#this Guy 😍

#this guy 😍

stay ✧ t.holland

summary; the last show of your tour it's coming, but someone it's not.

warnings; language, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, sadness(?

a/n; ugh, this shit it was so difficult to write bc i feel like having some kinda of mental block so yeah; it's inspired in a lyric of a song that i saw on tiktok; may do part two about this bc why not. as always english it's not my first language so sorry about the mistakes. requests are open!! send some and take care <3 (not my gif)

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the relationship between you and Tom was difficult, because he was constantly traveling to record and you to be able to give concerts. Tom was back from finishing recording three weeks ago, although you hadn't seen him for the last shows on your tour

the last show was in London and most of your friends would be there, supporting you at the close of your tour. you were concentrating on how well everything was going, thinking that Tom was in the audience, or at least he were in the after party.

every time a song started, you tried to look for Tom's face, you hadn't seen him and the fact that you didn't find him either made you feel somewhat uneasy.

"thank you London!" you gave one last shout when the last song ended, thanking the audience and running backstage to meet some of your friends.

"get it, girl!" Sam immediately scooped you up in his arms. he was your best friend and thanks to him you met your boyfriend. "you we're amazing out there! like, burning the stage!"

"where is Tom?" you asked when you didn't see him around, immediately the smiles faded a bit and the atmosphere fell silent.

"'m sure he's going to the pube, coming?" Harrison told you and you nodded, making a sign that you would go to change so that you could be more comfortable.

"where is Tom?" Harry asked in a serious voice once you got out of their sight. Harrison just lifted his shoulders as a sign that he didn't know.

"Tuwaine went looking for him at the apartment," Sam recalled, turning on his phone to see if he had a message from his friend. "he hasn't said anything yet."

"do you really think he forgot?" Harry asked and the atmosphere turned awkward. "he can't"

"at this point, I don't know anything," Harrison tapped the bridge of his nose to let out some stress. "you've heard how he has complained about their relationship in these weeks." you weren't aware of it, but Tom was constantly complaining about the relationship you two had. he had said that he did not know if he wanted to continue for the little time you two shared together. you two made daily video calls, yes, but it wasn't enough and you knew that.

"well, he's gonna be a piece of shit if he don't show to the party at least." Sam commented in an angry tone, slapping his friends when he saw you start to get closer.

"ready to go, miss?" Harry held out his arm to you and you laughed at this, before leaving the place to go to the pub.

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If you were honest, you did not enjoy the after as much as you thought. Tom had not shown up all night, Tuwaine said that Tom was not at his apartment and was not answering his phone.

"thank you for coming, love you, babe." you said goodbye to one of the last people who were at the party, when you saw that she left through the glass door immediately your eyes began to fill with tears. Sam quickly put down the crystal glasses he was collecting and walked over to you.

"hey, hey, what's wrong, love?" he asked with concern, already knowing the answer.

"you know, Sammy," you started sniffing and watched as the others began to approach you. "it's been really hard to keep all my shit together, i really miss him all the time and i just wanted to see him at the show or at least here, but he didn't come."

"I'm sure that he's at home with a surprise to you." Harry tried to cheer you up, running his hand over your shoulder.

"you don't get it, Harry," you lifted your gaze to connect with his, your eyes red from the tears you had shed. "he hasn't told me he loves me in weeks, sometimes he didn't answer my calls," Sam began to feel a lump form in his throat, he didn't know if it was because it hurt to see you like this or because of the anger that felt with his brother. "you know, i don't think he loves me anymore. maybe he has another girl, someone who can be at home all the time" that was the only sentence that you had to say to break something in the inside of Sam, what happen to his brother who always said how in love he was with you?

"I'm gonna call the uber so we can get out of here." Sam announced and pulled out his phone, squinting as the light from the screen hit him.

"I don't wanna see Tom," you grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at you. "let's go to a hotel, please." you begged him.

"you don't have to see Tom or talk to him if you don't want to," Tuwaine quickly said and began to run a hand through your hair to relax you. "you can sleep in my room and i'll sleep in the couch, it's fine." you nodded and thanked him, with that, Sam left the establishment to order the uber, however, his fingers moved towards his contacts, looking quickly for his brother's. after the fifth tone, the voice of Tom reached his brother's ears.

"hello?"

"where the fuck are you?" he asked quickly, not giving him time to speak again.

"in the house, where are you and all of the divs?" he asked without understanding what was happening, Sam could hear the alcohol in the voice of his brother.

"do you know what day it is today?" he asked, knowing the stupid answer he would give him.

"um, friday?" he replied in a doubtful tone. "I don't understand, Sam, tell me what's going on."

"where were you three hours ago?" he asked again, completely ignoring his brother.

"Sam-"

"answer the damn question, Thomas." he hissed, losing patience. Tom let out a sigh before answering.

"my friend told me he was going to have a little party, so I went to have fun for a while, happy?" when he stopped speaking, his brother clicked his tongue as he shook his head without his being able to see him.

"wow, I can't believe you."

"what?" the brunette asked through the phone. "okay Sam, tell me what the hell is going on, I don't get it." he ordered, tired of getting no response.

"today was y/n's last show, here, in London," when his brain processed his information, he cursed under his breath. "she really expected you to be there, you know, as a supportive boyfriend."

"where is she now?" he asked not knowing what to do. "Sam, tell me now!"

