was the actor, sure, but y/n was doing an oscar worthy performance as she walked into the restaurant, big smile on her face, lovely eyes directed at Miguel. Her pink dress gave a perfect sense of innocence and passion.

She had laughed and ignored Tom’s staring. Especially because Mariana had sat on the same table as he had. Y/N was burning with jealousy. But she didn’t have any right to. Could she?

Miguel, however, had been kind enough to distract y/n. And she stared into Miguel’s eyes and she remembered it, the love at first sight, the way he made her laugh, the way he’d never make her cry. Because he was not going to hurt her. He was pure, and the way he stared at her made her swoon. And suddenly she had forgotten about Tom.

She was genuinely not staring at him because all she could look at was Miguel, who was the perfect man. The way he pushed back her loose hair, or the way he would squeeze her hand every now and then, or the way he would fix her dress without y/n having to ask him to. The way he stared at her, as if she was the only girl in the room. And the way he would always lean over whenever she was about to speak.

Miguel was perfect and Miguel was for her.

And people would point it out, how love, at first sight, is rare but deep. And y/n would think about it.

“Bueno, muchas gracias por venir, thank you all for coming, um, y/n, mi amor, my love, you love reading poetry yet you don’t realize you’re a poem yourself,” Miguel grinned, as y/n blushed. Tom rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m spending the rest of my life with you, in just a few days we will start our journey and I can’t wait for it, I can’t wait for the rest of my life to start,” Miguel said. “But tonight, I thank you all and I brought you a little surprise...I… Well, hope I’m not as rusty as I think.”

And right on cue, a mariachi walked in, playing loudly and harmonizing, beautifully. Miguel dedicated a smile to y/n, taking her hand as he started to sing.

“ Si nos dejan, nos vamos a querer toda la vida, si nos dejan, nos vamos a vivir a un mundo nuevo…. Yo creo podemos ver, el nuevo amanecer de un nuevo día…” He sang to her. His voice was just incredibly soothing and perfect. Y/N could only smile and try not to tear up. She had done something so bad to this perfect man. What a big fool she was by not understanding how lucky she was.

She kissed him deeply after he finished singing. And it had been the perfect way to charm her again, because she forgot about all the stupid things that had gone wrong. The dinner continued, some gave speeches to them, like her mum and Miguel’s dad.

Y/N couldn’t have been ready even if they had warned her, but before she knew it Tom had stood up and taken the microphone.

“Hey everyone, I’m Tom. Maid of honour over here.” He said, digging his hands into his pockets. Y/N squeezed Miguel’s hand who gave her a reassuring smile. “Or more like a sidekick as I like to call myself,” he chuckled, some laughed. “I’m…” He chuckled again, he was nervous. “I’m sorry if I can’t speak any Spanish, I wish I could but—hey, I’m dumb, aren’t I, y/n?” He stared at her and took a deep breath. “I didn’t exactly prepare a speech but I saw everyone doing this and as y/n’s best friend I think I should— Yeah, yeah,” Tom smiled. Everyone was awed with him. “I met y/n…5 years ago. You know?” He started. “I was—I said it, I’ve never been brilliant. I often tend to think I’m one of the dumbest people I know,” he said, causing everyone to laugh. “Yet—I know, with every stupid decision I’ve made… being y/n’s friend was the smartest and the only smart one,” he smiled sadly. “I look back at the day we met. She was this nerdy girl, everyone was out there partying,” Tom laughed. “But not her, she was reading—as she usually is, I caught her reading today. Yeah, always make sure she has a book in her hand, Miguel,” he pointed at Miguel as Miguel laughed nodding knowingly.

“You’ll get the hang of it, you’ll see,” Tom continued. “You will begin your journey in a few days,” Tom took a deep breath. “You’ll find her at 2 am begging her to go to sleep but she’ll beg for two more chapters and end up reading the whole book,” Tom smiled, watching y/n. “You’ll know more about celebrity gossip that you’ll know about your family,” Tom joked. “Or you’ll find yourself answering all her questions feeling like you’re being interviewed for your life’s sake.

