I tried, I really did try and just leave it as it was, but I couldn't. I'm a sucker for things ending the way I want, and because this isn't reality, I can write this and make it all okay. I get to create my own little world. So this part is from Lilly's POV based off the song The One I Love Belongs To Somebody Else by Ella Fitzgerald. It's a great song, sad, yet get.
I'm working on Tommy's POV, it's going to be a little longer, but I should have it done in a few days!
She didn't want to go, but she knew that her place was next to him, and deep down she knew it was even more true with the fact that it was Jude Harrison's party. She knew better than to compare herself with the woman in Tommy's past, because it was a colorful one, but she was his future.
They watched her announcement from where she had left them, and she could feel Tommy pull away with every word she spoke. It was hard to remember that this was her place when Tommy slipped away in the middle of the party. She had wanted to go and look for him, but she wasn't that girl. She wasn't jealous, not when she had the ring on her finger. She also wasn't the type of girl to stand around in a room of strangers and wait for him. She quickly made her excuses and left.
It was nearly 3 am by the time he made it back, and she was sitting in her living room, looking through a group of photos she had taken the week before. Like Tommy she loved her work, and she could easily bury herself in her photos.
"Did you just leave?" she asked, hearing him behind her.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you made it back. I'm going to head home." Tommy's voice sounded distance, almost like he wasn't even there.
"It's late." She said putting her things down, and turning to look at him, his tie was loosened and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. She could tell that his eyes were red and puff. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but she didn't want to push him. If he wanted to talk, he would. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?"
"No." he shook his head turning around. "I'll call you later." And with that he was gone, leaving her sitting on her living room floor.
You know the one I love belongs to somebody else
He means his tender songs for somebody else
And even when he has his arms around me
I know his thoughts are strong for somebody else
She never bought the tabloids; it was something that Tommy had asked her never to do. But now, sitting in her bedroom she looked down at the pictures laid about before her, the headlines, and the rumors.
The moment that Jude's announcement was made official, was the moment everything started to fall apart. She had never been on the other side of a camera before, but now it seemed like she was on a hit list of all of Jude's fans.
"This is ridiculous!" Lilly shouted towards the bathroom door, knowing Tommy could hear her. "I only met her twice, we hardly spoke."
"This is part of the life I have." Tommy said popping his head out of the door. "Don't think too much about it, they would say anything to sell a paper."
"But to say I'm the reason she's taking a break, quitting the music industry. It's not fair Tommy, our wedding has nothing to do with her." She wanted to cry. This was a lot scarier for her than Tommy seemed to understand. He was use to this, this was new to her.
"She's not quitting, she couldn't quit, not for anything." She could hear him but she was sure that he was talking to himself and not her. "Just stop reading those things, and don't worry about it." He shouted.
She knew he was trying to comfort her, but it wasn't working, she didn't feel any better about the cameras that followed them when they went out.
The hands I hold belong to somebody else
I bet they're not so cold to somebody else
It's tough to be alone on a shelf, worse to fall in love by yourself
When the one you love belongs to somebody else
She had been gone for almost a week, a photo shoot in New York had taken her away from planning her wedding. They wanted to have a spring wedding, something simple. She had chosen the church, and together they had come up with the guest list. There was so much that needed to be done, but she had no idea where to start. And Tommy had been too wrapped up in other things to be much help. In fact they had both been so busy that they had hardly been each other since the party.
She walked though the double doors of G Major and smiled at the woman behind the desk. She was one of the few people that always seemed more welcoming and warm towards her. She stopped when she saw the blond following Tommy out of her office, both people looking rather mad at each other.
"Leave her be!" Sadie snapped, reaching for his arm to stop him. Both of them were unaware of Lilly watching them.
"Sadie, you don't understand." Tommy ran his hand through his messy hair in frustration, rubbing his chin. "I just, I just need to see her." It was whisper of defeat.
Lilly was confused, she didn't know what they were talking about, but she knew it wasn't her. "Tommy?" she asked, drawing their attention to her.
"Hey." He quickly changed his expression, walking over to her. He gave her a hug and a kiss n the forehead, with a smile. "I didn't know you were coming back today."
"I wanted to surprise you, can you get away for lunch?" she asked, feeling the sense of safety wash over her once she felt Tommy's hands on her.