"slow down and don't yell at me, I'm not the one who forgot the most special show to his girlfriend," he said in an annoyed tone, almost shouting in the middle of the stool. "we're going home right now, and she doesn't want to talk to you. so when we get home, you better be in your room." before Tom could protest, his brother hung up on him.

the vehicle arrived in a few minutes, Sam, Harry and you left in one, while Tuwaine and Harrison requested another. you wanted to stop crying but you couldn't, the pain I felt just took over everything else. there was no daily post on Instagram, you had not been able to enjoy the party, there was no more you happy.

you rested your head on Sam's shoulder while you tried to calm your labored breathing due to the crying you had let out a few minutes ago. your head began to throb from the tears that had come out of your eyes, little by little you fell asleep. Harry gave Sam a look when he noticed that your eyes were closed and your chest rose and fell calmly.

"i can't believe that he do that shit." Sam said in a low tone but with clear anger.

"you know, maybe it was the stress of filming." Harry tried to calm things down, Sam denied at this sentence.

"he finished recording three weeks ago and the only thing that he does it's talk bullshit about his relationship," his hand was running through your hair so you could rest better, and hopefully, you won't get up to see Tom. "she just doesn't deserve this."

"but we can't do anything about it, Sam", the one with curls kept talking and focused his gaze on you, you looked so calm compared to how you were a while ago. "it's not our relationship."

"but she is my best friend."

"and Tom is your brother", his twin told him and he frowned. "I'm not defending him, I'm just saying that we should stay out of this."

"whatever"

the car was parked and Harry took you in his arms carefully so as not to wake you up, Tuwaine and Harrison still haven't arrived. Sam put the key in and turned it so his brother could come in and lead you into a room.

"where do I put her?" Harry asked, pushing the door as best he could.

"in Tuwaine's room". he answered him and shifted his gaze to his other brother, who was sitting in an armchair in the living room. he closed the door before approaching.

Tom saw how Harry went upstairs with you asleep, your makeup was smeared and he could notice your chapped lips, which only happens when you are very nervous and cry for a long time.

"Sam, i-" Tom got up and tried to talk to his brother, but he raised his finger and put it in front of him.

"don't," he said as he turned and left the keys in the kitchen. "it's not me you owe an apology to. Good night."

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the sun's rays began to penetrate the curtains of the room. you stirred in bed when you felt the light on your eyelids, when you felt it, you quickly realized that you were not in your room, because your curtains were blue and not white.

slowly you sat on the bed, your body ached and you noticed that you were wearing gray pants and that you were only in bra, you were confused by this. you took your cell phone that was on the small nightstand, you noticed that it was connected to the charger and that it had 100%, when did this happen? a notification from Harry was taking all the screen and you opened the message quickly.

all of us we left the house so that you and Tom could talk, also, i tried to put on a shirt but you push me away on your sleep, so i left you like this, i hope i didn't bother you ://

you responded with a 'thank you' due to his sweet action and forced yourself to get out of bed. you didn't want to do it, you didn't want to see or talk to him. you didn't know why he hadn't been to your show or party yesterday, but because of how angry Sam looked when he "asked for the uber" you could imagine something

you slowly dragged your bare feet into Tuwaine's closet and you opened it so you could grab any shirt and put it on. it smelled good, but it wasn't the smell you were used to.

everything felt very sad, the house was silent and you were destroyed. you missed the mornings where Tom would wake you up with two quick kisses on each cheek to let you know that breakfast was ready, no thanks to him, but it was ready.

took a deep breath before putting your hand on the cold knob and turning it to be able to leave the room, mentally preparing yourself for what was coming, but, no one is ready for a breakup, even tho, you didn't know yet.

the familiar smell of tea reached your nose faster than you expected, you didn't close the bedroom door and started walking down the hall to the kitchen, where you saw him. your eyes noticed something very noticeable on his neck, but you didn't say anything.

"y/n," Tom said in a soft whisper as he turned and saw you standing in front of him. "do you want a cup?" he asked, trying to stretch out the time.

"don't do that and let's just go to the point." you shook your head and he nodded, pressing his lips back to the cup with the hot liquid. "why you weren't there?"

the environment was silent at this question, he wanted to speak, but did not know what to say. he did not know that it would hurt you more, that he did not remember or lie to you to look good.

"great," you sighed, deciphering the answer. "thank you for remembering."

"let me explain." he wanted to speak and tried to get closer to you, but you backed off.

"explain what? that you're a shitty boyfriend?" you asked and crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling how your vision began to blur due to the tears that began to form. "believe, yesterday that was very clear to me." you walked around it until you got to the fridge so you could get the milk out.

"I'm not a shitty boyfriend," he kept talking, but you ignored him. "it's just that- I'm stressed." he ran his hand over his neck to make it look more believable.

"wow, Thomas," you put the milk carton next to the mug and turned to face it. "I have to say, to be an actor, you act like shit trying to make your excuse credible."

"it's not an excuse!"

"the smell of alcohol in your shirt says otherwise," you raised your eyebrows and turned to put the milk away, swallowing dry before speaking again without looking at him. "and you have a hickey, I'll guess it's not mine because we don't have sex like four months ago." at this point your "boyfriend" didn't know what to say

"look, I'm so sorry about it," he started to speak and grabbed you by the cheeks, a few inches from your lips to connect. "I know I have a hickey and all, but-"

"you still love me?" you cut him off, taking him by surprise, leaving him frozen for a moment. "but like for real, do you still do it?"

"yeah, baby of course. what kinda question is that?" he nodded frantically as his thumb wiped away one of the tears that ran down your face.

