Best friends
Chapter 7
Author's notes: I have noticed how (Nom) Nicki and Tom's relationship is kind of like Nikki and Harry's (Silent Witness) eventhough Waterloo road didn't cover Nom most people have turned it into a Nikki and Harry relationship minus the pathology part also I'm sorry if It took so long I've had school stuff to do...revision etc.
This is part 1
He had been watching her sleep for the last 10 minutes, It was now turning 10:30 am and Nicki showed no signs of waking up soon. The bright sunlight was streaming through the window and illuminating the room. He looked down to see the sleeping beauty who was in his arms, he stroked her hair and kissed her on her forehead. The duvet which covered them last night was now lying folded back on itself and lying at both of their waists and their legs were wrapped around each others as they were lying together in the middle of the bed.
Her jet black hair was sprawled all over his chest and she was gripping onto him, like she never wanted to let go. He smiled down at her, she had never looked so beautiful...except from the time he had first met her, the way she looked so professional in her duck egg blue shirt and her pinstripe black trouser suit. Her eyelids fluttered against his chest, telling him that she was waking up. She looked up at him and remembered how she had got here, how she had creeped in and wolk him up in the middle of the night.
"Morning." he whispered into her ear. "Hi." She said with a smile on her face, It felt good to have someone to cuddle into, someone who wouldn't leave her, Someone who was still there in the morning. She stretched and lay her head back down on his chest. Her t-shirt had rolled up a bit and she was now showing the scars that she had cut into her hip years ago, the scars she didn't want Tom to see. She pushed herself up into a sittng position and dropped her head in shame, Tom had seen her scars and how stupid she had been all those years ago. He saw those little, faded lines and knew exactly what they were, how could she not trust him with her secrets, maybe she had been broken too many times, he had to show her that she could trust him. He dragged his fingers all the way down the t-shirt till he reached the scars that were on her hip, he softly dragged one finger over each of the scars that had been made on her body and studied each one. He lifted his head up and looked into her eyes, he could see the pain and agony that was there all those years ago creeping back, her lifted his head and kissed her cheek, "You're beautiful...even with those scars." he whispered "But how did you get them?"
"When my mum left everything went down hill." she replied. He knew something bad had happened to her when she was younger, but he wasn't going to push her to find out the answer, he would let her answer in her own time. "It's Ok, you don't have to..." he was cut of by her saying. "I want to...I need to." "Ok, but I just want you to know I'm not pushing you." She leant her head back on his chest, she just wanted to say it and get it over and done with but here he was thinking he was being helpful. "My dad started geting drunk every night." Tears dripped from her face onto Tom's muscular torso. "And that's when it started." Tom knew what she was talking about, she had told him yesterday about part of her past and he respected the fact that she was abused when she was younger, but he also respected the fact that she had to keep some secrets and that she couldn't trust some people without testing the water first. "It was only once a month, but then it got more regular...every night...I was so scared to go to sleep because I knew what was coming but when I turned 16 I got enough courage to find my mum and tell her what had been happening. She whipped me so fast out of that house and got my dad put in prison...truthfully that's were he belongs. He deserves to be there." He wipped the tears he had made from his eyes, Nicki spilling her life story to him made him happy because that told him she could trust him but also made him so sad because she had gone all through that when she was younger and had nobody to tell.
She rubbed her nose into his neck, like a mother cat nursing it's young. She felt so bad spilling her life to him, she felt she had gave him more problems to deal with...his child had just been put in a mental hospital and here he was laying with her in bed listening to her problems instead of her listening to his. The phone rang from downstairs, he slid out from under her and dropped onto the floor. He leaned in, kissed her head an whispered. "I'll be back soon just wait here." She pulled the cover around her and snuggled into the pillow, she felt safe and loved and she couldn't wait till he came back.