“In a few days, Miguel, you’ll realize that sometimes you’ll have a neck ache, she tends to make everyone lean over to listen to her, she whispers a lot,” Tom grinned, looking down. “You will find yourself sick of that perfume she wears, but you’ll miss it as soon as she leaves the room. You will know every line to Friends, really, you’ll know how to quote the whole,” He paused and then pitched his voice ‘CHANDLER AND MONICA CHANDLER AND MONICA! oh my goD! CHANDLER AND MONICA! OH MY GOD! OH MY EYES!!! MY EYES!!” He yelled, making the whole restaurant laugh. “I swear, I know the whole thing!” He grinned and then stared back at y/n. “You’ll see, man, every line,” he gulped. “You will find yourself out of red m&m’s. You will constantly have to take her out, she loves dancing,” Tom continued, and y/n felt her eyes starting to water. “Always have sunflowers around the house,” Tom nodded “and please always remind her to water her plants,” he chuckled. “Also, while you’re at that, remind her to hydrate herself, too.” Tom smiled, as he turned uncomfortably quiet. He was staring at y/n only, who was now running out of breath. She was shaking, and she swear she could possibly feel her heart-shattering. She looked at the room, and her eyes fixated on his friends, who sadly watched Tom, as if they were watching someone talk about a passed relative. They pitied him.

“You see, Miguel. You got lucky.” Tom had to take a pause. “You’ll never be bored,” he smiled, to himself. “You’ll get to be the man who knows that she either likes her tea with lemon and honey or milk,” he scoffed. “You’ll realize how everything in the room stops when she walks in, as if she had planned her entrances,” Tom sighed. “As if she had planned that ray of sunshine to hit her just on the right spot. Or as if she had asked someone to play music as soon as she walked into the room,” Tom licked his lips. “You’ll realize that either time does stop or it goes too fast whenever you’re with her…”

Y/N guessed it on that moment, if people didn’t know it before, they’d know it now. How y/n and Tom were supposed to end up together yet they hadn’t. Y/N let Miguel’s hand go as she had to take a deep breath, watching Tom. She couldn’t stop the quiet tears now.

“They say love is easy when the right person comes,” Tom took a deep breath. “You were right, y/n, your Prince Charming didn’t come on a white horse, he was riding a motorbike,” he cackled softly. “And I bet you’ll see yourself always struggling to be right, Miguel. Trust me, even when she is not right, she will never be wrong... That’s how it goes. But… she’s never wrong. And she was certainly right when she chose you,” Tom admitted, looking down. “Always try to be the right answer, Miguel. Even when there are no questions asked,” he advised. And he stopped watching them, Tom only looked down at the floor. “Don’t be dumb. Don’t let her go, never disappoint her. Never doubt she’s the one. Only an idiot would let her go,” Tom grimaced. “And today, I ask you, please love her with everything you can, bring her the stars, get her to the moon, because that’s all she deserves and more. So, here goes, to Miguel and y/n, who will become the right answer in just a few days.” He said as he raised his glass.

Most of the room had gone quiet but raised their glass.

“Cheers,” Tom said defeatedly.

And y/n, for the first time, felt Tom was someone new.

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Day 07: Travels / Camping

Word Count: 3404

Pairing: Koushiro Izumi & Mimi Tachikawa

Time Period: Post Digimon Tri

Parte 2

— ¡YAMATO! — gritó Sora, mientras abría las cortinas de la habitación que compartía con su esposo. — ¡Yamato, despierta! — continuó, mientras con sus manos movía a su esposo por la espalda, tratando de despertarlo. — ¿Qué sucede…? Es muy temprano… — murmuró Yamato a través de la almohada, con un ojo cerrado y el otro abierto. —Se me hace tarde para ver a Mimi-chan, quedé de verme con ella en el centro comercial. Deberías llamar a Koushiro-kun. — le dijo Sora, mientras metía su celular a su bolsa.

—Mi cabeza… — gimió Yamato, poniéndose la almohada en la cara. Sora soltó una risa burlona y se despidió de su esposo, dándole un beso en la frente.

[Teléfono sonando]

“—Moshi moshi —Ohayō —Yamato-san, ¿Cómo amaneciste? —Mi cabeza me está matando, ¿tú que tal? —Igual, llevaba años sin despertar con tantas ganas de estar muerto. —Sí que la pasamos bien ayer, ¿no? —Y que lo digas. ¿Haremos algo hoy? Mimi acaba de salir, quedó de verse con Sora, me parece que irán de compras. — ¿No estaba molesta contigo o algo? —No, de hecho es extraño… Amaneció de muy buen humor, estaba muy cariñosa. —Sora igual despertó de buen humor, en fin, déjame darme una ducha y almorzar algo. —Si quieres paso por ti, si vamos a volver a beber es mejor no conducir, pediré un taxi. —Perfecto, realmente no tengo ganas de conducir. —Vale, te veo en un rato. —De acuerdo”.