"then why you didn't go?" you asked, in your eyes you could see all the pain that you held. "why you kissed with some other girl? i'm not enough, Thomas? do you need someone who can be there all the time?" Tom swallowed when these questions reached his ears, he didn't know what to say at all.

"no, no, what are you saying?" he asked in disbelief and the grip on your cheeks tightened a bit as his eyes also began to fill with tears. "I really love you, y/n, you're the whole reason about everything." he assured you.

"i am?" you asked and raised an eyebrow. you removed Tom's hands from your face and wiped away some tears with your palms. "we can't be together anymore." his jaw clenched at this.

"what? you're not serious," he denied immediately and watched as you left the kitchen, leaving the cup of milk in the kitchen counter. "darling, c'mon."

"don't 'darling' me," you replied and he was speechless, he never thought that the day of the two of you break up would come so soon. "you cheated on me and you didn't go to my last show, do you know how many tweets there will be from all this? Thousands, Tom, thousands."

"so what about it?"

"you don't get it, do you?" you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, he denied. "everyone's gonna talk about my fucking stupid boyfriend that forgot my show and made out with someone else."

"stop saying that!" he yelled with some anger, he didn't like you repeating over and over the mistakes he made yesterday. "please, stop."

"I'll stop," you assured him and nodded. "because we're done." this last sentence echoed a lot in his head, and he thought TOO MUCH what he was going to say next.

"fine, i'm fucking leaving." he gave you one last look and started walking towards the room that you two shared. you let out all the tears that you were holding back when you saw that he entered the room.

"it's not like you ever tried to stay." you said in a last breath and forced yourself to go to the room of somebody else to wait there until all the boys come house, just to find out that Tom it's leaving

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

the fact that i was in the zoom in that moment mades everything more funny

#just zoom meeting things

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

does he get deja vu? ✧ t.holland

summary: and when you see them, you always wonder if he gets deja vu.

warnings: sadness, angst, breakup(?

a/n: so this song is pretty famous so i thought about this ya know? send some requests! english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake. take care of yourself please <3 (not my gif)

"Are you paying attention to me?" Hemsworth asked and rested his hand on the table.

"Huh?" you asked, returning your puzzled gaze to him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked and then turned his body to see where your gaze was directed. Soon his eyes collided with Tom and his new girlfriend sitting at another table.

"You almost drop my lemonade!" Anthony arrived next to Sebastian and Evans, making a lot of noise.

"Such a drama queen, oh my god." the blue eyed rolled his eyes and took a seat next to you, while Anthony and Sebastian sat across from you. "What's the matter? Why the puppy eyes?" he asked you when he saw you didn't look too happy.

"Isn't obvious?" Sebastian asked without waiting for an answer. "The spidey boy has a new girl and they are eating like three tables behind us."

"You're sad because that kid?" Anthony asked in disbelief, you didn't answer. "Teenage love it's gross. At your age nothing is real."

"I knew Elsa when I was her age," Chris said, taking a piece of his food into his mouth. Sebastian smacked him lightly on his arm for what he said. "Sorry."

"Just-" the man next to you spoke and put his hand on your shoulder. "Lift your ass, go to a party and fuck some random guy." he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Chris!" Sebastian immediately scolded him for what he had suggested to you. Hemsworth and Anthony started laughing together.

"What i'm supposed to say?!" he shrugged and looked at him.

"She's 23!" he reminded him and you held in the laughter you had been provoked to laugh. "Ignore him, he's drunk," Stan told you and took your hand so he could talk to you. "Just don't look at them, and don't cry on set because you're gonna ruin your makeup and that would be awful."

The mood had improved a bit until a shout from Tom reached your ears.

"Can you ask them to put sugar in the edges? Thanks, love!"

[ "C'mon Spider-man, c'mon," Tom's voice practicing his dialogue reached your ears as soon as you opened the trailer door. "Oh, hey lovie." he greeted you and smiled brightly at the sight of you.

"What are you doing?" you asked and dragged a chair over to sit across from him.

"Practicing my dialogues," he smiled proudly and diverted his gaze to the drink in your hands, exactly to the edges of the glass. "What's that on the edges?" he asked with great curiosity.

"Oh, it's sugar," you pointed to it and took a sip. "Taste better with this, wanna try?" you stretched out your arm so he could drink from the glass, but he pushed it back towards you.

"Take another sip and don't lick your lips," he ordered you and you did it immediately, not knowing why he told you that. "Great, now kiss me." he stood up from the other chair and put his hands on your legs for support and leaned into you.

"Tastes good?" you asked once you two were separated for a moment. He nodded and took the drink out of your hands, both of you knowing where this would end.

"So good." ]

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"Can you call Tom for us? He's in his trailer." Joe asked politely and you nodded, feeling the nerves coursing through your blood.

You dragged your tennis shoes across the concrete as the wind whipped against your black jacket that covered half of your body.

You knew exactly what Tom's trailer was because of all the times you had spent in it.

The melody of a song filled your ears as you stood in front of the door, took a breath and knocked. No one opened, until the fourth time.

"Yeah?" Melissa opened the door instead of Tom, and that's when you could hear the words of the song well, instantly identifying it. Everybody Talks.

"Can you say to Tom that we need him in the set? We're gonna record some scenes, so yeah." you tried to say as quickly as possible so as not to make the moment more awkward than it already was.

"Sure, he will be there in a minute."

"Thanks." you thanked her and started walking as fast as possible back to the set, as you knew Tom would be out any minute and you didn't want to bump into him.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you remembered the words to that song and the reason why it was so special.

