While Harry was struggling at the hospital without Zayn’s smiling face to keep him company, Tom was having his own battles. Tom’s father died on Tuesday…today is Friday. His funeral is on Sunday and he doesn’t know if he should go. Tom’s father was a horrible person. He beat Tom and his mother, he was an alcoholic and a cynic, and chased away his only love. On one side, he didn’t think that his father even deserved having him there, but yet he wanted closure.

Tom sat on the couch with the scrapbook that he and Finn had made for whenever one of them got “lonely.” It was filled with their intimate pictures and sexy hand written notes. It was the only thing of theirs that his father didn’t destroy. He solemnly flipped through the pages as tears welled in his eyes. His shaky fingers ghosted over the pages and tears plopped on the pictures. The weird thing though was that He wasn’t feeling aroused, he was just sad. He was sad that he hasn’t seen Finn or jack in years. He’s sad that he hasn’t been able to love anyone since. He’s sad that his own father, his flesh and blood, ruined his life.

He made a decision; he has to go to the funeral. He has to show that bastard that he can’t dictate his life anymore. His tears gone and his beer empty, Tom closed the scrapbook and went to his office. He decided to work from home today because this week has just been too much. He’s been spacing out, he’s been pushing Harry away, he hasn’t been eating, and he has these angry bursts that come out of nowhere. It’s crazy that his dad is gone and yet can still alter his personality. As Tom worked on another case file for a man who was injured at his job, he heard the front door unlock. He was so far into his zone he didn’t even look up to see who it was entering his home. A light hand was felt on his shoulder as a husky voice whispered, “Hey, I’m back from the hospital.” He knew it was Harry. He knew it was Harry even before he spoke because every day Harry comes home, his hair smells like a mixture crayons and play-dough. Tom replied with a quiet yet welcoming “hey,” as Harry walked out of his office.

Once again engrossed in his work, Tom didn’t hear Harry come back into his office. He heard some rustling of paper which spiked his interest. He turned around to see Harry holding a gift bag.

“What is this? I don’t remember my birthday being moved up 4 months.” Tom chuckled.

“Just open it you idiot,” Harry exclaimed. Tom grabbed the sack from Harry’s grip and slowly pulled out the tissue paper making confused glances at Harry every once in a while. Tom’s hands held a small, wooden frame.

“Oh Harry… I don’t know what to say… I…thank you…” Tom was at a loss for words.
*my Photoshop skills are very mediocre. lol*

“It took a while but I found this picture of you and Finn before you went to prom and I thought you would like it…” Harry said nervously. A tear rolled down Tom’s cheek. Harry was looking down at his hands when he felt two strong arms wrap around his body.

“Thank you so much,” Tom said through happy tears and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Out of nowhere Tom started laughing.

“What?” asked Harry.

“Thank God for puberty. I have no idea why he liked me!” Harry joined in on the laughter.
*Tom now*

“You looked fine.”

“Oh ok so would you like this Tom to replace me,” Tom jokingly asked pointing to his picture.

“No, I mean I can see why he fell for you, you were a cutie,” Harry said ‘booping’ Tom’s nose.

“Whatever you say man bun, now go make me some dinner!” Tom said kicking harry in the butt as he walking back out of his office. His laughter subsided as he looked back down at the photo. He remembered that night like the back of his hand. It was his senior prom. One of his best friends, Daphne, agreed to pretend to be his date so his dad wouldn’t be suspicious. They took pictures together and sent them to his dad then they both went to their separate dates. It was the best weekend of his life. Unlike his dad, his school was completely open to any and every type of person. They slow danced under twinkling lights with prom king crowns on their heads. It was like they were the only people at the dance. They weren’t the type of people who needed to be at a rager and get drunk to have a good time so they had the night to themselves after prom. They walked around a park for a while under the stars sharing greasy slices of pizza and ice cream cones. They just walked and talked; that’s all they needed. The breeze was comforting and there was just enough light for them to only see each other. They walked back to Finn’s house holding hands underneath the moonlight. They changed into joggers and tank tops to get comfortable. They just laid in bed laughing and eating junk food. They kissed all night yes, but they didn’t have sex. They need to to prove that they loved each other. That was the night Tom realized that he would probably marry this man, well that’s what he thought.