— ¿Así que anoche la llevaste a la rueda de la fortuna? — preguntó Yamato, mientras bebía de su cerveza.

—Sí, pensé que sería buena idea. Estaba algo ebrio pero creo que salió bien. — respondió Koushiro, dándole un trago a su cerveza también.

—Tienes que pedírselo pronto, se ve que está impaciente de que lo hagas. — exclamó Yamato, mirando seriamente a Koushiro.

— ¿En verdad crees eso? — dudó Koushiro.

—Sí, anoche venía platicando eso con Sora. “¿Cuándo crees que él vaya a pedírselo?”; me preguntó ella. — respondió Yamato.

—No puedo tomarlo a la ligera. Es una decisión muy seria. — exclamó Koushiro, mientras miraba fijamente el vaso con cerveza.

— ¿La amas? — preguntó Yamato, mirando fijamente a Koushiro.

—Más que a nada en mi vida. — respondió Koushiro, sonriendo.

— ¿En verdad piensas eso, Sora-san? — preguntó Mimi, ruborizada un poco.

—Estoy segura que en este momento le está pidiendo consejo a Yamato. — respondió Sora, riendo un poco.

—No lo sé… no quiero hacerme muchas expectativas. — dijo Mimi, mientras le daba una probada a su cono de helado.

Mimi y Sora caminaban por los pasillos del centro comercial, con un cono de helado en una mano, y varias bolsas de ropa en la otra.

—Ésta camisa le va a encantar, queda perfecta con la corbata que le regalé en su cumpleaños. — exclamó alegre Mimi, mientras miraba con gran felicidad la prenda de vestir, pensando en su novio.

Sora la miró con ternura y se rio un poco para sí misma.

— ¿Qué pasa, Sora-san? — preguntó Mimi, con los ojos abiertos.

—Nada, solo me parece gracioso, Mimi-chan. Jamás creí que llegaría el día en que te vería tan feliz y enamorada. — respondió Sora, mirando con alegría a su amiga.

Mimi se puso roja como un tomate y le entregó la camisa al vendedor de la tienda, mientras sacaba la tarjeta de crédito.

Al salir de la tienda, había una pequeña banca sobre el pasillo, ambas se sentaron a descansar un poco.

— ¿Qué harás cuando te lo pida? ¿Le vas a decir que sí? — lanzó Sora el dardo envenado.

Mimi bajó la mirada, viendo hacía el suelo.

—No lo dudaría ni un segundo. — respondió Mimi, sonriendo.

Sora miraba con gran sorpresa a su amiga, seguía atónita.

—Desde el primer momento en que me pidió que fuera su novia, yo ya sabía que quería estar con él el resto de mi vida. — explicó Mimi.

Sora seguía con los ojos abiertos, sin parpadear, no podía esbozar ni una sola palabra de lo sorprendida que estaba.

—Siempre que estoy con él me siento muy segura, protegida, siempre me da la tranquilidad de que todo va a estar bien, aun cuando la situación tiene mala pinta, siempre encuentra la forma de solucionarlo. Ya no podría imaginar mi vida sin él. — confesó Mimi a su amiga.

— ¿Y él lo sabe? — lanzó Sora otro dardo.

Mimi se sorprendió, y soltó una pequeña carcajada.

—Bueno… como tal nunca se lo he dicho, pero… creo que él lo sabe, Sora-san. Siempre nos hemos entendido sin decir muchas palabras. Una sola mirada basta. — respondió Mimi, sonriendo.

—Otra ronda, por favor. — solicitó Yamato al bar tender.

Yamato y Koushiro estaban sentados, sobre la barra, bebiendo cerveza de barril, alejados del ruido de una banda de rock que tocaba en un pequeño escenario frente a las mesas del restaurante.

—Yamato-san, ¿cómo se lo pediste tú? — preguntó Koushiro, con las mejillas chapeadas, producto de varias rondas de cerveza patrocinadas por Yamato.