[ "Shut up and listen!" you pushed Tom's body away, causing his body to fall backwards onto the bed.

"I'm listening!" he shouted back and sat back up to listen.

Everybody Talks was playing in the background while you and Tom sat on the edge of the bed, paying attention to the beat and lyrics.

"Why do you like that song so much?" he asked and you leaned your weight on your hands, pressing your palms to the mattress.

"I like the beat, it's fun." You answered simply and started bobbing your head to the beat of the melody.

Tom didn't say anything else and just stood watching you, admiring the little moments passing in front of his eyes. He liked the way it was just you and him in that moment, and always.

"Wait!" The song ended and you immediately got up to walk over to your cell phone and put it back on play. "Let's dance!"

You stretched out your arms and with your hands you grabbed your boyfriend's, helping him off the bed so they could dance properly. His movements were not precise and he was just moving without any sense at all.

It was a sweet moment that you wanted to stay in for a lifetime. ]

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"Y/N!" Anthony called out to you from behind the cameras and you looked up. "Did you call Tom?"

"I did, yeah." you nodded your head and continued to play a little with your feet since you were hanging from the harness.

"Did you really call him?" Chris asked at a volume where only you could hear him.

"I really did," you told the truth without taking your eyes off him. "I don't know why he's not here."

Some five minutes later, a disheveled and agitated Tom appeared in front of everyone. His suit was ill-fitting and traces of lipstick adorned his lips.

"Horny boy." Chris said in a whisper and turned away so he wouldn't see how they would tell Tom that he was misrepresented.

"Oh great." your lips formed a line and you started playing with your hands as you waited for Tom's harness to be put on.

[ "Tom, stop," you said between giggles and kisses as Tom was on top of you and wouldn't let you go. "Someone it's gonna see us."

"The door it's locked," he said in a whisper and with bated breath before moving to your neck to leave wet kisses there. "Just enjoy it, my pretty baby."

Tom's hands were positioned on your hips while yours were on his curls, tousling them a bit. He broke away, seeking your lips to kiss them again. Your legs wrapped around his hips making the separation between the two of you minimal.

Tom's soft lips felt cooler and cooler, his tongue beginning to sneak in between the kiss, asking for access. You opened your mouth a little wider to make the kiss even more intense.

You pushed Tom's chest a little to make him pull away from you, your hands reaching for the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it away and returning to his make out session immediately.

"You're so pretty." you murmured between his lips and wrapped your hands around his neck to pull him closer to you and reconnect your lips.

Your hands ran over Tom's skin slowly as your lips began to swell a little from the intense kisses you shared.

"Tom!" a knock on the door made you two separate instantly. "We need you in makeup in ten mins!"

"Seven more minutes of kisses?" ]

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"Good morning, can i get a hot chocolate with extra milk and whipped cream? Thank you." you asked the cashier for your order and moved a little so you could wait and not get in the way of the line.

"Why i'm not surprised that you always ask for the same thing?" the unrecognizable voice of Tom sounded behind you.

"Hi to you." you turned and greeted him quickly, wanting this moment to end.

"Do you want to go to the set together? Melissa it's not coming today." he asked in the nicest way, was it necessary to name Melissa?

"Sure, just let me get my order and we can go." he nodded and headed for the door so he could wait for you outside.

Thousands of thoughts went through your head at that instant. Where is Melissa? Why is she being so nice? Should you walk out alone?

"So, how are you?" he asked to start a conversation between the two of you.

"Good and you?" you answered as dryly as possible so he could see you didn't feel like talking to him.

"Great too," he smiled and took a drink of his coffee, remaining silent for a few moments. "Can i ask you a question?"

"You already did." you shrugged and he just laughed uncomfortably.

"Why are you avoiding me? Did i did something wrong?" he asked innocently with a tone of concern. You clicked your tongue and shook your head.

"I'm not avoiding you, it's just," you lowered your gaze for a few seconds. "We're not a couple anymore, so."

"Oh, i get it."

"Can i ask you a question?" now it was your turn to ask, he nodded quickly.

"Of course."

"Do you get deja vu when she's with you?"

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

still love you ✧ t.holland.

summary: he still love her, and that's all he really know.

warnings: crying(?, cheating mentions, bad memories, i think that's all; let me know if there's another one!

a/n: sheesh, this took me days but i'm so happy with the result, make sure you read part one first! requests are open. as always, english it's not my first language so sorry about any mistakes. take care of yourself pls. (not my gif) <3

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"Don't forget to put the pink dress and the white boots. be ready in fifteen, please." Bella, your assistant said and closed the door to your dressing room so that you could change before the show.

It had been about a month since that fight where you and Tom broke up. As soon as your friends arrived, you packed your things and went to your old apartment. You hadn't heard from Tom in all this time, only when you happened to ask Sam or Harry when all of you hang out.

You got dressed as fast as you could and being careful not to mess up your hair. Five minutes before you left, your phone screen lit up, displaying a message from Maggie.

You opened the message as quickly as possible and as soon as you read the title of the note that your friend had sent you, you moved your finger without reading the text and go directly to the photos. It was true, the photos showed Tom outside a restaurant with a blue hair girl, and it seemed that they were together, very close.

Leaving Tom in the past was something that cost you a lot and it certainly still did, because you couldn't erase your feelings so easily overnight. You felt your eyes start to get wet, but you raised your head trying not to let the tears fall, at least not three minutes before going on stage.