Tom’s hand traced Finn’s face in the picture and a small smile poked at his dimples. He gave a chaste kiss to the photo and placed it on his desk to continue working.

Harry still liked Tom, but who knew that they would have a terrible relationship if he were to try to put a move on while Tom was still getting over Finn. He knew he had to wait and he knew that he could.

After dinner Tom just wanted some time for himself. He put on some gym shorts on and hopped into bed. He pulled up Jacksgap on YouTube and clicked on their newest video. It was titled “Top Secret Mission.” Tom pressed play.

“What’s up guys, I’m Jack...” said Jack with a smile.

“…And I’m Finn,” said Finn rolling into frame.

“Like the title says, we have a top secret mission for all of you. Would you like to know what it is? I don’t think they do Finn,” said Jack turning to his brother.

“I think we should tell them anyway. So this is very very important so pay attention.”

“Recently something happened that has opened up an opportunity for us.”

“Yes there has Jack. We need you guys to help us find someone.” Tom’s heart skipped a beat. They couldn’t possibly be talking about him, could they? Tom un-paused the video and continued watching.

“We haven’t seen this person in about 4 years and we now have the chance to find them.” Finn continued. “This person was the love of my life…”

“And my best friend,” yelled Jack.

“Yes Jack, they were,” Finn said with a chuckle. “Anyway we haven’t been able to find them due to certain circumstances but now it’s possible. His name is Thomas Patrick, yes yes I’m gay not a big deal, let’s continue.”

Jack started talking again. “Due to someone who shall not be named, all of Tom’s personal information has been taken off of the internet and we can’t find him. That’s where you come in. We need you guys to find him for us.”

“We need your help. Use twitter, facebook, Instagram, anything you can to find him. Here’s a picture of him,” Finn says pointing to the corner of the screen. “It’s from high school so he most likely looks different now but that’s ok. We need you to find him for us please. If you have any information on him, any at all, contact this email,” jack gestured toward an email on the screen. ‘letsfindtomtom@gmail.com’ Tom’s eyes were glued to the screen.

“We can’t do this thing without you. LET’S GOO!!!!!” they screamed in unison and the video was over. Tom couldn’t breathe. Apparently his dad was for the reason he could never find the Harries boys and why they couldn’t find him. His death was a blessing in disguise. He opened his email and started to put in the email address but then he froze. He closed it. He couldn’t email them, they probably wouldn’t believe him if he just came out and said “hi I’m the one you’re in love with you found me!”

Tom figured that he would just go out more and hope someone who watched that video would recognize him and contact Jack and Finn. Unfortunately Tom’s dad threatened his life if he tried to contact the boys over social media so he doesn’t have any. He immediately opened up twitter and started an account. He didn’t post anything but he put up a profile picture. He knew people would be looking for him so he just had to wait. He did that with facebook, and Instagram too. His plan was to post something new on each social media twice a week so people could start making the connection. He closed his laptop, turned off the lamp by his bedside. He got comfy under his covers and started to go to sleep. He dreamed of reuniting with Jack and Finn and fell asleep with a small smile on his face.

Notes

Hey everyone, I am really sorry about not updating for 4 months.

Recently my best friend died in a car accident and it's been really hard for me to really do anything lately. I haven't had any motivation to write. I am really sorry if I have made any of you think that I forgot about you; because I haven't. I love all of my readers and I LOVE this story. I just needed some time to process things for a little while. I'm getting back into the swing of things and it literally took me an entire month the writ this. I have had the worst writers block. I will get back on schedule and have a new chapter up as soon as possible.~Lauryn