—Ya te dije, tienes que investigar. Esa es la clave. — respondía Yamato, dejando vacío su vaso de cerveza.

El bar tender les entregó 2 vasos llenos de cerveza, con un par de centímetros de espuma en la copa.

Koushiro y Yamato chocaron los vasos.

— ¡Salud! — dijeron ambos.

—Verás, Sora siempre había querido ir a esquiar en la nieve, así que un día la sorprendí con un viaje a las montañas, renté una cabaña pequeña al pie de la montaña, y ahí le preparé una cena romántica. Al terminar de cenar, le di el anillo a lado de la chimenea. — explicó Yamato, visiblemente sonrojado.

Koushiro se llevó la mano sobre la boca, pensativo.

—Ya veo. — decía Koushiro mientras su cerebro procesaba la información.

—Yo te recomendaría investigar algún lugar al que ella siempre haya querido ir. Debe haber algún lugar en su lista que esté pendiente. — decía Yamato, quien ya había vaciado de nuevo el vaso de cerveza.

Yamato le hizo una señal al bartender. —Otra ronda. — dijo, cada vez más chapeado.

Koushiro seguía inmóvil, pensativo.

Viajes, ¿eh?, era algo muy difícil de pensar, ya que Mimi toda su vida había viajado.

De pequeña, cada vacación de verano o de invierno, viajaba a algún país extranjero junto con su familia.

Ella había vivido en Estados Unidos muchos años, incluso con Koushiro en Nueva York, por lo que entre sus viajes familiares y sus escapadas con Koushiro, ya conocían la mayoría de los lugares turísticos de dicho país.

Además, a Mimi le gustaba viajar mucho, era una de sus actividades favoritas, realmente le apasionaba conocer lugares nuevos.

Era difícil para Koushiro recordar algún lugar que Mimi quisiera visitar desde hace mucho tiempo, y no lo hubiera visitado ya.

Fue entonces cuando lo vio.

A lado de ellos, en la mesa de atrás, el mesero llevaba 3 botellas de “Corona”.

“—La cerveza mexicana es muy rica, es de lo mejor, pero en México sabe más deliciosa. Cuando me lleves a la playa, tendrás que comprarme muchas botellas de “Corona”. —Recordó Koushiro, aquella vez que llevó a Mimi a cenar a un restaurante mexicano en Nueva York.

—Eso es. México. — dijo Koushiro, victorioso, chasqueando los dedos de su mano derecha.

— ¿México? — preguntó Yamato, sorprendido, mientras le daba un buen sorbo a su vaso.

—Sí. Así es. — respondió Koushiro enérgico, mientras se veía que en sus ojos estaba pensando en un elaborado plan.

— ¡¿MÉXICO?! — pegó el salto Mimi, a quién casi le daba un infarto de la sorpresa.

Al terminar su pequeña visita a Japón, cuando estaban en el aeropuerto para volar de vuelta a Nueva York, Koushiro sorprendió a Mimi entregando 2 boletos para un vuelo a México.

—Un importante cliente me llamó hace un par de días, quiere que vaya a cerrar un negocio con su empresa en México. Sé que es algo repentino, pero me gustaría que me acompañaras, tiene mucho que no visitas dicho país, ¿cierto? — explicó Koushiro.

—Sí… desde que fui a la playa con mi familia cuando niña… tenía años deseando regresar así que, aunque sea un viaje de negocios, con gusto acompañaré a mi novio. — decía Mimi, abrazando a Koushiro, mientras caminaban por el pasillo hacía el avión.

Después de un vuelo de 14 horas, llegaron a la Ciudad de México, y ya en el aeropuerto, Koushiro recibió una llamada y caminó a lo lejos, dejando a Mimi en la sala de espera.

Mimi lo miraba aburrida, venía muy cansada del vuelo.

—Malas noticias. — se acercó Koushiro frente a Mimi.

— ¿Qué pasa, amor? — preguntó Mimi, a quién se veía muy cansada.

—Mi cliente canceló la cita. — respondió Koushiro, casi sonriente.

Mimi no entendía y muy molesta comenzó a maldecir al cliente.

— ¡ES INCREIBLE! ¿¿ ¡VIAJAMOS 14 HORAS PARA QUE TE CANCELEN LA REUNIÓN!?? — Mimi dio el grito en pleno aeropuerto.