Three knocks on the door alarmed you and you quickly regained your posture. "You're ready?" Bella asked and you got up to open the door and see her holding a small board in her hands. "Good, Jimmy it's already in the studio, let's go."

This interview was the first you would give after your most recent breakup, and for a fact you knew that the questions related to your ex were not going to be lacking. "Please, give it up for Y/N Y/L!" Jimmy announced and screams filled the study as you approached the couch. "How are you?" he asked kindly once you were sitting on the couch.

"Very good and you?" you returned the question with kindness.

"Great now that you're here," he gave you a smile and clasped his hands to begin the interview. "But enough about me, you recently finished your tour, how does it feel to finally rest?"

"Well, it's really awesome to finally sleep in a bed and not in a bus tour," laughter from the audience rang out at your comment, making you smile. "But, I have to say I kinda miss traveling the world and seeing so many of my fans."

"So have you spend time with your loved ones?" he asked and with that phrase, you already knew where all this was going.

"Yeah, i have. yesterday i went out with Harrison and Sam, you know, just to catch up some things." you smiled sideways and looked for those mentioned in the audience, they just made a funny face towards you.

"and what about Tom?" the question made you come out of your bubble and go back to the interview. "because we haven't seen you two together on your instagram stories or something like that, even, some fans are saying that he didn't show up to your last concert." this last information took you back to the night where it all ended, making your heart clench a bit. you swallowed before answering.

"Yeah, well, um," you started to play with your fingers, feeling the nervousness rush through your blood. "We don't talk anymore."

"Are you saying that you two break up?"

"Yeah, we did." you responded in the driest way possible to prevent the feeling from winning you over. "About a month ago, i think." the screen behind you light up, and your first instinct was to turn to see what it was about, but you regretted it the moment you saw what was projected.

"So you aren't this girl?" Jimmy asked while pointing with a control to the girl who was with Tom in the photos of the article, before answering, you turned to see Harrison and Sam in the audience, who only raised their shoulders to show that they had nothing to do with that.

"No, i'm not," you denied and resumed your initial position. "I mean, our haircolor it's different and she's holding a beer wich i usually don't drink, so." you raised your hands and folded your arms at the height of your shoulders. the interview continued until the cameramen announced that they were going to a commercial break. Harrison and Sam approached you as quickly as possible as did Bella.

"We didn't know that they would show the photos." Harrison quickly said and put his hands on the sides of your arms.

"It's fine," you smirked and then put your gaze on Bella's face, who was behind Harrison. "You know what songs I'll sing?" your presentation would be in twenty minutes and the songs were still to be chosen by Jake, your manager.

"Yeah, um," the girl quickly flipped one of the sheets on her chart to see the schedule. "London Boy and Mr. Perfectly Fine." you closed your eyes for a moment and tilted your head, accepting reality. London Boy was a song you wrote for Tom while the two of you were away and it was already out as a single, but Mr. Perfectly Fine, that was special. That song was not yet recorded and had been written this weeks of pain. Inspiration had been Tom and how he had post some pictures on instagram looking perfectly fine after all this situation. You weren't ready for Mr. Perfectly Fine, least of all right now.

"Mr. Perfectly Fine?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and looking at you before speaking. "She can't sing that song, it's not even recorded. Where's Jake?" he began to search with his gaze to the brunnete to be able to speak with him.

"It's fine," you put your hand on his shoulder. "I'll guess it's time to sing it to the world." you gave him an unconvinced smile.

"You're sure?" he asked, pulling you up so he could give you a short hug, resting his chin on your head.

"Yeah, Sammy," you smiled as you smelled his perfume. "I mean, it's just one song without Tom, how bad can it turn out, right?" you broke away from him and looked at your two friends.

None of the three wanted to admit it, but all of you knew that anything could go wrong. You knew Mr. Perfectly Fine was going to be a single, but you thought that when it came out, you would be in the couch eating a big pot of ice cream with Tom, or you would be dancing with Sam and all your friends, but this time it would be different, very different.

"I know but," Holland returned to the subject and clicked his tongue. "It's the first single without him, I thought you wanted to be crying in your room or some stuff like that." took a hit by Harrison at this last comment.

"Let me get this lad out of here before he convince you to run out of the studio." the blond boy grabbed the brunette and directed him to where they were sitting, while you took a quick drink from the bottle of water to also return to your starting position.

Finally, it was time to sing. "Everything's fine?" Bella asked as she adjusted the necklace that hung around your neck. You had had a little change and now your hair was in a high ponytail and your clothes was now a black shorts with a white long-sleeved blouse and a little pink blazer that matched your shoes.

"Yeah." you nodded and she withdrew. You were ready for the presentation, yes, but emotionally? absolutely not. You knew you could sing London Boy without any problem, but Mr. Perfectly Fine would be a big punch in your heart.

The melody of London Boy began to sound and the lights little by little were illuminating the place, letting you see yourself in front of a microphone and with a band behind.

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

"i'm Tom , and i suppose that you're Y/N Y/L, right?"

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

"i want you to move on with me and the boys, you know?"

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

"so, this is Harrison and Tuwaine, and there is Harry and Sam, but you alredy met them."

So I guess all the rumors are true

"are Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L dating?"

You know I love a London boy

London Boy ended quickly even though you felt like an eternity. The music low but then rose in a second to start with the Mr. Perfectly Fine tune. You took a breath to calm yourself, but as soon as the first verse approached you searched with panicked eyes for Harrison and Sam. Harrison would hold his thumbs up towards you and Sam would whisper something in his ear, this made you more nervous.

Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

"fine, i'm fucking leaving."

"it's not like you ever tried to stay."

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby

[...]

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

"of course i'll be right here when you come, dumbass."

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

"it's just some hard days, you know? I'll get over it, i'm fine."

And someday maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

Applause rang out when the melody ended and you didn't sigh when, but tears ran down your cheek. You cleaned them up quickly and smiled.

"Wow, it's that a new song?" Jimmy asked as he came over to thank you and hug you.

"It is, yeah." you nodded and opened your arms to receive the interviewer. "The name is Mr. Perfectly Fine. It will be recorded soon, don't worry." you winked at the camera.

"Well, I'll guess the only thing I have left to say, it's," he look at you to get both of you to say it together and you quickly get it.

"Hello, Mr. Perfectly Fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?"

"It's falling apart, thanks for asking." Tom responded to the screen with a sour smile and closed his computer screen. Your laughter still rang out due to Tuwaine and Harry watching the show from the living room.

On the other side of the coin, Tom was not as good as he was shown. He returned to live with his friends as soon as the news that you were gone reached his ears. decided not to go looking for you thinking you wanted space for some time. His nights were crying and crying, going out to drink, being photographed with a girl but never going from there, because he felt bad having sex with her when he hadn't gotten over you, you didn't deserve that.

His bed felt cold at night, the closet was half empty, and your shampoo bottle was still in the bathroom. Tom wanted to forget you, but he couldn't if there were traces of you all over his house.

°•°•°•

"Where are you going?" Tuwaine asked Tom when he saw that he was going to leave the house.

"To get some tea, there's nothing left," he replied without looking at him, searching for the key to the front door. The key that had a black stripe of nailpolish that you had put so Tom could differentiate it from the others. Your ex ran his finger along the line, smiling to himself.

"Hell no, Thomas," Harry appeared and leaned back in the kitchen counter. "It's Sunday, remember? it's your turn to do the laundry."

"Man, c'mon," he narrowed his eyes and began to move the key between his hands. "I can do it when i get back."

"Nah ah." Harry shook his head and met glances with his brother. "You always said that. just separate it and you can go." he wrinkled his eyebrows at this answer.

"Mate, you're not my mom," he said with a smile, but his brother looked at him in a special way and he knew that look.

"Fine, fuck you anyways." left the keys on the small table in the living room and went to the laundry, where there were two baskets full of clothes. "Oh man, fuck me," he ran a hand across his forehead and walked over to the first basket. "Do the laundry." he mocked his brother and rolled his eyes.

But then, then the white shirt with a little taco appeared in his hands. He remembered very well that shirt, it was a pajama shirt that he combined with blue shorts with taco prints. He remembered that you had lost it and you could never find it. He took the garment and went back to the living room, where everyone but Sam was.

"Hey, where did this come from?" he asked, drawing everyone's attention and showed the shirt.

"Oh, I found it behind the red table, you know which one? the one that we always take to your parents' house." Harrison responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Tom nodded, wondering if he should do it or not, he was processing every thought that came to his head. Was it worth doing?

"You know what," he nodded and took the keys from the table, putting the shirt on his shoulder. "I'm gonna go to a place really quick."

"But the laundry-"

"I'll do it when i get back!" it was the last thing his friends and his brother heard before he walked out the front door.

"He scares me." Tuwaine said and everyone nodded with a little laugh.

Your doorbell rang and you grunted at this sound, because you had an omelette in the pan and you weren't expecting anyone, it rang another two times until your "coming!" reached the person's ears.

"What is it? I don't expect any package or I didn't order any-" your voice seemed to drop automatically when you saw him standing in front of you. her foot moved to calm her nerves and she held something white in her hand.

"Sorry for not asking and just showing up like this out of nowhere," he apologized, but seeing that you had no intention of speaking, he continued. "Um, i just found this shirt of you, it's the one with the taco and, you know, I thought you would like... can we talk please? even if it is just for closure." he practically begged you and you just nodded your head as you snapped back to reality. You turned around, implying that he would come in and close the door. You headed into the kitchen to turn off the pan and put your breakfast on a plate.

"Do you want some tea?" You were the first to speak, approaching the couch where he was already. shook his head.

"So, is it about me?" he asked once you took a seat on the couch.

"What thing?" you asked without understanding, it was early and your brain wasn't working yet.

"The song, Mr. Perfectly Fine." that took you by surprise, what kind of question was that? of course it was about him.

"Did you see the show?" you asked, ignoring her question. He nodded.

"Everyone in the house was watching it, it was hard to ignore it," he shrugged and you hid a smile at the thought that Tuwaine and Harry were still supporting you. "You didn't answer my question, tho."

"It is, Tom," you nodded and bit your lip thinking carefully what you would say. "Everything it's about you."

"Y/N-"

"Let me finish, please," you could feel your voice cracking and you didn't know if you would hold out long, it was better to speak now than never. "It's just that," you sighed before continuing. "You looked so good on your social networks, you were even more active than ever on instagram. You were photographed every Friday night with a new girl," you started playing with your hands to calm your nerves. "You looked so perfectly fine while I was destroyed." you finally finished and felt a relief to let those words out. Tom processed every word in his head, he just wanted to taste your sweet lips again and get them back together. but he knew that if he wanted that, he had to confess his feelings as well.

"I was not fine," he lowered her gaze and her heart was beating fast. "Yeah, I made out with some girls, but they were very different from you, I didn't want them to look like you." he bit the inside of her cheek as he felt the tears come to her eyes. "And I know it's not romantic at all, but I couldn't be with someone like you, I didn't feel comfortable."