"Yeah, this is the perfect time. I was just getting ready to leave." He gave her a tight smile before looking over his shoulder at Sadie.
As the two slide into this viper Lilly without thought reached for the radio, turning up the song, only to be surprised to hear Tommy's voice. The only time she had heard him sing was when he was a part of Boyz Attack. But she noticed how his expression became tight. She slapped his hand away when he tried to turn it off.
"I want to hear this." She smiled listening to the words. Tommy had never sung for her, and she had always wanted him to write her a song, because she had watched over the years they were together how he would write songs about others, but never about her. Listening to this song, she let herself feel special, she allowed herself to think that it was about her.
The man I love belongs to somebody else, somebody else
He means his tender songs for somebody else
And even when he has his arms around me
I know his thoughts are strong for somebody else
She awoke in the middle of the night and instantly knew that the spot next to her was empty. She always felt uneasy about staying at Tommy's place, and she knew that he hadn't really wanted her to stay over, but she had anyways. And know she was starting to regret her stubbornness.
She could hear the muffled sound of music coming from his office. All the other lights in the house were out, but there was a soft glow coming from under the door, and she knew he was in there. She could feel it inside her, and she could see it when she looked at him. His mind wasn't with her, and it hadn't been for a long time.
She stood in the middle of the hallway, just staring at the door, with the darkness surrounding her. She couldn't make out the words, but she could hear his soft groans of frustration. Where had her Tommy Q gone?
The hands I hold belong to somebody else
I bet they're not so cold to somebody else
It's tough to be alone on a shelf, worse to fall in love by yourself
She listened to the song, feeling her own tears pool as she heard the pain in Jude's voice. The song was brilliant, but to her, so untrue. Jude sang about needing to find someone else, someone like Tommy. But it had been staring her in the face for months now, ever since Jude's birthday, she still had Tommy, and Lilly was sure that Jude had always had him.
She jumped back when she heard the door open. Tommy was standing there, looking more furious and heartbroken than anyone she had ever seen. She knew that he wouldn't like her in his office, going through his things. But she had heard the tune of the song, over and over again, and she knew she had to hear the words he listened to everyday.
"What are you doing in here?" Tommy asked, his voice was soft, but she could tell that the battle was taking place in his head, that his anger was directed at himself, not her.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "This song, it's hers."
All he did was nod his head. He had been so distance the last few weeks, but she hadn't wanted to see it until now. She hadn't wanted to admit the truth, but now she was left with no choice. She reached over and held but the other CD, the older one with unfamiliar hand writing, reading 'I Still Love You'. The song she had listened to in his car that day.
"And this one?" she asked. "I foolishly thought it was for me." She laughed sadly.
"She wrote it four years ago." Tommy took the seat next to her, reaching for her hands. "I'm so sorry." He had tears in his eyes, and she didn't doubt his feelings at all. She could see how hard it was for him.
"I feel so stupid, I mean, you've been pulling away for months." Lilly allowed him to hold her hands, they felt warm in his larger ones, but she couldn't help but wonder how he felt holding hers. "I knew, I think I've always known, deep down. I just didn't want to admit it."
"No." Tommy said shaking his head, freeing one hand to wipe her tears away.
But she could feel it coming, she could feel the end lingering in the air, in her stomach.
"The way you look at her, you've never looked at me like that, or even watched me the way you watch her." Lilly smiled. "It's the truth Tommy, I'm seeing it, now you just need to admit it."
"She's leaving, so it doesn't matter." He whispered, pulling her closer to him, resting his forehead on hers.
But she shook her own head in response, and choked back a sob. "If she's leaving what are you doing here?" she whispered, pulling back to look at him. She needed to be strong to get through this, to see it through to the end.
He was stunned, it was easy to see by the surprise on his face. Her words were a shock to him, and she knew it.
"But-" she cut him off.
"I know, it's okay." She forced herself to smile, to assure him that he could leave.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and lingered for a moment, before pulling away. "Thank you." He whispered before leaving. And she knew that was all she could ever get from him again. Tom Quincy had belonged to somebody else, to Jude Harrison.
When the one you love belongs to somebody else
When the one you love, when the one you love
When the one you love belongs to somebody else