Koushiro la abrazó y trato de calmarla.

—Descuida, no hay problema. Él va a viajar a Japón dentro de 2 semanas. Allá cerraremos el trato. — dijo Koushiro.

Mimi suspiró y se tiró en la silla de la sala de espera.

— ¡Y pensar que vinimos hasta México por nada! — exclamó Mimi, fastidiada.

Koushiro se sentó a su lado y le lanzó una mirada pilluela.

—No tiene por qué ser en vano. — respondió Koushiro, sonriente.

Koushiro tomó la mano de Mimi y la miró a los ojos. — Las cosas están muy tranquilas en la oficina, ¿Por qué no nos tomamos unas pequeñas vacaciones? Podemos pasar la noche aquí, y mañana volar a algún lugar, ¿Hay alguna playa que quieras visitar? — preguntó Koushiro, sonriente.

Mimi se sonrojó y durante algunos segundos su expresión se quedó en blanco, para después convertirse en una sonrisa, como de niña pequeña en navidad.

— ¡Sí! ¡Sí! He escuchado que la Riviera Maya es genial, Cancún, Playa del Carmen, Tulum, Cozumel… ¡Tenemos que ir! — dijo Mimi, ansiosa, tomando a Koushiro del brazo.

—Está decidido entonces, iré a comprar los boletos. — dijo Koushiro, sonriente.

Mimi lo abrazó y lo besó con fuerza.

Koushiro sentía como su pulso se detenía mientras los brazos de su amada abrazaban su cuello.

Koushiro y Mimi pasaron la noche en un elegante hotel en la Ciudad de México, y al otro día, Koushiro llevó de compras a Mimi a un lujoso centro comercial en la zona de Polanco.

“—Vamos a ir a la playa y no vengo preparada. —“ fue la excusa de Mimi.

Koushiro pasó toda la mañana cargando bolsas; trajes de baño, pareos, toallas, shorts, blusas, sandalias, aretes, sombreros, y cualquier objeto que Mimi considerara de primera necesidad.

—Recordé que yo tampoco traigo ropa para la playa, iré a buscar algo. — dijo Koushiro, mientras dejaba encargadas las 7 bolsas de ropa que llevaba Mimi (más las que le faltaban).

— ¿Quieres que te acompañe? — preguntó Mimi, con una sonrisa nerviosa.

Mimi estaba en una encrucijada, por un lado quería acompañar a su novio a comprar ropa, ya que Koushiro no era el mejor escogiendo combinaciones.

“—Va a comprar un traje de baño naranja y bermudas verdes. —“ sufría Mimi dentro de su cabeza, pero por otro lado, al separarse de su novio por un rato le daba el tiempo suficiente para ir a comprar algo de lencería nueva, que también era de primera necesidad en éste viaje improvisado.

—No, no, no hace falta… quiero tomarme mi tiempo. — respondió Koushiro, con una sonrisa aún más nerviosa.

—De acuerdo, nada de color naranja, ni shorts ni camisas, ¿vale? — amenazó Mimi a su novio, para después despedirse de él con un beso de pico.

Koushiro caminó fuera de la tienda, buscando alguna que él considerara apropiada.

Mimi estaba preocupada, tenía miedo de qué ropa fuera a comprar su novio, ya que Koushiro tenía gustos muy estrafalarios, algo que ella había tratado de corregir con los años.

Una de las condiciones que puso Mimi cuando comenzaron a ser novios, fue que Koushiro dejara de utilizar el software que había diseñado para elegir su ropa, a cambio de eso, una vez al mes iba de compras con Mimi, y ella le ayudaba (o lo obligaba) a elegir ropa más “adecuada” (según Mimi).

Sin embargo, Mimi recordó que tenía al menos un par de horas sola, en una ciudad extranjera, en un centro comercial lujoso y con la tarjeta de crédito llena.

4 de sus cosas favoritas en la vida.

“— ¡A la carga! —“ se dijo a sí misma, lanzándose a la sección de Victoria’s Secret.

“—Esto le va a encantar—“ pensó Mimi para sí misma, escogiendo un conjunto de encaje negro, mientras una sonrisa malvada iluminaba su rostro.

Mimi pasó las siguientes tres horas escogiendo ropa hasta el cansancio, su cantidad de bolsas se incrementaron a 16 (contando las 7 que Koushiro había dejado encargadas).