"And even if I kissed them, it was never the same, I didn't take them home because you didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve that I touched another person in such a short time." he ran his hands through his hair and dropped a few tears. "And the night of your last show, yeah, I went to a house party and I kissed another girl," his confession turned your stomach, remembering the pain you felt when you saw that hickey in his neck. "It was only because we didn't see each other often and I really missed you so much. and i know it's not an excuse but it's the best i have to tell you."

"Tom, let me-"

"I still love you and I don't think I love anyone else in my whole life." he said with some desperation. you could see in Tom's eyes that he was really telling the truth. I was really having a hard time just like you, he wasn't being arrogant or a dickhead, he was being real.

"Here," you took his hand in yours looking for his contact. "What if," you started rubbing your thumb against his hand. "I let you take me on a date and we can erase this." the boy's eyes lit up at this proposal.

"Yeah, yeah of course." he said quickly, releasing himself from your grasp to wipe his tears away. "Whatever you want, baby," he covered his mouth as he told you that nickname. "sorry, Y/N."

"It's fine, darling," you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"I still love you too."

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

we we're too young ✧ t.holland

summary: when the pressure of the age ends a relationship, a song comes.

warnings: swearing, fluff at the end

a/n: i really love Louis and the lyrics of this songs are painful, so why not? requests are open! english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake, take care of yourself pls! <3 (not my gif)

When you broke up with Tom, you promised yourself that you would never speed things up in a relationship again.

And maybe that's what ruined everything. Moving in together in your early 20s and starting a new life just the two of you was either the best or the worst relationship decision. But, you were two teenagers in love, sure that you were each other's soul mate, who would dare break your illusion?

It had been almost three years since you left the apartment, ending it all there. You knew you couldn't keep Tom's name from being all over Hollywood, or even coming up as a topic of conversation with your friends, but you could avoid seeing him at events. And that's exactly what you did over the years.

Right now you were getting ready for a performance with Louis Tomlinson and other singers that all of you were giving at a community event for a foundation.

"Hey," you spoke as Lana, your makeup artist, finished applying some blush to your cheeks. "You're already here?"

"I'm in the parking lot," Sebastian replied and you could hear the sound of a car door closing. "Dua is already singing?"

"I think so, why?" you asked as you grimaced so Lana could apply more product to your face.

"Cause i don't wanna look like i only care about you." his voice sounded somewhat agitated, indicating that he was walking towards the door of the building.

"But you only care about me." you replied with a giggle, listening as he also laughed lightly.

"I know but, sounds rude," Lana put her things away and left you alone, not before you thanked her for the amazing job she had done on your face. "And what are you singing besides Too Young?"

"Moonlight, Dangerous Woman, Positions and Nasty." Sebastian couldn't see you, but you had a smirk in your face.

"So you're getting nasty, huh?" you laughed at the comment you knew he would make about the song. "Oh, and by the way. Tom is-" he couldn't finish the sentence because you interrupted him.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes without him being able to see you. "Can we just not talk about him? It's been like three years, c'mon. Everybody needs to get over it."

"Alright big girl, see you over here. Bye."

The call ended and the sentence that your friend didn't finish started to haunt your head. Why did he name your ex? Sebastian wasn't usually one of those people who always named him, he only did it when it was something important or very urgent, what would have happened?

Your thoughts faded when three knocks sounded at your door.

"Love, you're ready? We gotta go!" the accent of Louis reached your ears and you just tried to hide the smile that formed on your face knowing that you were already going on stage.

"Coming!" you shouted back and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before dropping your cell phone on the little red couch. You saw the screen light up, indicating that you had gotten a notification but you didn't take any notice, it was surely from a fan.

Cindy:

You're gonna die.

I just saw Harry, Sam and Tom in like four tables behind us.

He's here for you.

"I have to say you look very pretty." the boy next to you complimented you as the both of you walked down the big hallway to get to the stage.

"Thanks, Tommo," you thanked him with a big smile. "You look great too, and i'm sure that you are gonna do a show out there."

"Bullshit," he shook his head, hiding the smile that had formed on his face. "But we are gonna rock the stage, and then you will do it by yourself." he said with a big smile, causing one on you and hugging you around your waist.

"Y/N, put this on." the sound guy handed you a yellow headset with your initial engraved on it as you arrived on stage, a big red cloth covering both of you.

"I saw some of your cast friends out there." this made your eyes sparkle a little, you were excited to know that they actually did come.

"Oh yeah, I invited some of them. I'm happy they came to support the event."

"Yeah, but there was this guy," he grimaced trying to remember and bit his lower lip. "I don't remember his name, but he was with two other people."

"Are you sure that he was from Marvel?" you asked with furrowed brows and he nodded immediately.

"Yeah, i've seen his face in the movies before."

"Maybe it was Hemsworth with Liam and Elsa, i dunno." you shrugged and Louis just nodded, trusting you.

The two of you turned on your microphones so you could start talking as you had previously rehearsed.

"So yeah, I hear Louis Tomlinson can't sing at all." you spoke into the mic, causing several of the fans who bought a ticket to scream.

"Well, I hear Y/N Y/L doesn't sing that well. She can't even get to the high notes!" his voice echoed throughout the venue as you two laughed quietly behind the curtain. This was all based on the many criticisms the two of you were receiving.