Mimi encargó todo excepto un par de bolsas, y se dirigió a una tienda de helados de yogurt.

Con su helado en mano, y el teléfono en la otra, esperaba sentada en una banca a que su novio regresara.

Pasó media hora más y Koushiro no daba señales de vida, ni respondía los mensajes.

En 7 años de relación ella jamás recordaba una ocasión en la que Koushiro se hubiera tardado tanto yendo de compras.

“—Seguro se quedó en una tienda de computadoras, O PEOR. En una de cámaras fotográficas”. — pensó Mimi.

La nueva obsesión de Koushiro se había convertido en comprar cámaras fotográficas semi-profesionales. La última que había comprado le había costado miles de dólares.

Mimi, al paso de otra media hora se desesperó y le marcó a Koushiro.

“— ¿Dónde estás? — Ya estoy terminando de pagar, no tardo”.

Mimi escuchó como Koushiro decía algo en español y colgaba. Ella se tiró al respaldo de la banca, suspirando a modo de queja.

Koushiro llego al poco tiempo, y traía una bolsa negra que decía “Sony”.

— ¿Otra cámara? — Mimi lo veía con ojos de desdén.

—E-e-es que está es diferente, es waterproof, ya sabes, para la playa y eso. — respondió Koushiro, con una sonrisa nerviosa.

Un taxi llegó y lo cargaron con al menos 20 bolsas, (la mayoría de Mimi) y se dirigieron al hotel.

Llegando a la habitación, Koushiro pidió room service y ahí comieron, mientras cargaban las maletas de todo lo que habían comprado.

Un par de horas después iban rumbo al aeropuerto.

[Piloto hablando por las bocinas del avión]

“Buenas noches, damas y caballeros con destino a Cancún…”

Al escuchar las primeras palabras del capitán, Mimi cayó dormida, recostándose sobre el pecho de su novio.

Horas después llegaron al aeropuerto de Cancún, y Koushiro le dio instrucciones en español al taxista. Con lo poco que entendía del idioma, Mimi alcanzó a escuchar que Koushiro dijo “Tulum”.

— ¿Tulum? — preguntó Mimi, sorprendida.

—Ah, sí. Lo que sucede es que en Cancún no había hoteles disponibles, reservé en otro lugar. — explico Koushiro.

Mimi seguía sorprendida, Koushiro estaba actuando un poco extraño; tomaba la iniciativa, sonreía mucho. Se pellizcó el brazo y no, no estaba soñando.

Dos horas después, llegaron a Tulum, pero el taxi no se detuvo y siguió por la carretera.

—Ya pasamos la zona hotelera de Tulum. — dijo Mimi, mirando por la ventana.

—No vamos a la zona hotelera. — explicó Koushiro, mientras cerraba los ojos, tratando de dormir un poco.

Mimi no entendía que sucedía, pero estaba muy cansada de tanto vuelo y de tantas compras.

Se acurrucó en el pecho de Koushiro y él la abrazó, Mimi cayó dormida. Koushiro le hizo una seña al chófer y éste asintió.

El taxi agarró una desviación que se dirigía a la costa, y entro por una calle sin pavimentar, algo que parecía llevar hacía una jungla.

Después de casi media hora de camino, el auto se detuvo y el chófer les abrió la puerta, para después comenzar a bajar las maletas.

—Mimi, despierta. Ya llegamos. — le dijo Koushiro al oído, suavemente, mientras con su mano acariciaba su mejilla.

Mimi abrió los ojos y quedó muda. Se encontraban en medio de la selva, en una playa prácticamente desierta.

No se veían postes de luz, ni ninguna construcción cercana, solo el mar y sobre la playa, una pequeña cabaña de madera, construida a unos 2 metros sobre la arena.

—Ko… Koushiro… — Mimi intentó hablar, pero su impresión no se lo permitía.

Koushiro agradeció al taxista y le entregó el dinero correspondiente al pago, a lo que el chófer después le entregó algo de su bolsillo.

—Su llave, Sr. Izumi — dijo el taxista, entregándole un pequeño llavero con la palabra “Jacaranda” con 2 llaves.

Koushiro había rentado una pequeña cabaña tipo bungalow, situada en una playa todavía virgen para el sector hotelero.

La cabaña más cercana al bungalow de Koushiro y Mimi se encontraba a más de 100m, por lo que prácticamente tenían la playa para ellos solos.

—Vamos. — Koushiro se acercó a Mimi, dándole un beso en la mejilla, mientras cargaba ambas maletas, la suya y la de su novia.

Mimi seguía perdida en el trance.

Miraba a su novio, cargando las maletas hacia la pequeña cabaña, que detrás de ella reflejaba un mar plateado, bañado por la luz de la luna.

No había ruido, ni ninguna luz, solo eran Koushiro, Mimi y el sonido de las olas, casi nulas y silenciosas.

Tan pronto Koushiro abrió la puerta, Mimi corrió tras de él, aventó las maletas, cerró la puerta de golpe y comenzó a besar a su novio, de una manera tan apasionada que le erizaba la piel.

Ambos comenzaron a quitarse la ropa, pero para sorpresa de Mimi, cuando Koushiro estaba desnudo, comenzó a ponerse su traje de baño nuevo.

—Amor, ¿Qué estás haciendo? — preguntó Mimi confundida, mientras se detenía al quitarse el brasier.

—Leí que ésta es la mejor hora para nadar. — respondió, sonriente.

Mimi de nuevo estaba muda, no podía creer las palabras que salían de la boca de su novio.

Koushiro la miró y se acercó para besarla.

— ¿No quieres nadar tú también? Cámbiate. — le susurró Koushiro al oído.

La piel de Mimi se erizó, y beso a Koushiro de vuelta, para después ponerse un bikini nuevo.

—Quería estrenar éste la primera vez en la playa — dijo Mimi, sosteniendo la parte de arriba del bikini. —Y éste lo quería estrenar la primera noche en Cancún. — señalando un conjunto negro que saco de una bolsa de Victoria’s secret. —pero creo que no lo vamos a necesitar. — explicó Mimi, mirando a Koushiro como una leona a su presa.

Mimi entró al baño para quitarse los aretes, y escuchó que Koushiro sacaba algo de la maleta.

Koushiro tomó un par de toallas, y le abrió la puerta del bungalow a Mimi.

Caminaron poco menos de 10m hasta la orilla de la playa, el delicado oleaje comenzaba a salpicar sus piernas.

Mimi comenzó a adentrarse al mar, Koushiro retrocedió un par de metros, y sobre la arena dejó la toallas, guardando algo en su bolsillo.

Koushiro caminó hacia el mar, y se detuvo un minuto para contemplar a su novia.

Mimi caminaba hacia el mar, el agua le llegaba a la cintura, y su delicada figura se iluminaba con la luz de la luna. Ella volteó a ver a Koushiro, y sus miradas se conectaron. Ninguno de los dos podía creer lo enamorados que estaban de su pareja.

Koushiro alcanzó a Mimi, a quién el agua ya le cubría el pecho. Mimi se lanzó sobre Koushiro, colgándosele del cuello, abrazándolo.

—Esto es… mágico. Siempre haces cosas así, pero esto es algo que no puedo terminar de creer. Es perfecto. Te amo. — le dijo Mimi, mientras lo miraba a los ojos, enamorada.

Koushiro le regresó la mirada. —Mi vida es así de perfecta todos los días desde que amaneces a mi lado. — contestó Koushiro, de manera suave.

Mimi lo miró con ternura y se dispuso a besarlo, pero antes de que sus labios tocaran los de Koushiro, él la frenó con su mano.

—Espera, tengo algo para ti. Cierra los ojos. — le dijo Koushiro.

Mimi cerró los ojos, y sentía como su corazón latía de tal manera que se le iba a salir de su pecho. Sintió como Koushiro tomó su mano, y puso algo sobre su dedo.

—Ya puedes abrirlos. — le susurró al odio.

Mimi todavía no abría los ojos, y ya tenía una sonrisa de oreja a oreja. Entonces los abrió, y vio sobre su dedo un gran diamante, sobre un anillo de compromiso. El diamante brillaba con la intensidad de la luna.

Koushiro se acercó a Mimi, tomándola de la cintura. Después tomó la mano de Mimi donde tenía el anillo y se le propuso.

A lo lejos en la playa, sobre la orilla del mar, podían verse dos sombras que se abrazaban y se hacían una sola, fundiéndose en un beso.

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