"Ugh, yeah. And that two assholes have a show tonight." you spoke as you watched the canvas begin to open, making the screams grow louder.

"I bet that they won't even be able to fill half the forum." Louis and you take a step out of the shadows.

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed when you saw how many people were there. You and Louis had sent out a large number of invitations to various artists, but you didn't expect everyone to go. Your eyes quickly visualized Sebastian next to Elizabeth. In one corner was Ryan Reynolds and in the other Lily Collins, there really were a lot of stars in the place. Finally, some fans were right in front of the stage, separated from everyone else.

"They really made it," your friend said between a chuckle before speaking again. "How is it going?" he openly asked all the people, earning several shouts of excitement.

"Alright, so, first of all," you looked to your left for Tomlinson's approval before continuing to speak, he just closed his eyes and nodded. "Thanks to everybody for coming tonight. It really means a lot to Louis and I that you could donate a little money for the kids that belong to this foundation. I didn't thought that so many of you would come today, I honestly just thought Sebastian and my mom would come," you admitted with a nervous laugh, eliciting one from the listeners and earning an on-air kiss from Sebastian "But yeah, again, thanks to all of you for showing up today. I'm sure that all of these kids thank you with all their hearts."

"So many boring things but no action, let's hear it!" Louis said and he walked back a bit so he could sit on the small wooden benches that were on the stage. Unlike the other artists, the two of you wouldn't be doing a big performance for Too Young.

And that's because Too Young is not a very happy song. You and Louis wrote it when you were just coming out of your relationship and feelings were running high. It was a special and painful song.

The melody started to play and you shared a big smile with the guy to your right before you started singing.

we were too young

to know we had everything

too young, I wish I could've seen it all along

i'm sorry that i hurt you, darling, no, oh

we were too young

Emotions and memories began to fill your mind. It was hard to sing this song without feeling a sense of guilt at all.

i've been looking back a lot lately

me and you is all I've ever known

it's hard to think you could ever hate me

but everything's feeling different now

Your eyes were focused on Jake Gyllehaal and Blake Lively talking about your presentation. You had met Jake through Tom and had formed a great friendship, but you were curious to know what Blake thought.

oh, I can't believe I gave in to the pressure

when they said a love like this would never last

so I cut you off 'cause I didn't know no better

now I realise, yeah, I realise

Your eyes searched for Cindy and a couple of friends you knew were here just as you were singing the chorus. You noticed they were making some strange signs and pointing behind them, not understanding, you just furrowed your brows and finished your part of the song just for now Louis to start singing.

You didn't take your eyes off your friends, still trying to decipher what they wanted you to see or something that was bothering them. That's when you looked up a bit at the tables behind them and your eyes met with a curly-haired boy you instantly recognized.

Harry Holland.

You blinked several times to double check if it was him and not an illusion of your mind, but it was. He was wearing a black suit and next to him was Sam, who was wearing a white dress shirt and a brown jacket.

And then there was him.

Tom looked radiant as always. He was wearing an olive green suit with a gray shirt underneath and you looked away quickly when you saw that you two connected eyes for a second, as he had the same lost and in love look that he looked at you with a few years ago.

You felt a squeeze on your leg and quickly turned your gaze to see Louis, who asked you with his eyebrows and gaze if you were okay, to which you just nodded and swallowed dryly before moving your mouth back to the microphone.

it's been three years since I've seen your face

i'm trying to find some better words to say

before I let this moment slip away

'cause now I realise

Some had noticed that you had changed a part of the lyrics and others just kept smiling at the beautiful melody. You turned to look at Louis and just shrugged your shoulders with a small smile.

we were too young to know we had everything

too young, I wish I could've seen it all along

i'm sorry that I hurt you, darling, no, oh

we were too young

The song ended and your friend took your hand to move a little closer to the edge of the stage and take a bow for the whole audience, receiving applause for all of them.

"Good luck, love," the Brit hugged you and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, rubbing your shoulder one last time before taking the mic again. "Let's hear it for Y/N Y/L!"

The time progressed and you finished singing your songs as did Louis, thus ending the event and letting the guests leave the place freely.

"So we came here for nothing?" Harry asked before gluing his lips to the glass bottle, causing Tom to look away from you for a moment to look at his brother.

"Oh, shut up."

"He's got a point," Sam joined the conversation, setting the empty bottle down on the table. "I mean, you canceled today's work just to come see her and you're not going to talk to her. Really?"

Tom gave one last glance at his two brothers before returning his eyes to you, biting his bottom lip from nerves and the indecision he felt.

You looked as pretty as ever. You waved goodbye, hugged and made small talk with each departing guest, thanking them for attending.

"Alright, this is what is gonna happen," the older of the twins caught the attention of his two brothers again. He grabbed his satchel from the table and straightened his jacket. "You are gonna talk to her, and Harry and I are going to wait for you in the car." Sam winked at him before motioning to his twin to signal for them to leave the place.

"Don't be a movie star and talk to her." that was the last thing Harry said, patting Tom's shoulder and calling him by the nickname that so annoyed him.

The brown-haired man sat there for a moment with his eyes down, not knowing what to do. And to his bad luck, when he raised his eyes to look for you, you were gone.

Not knowing what to do, he quickly found Sebastian with Anthony and Chris, so he decided to send him a message.

Tom:

hey, mate.

Sebastian connected glances with Tom and grimaced that he didn't understand why he was texting him instead of approaching him. The Brit just pointed to his cell phone, implying to text him back.

Sebastian:

Tom:

c'mon

Sebastian:

I know what you're going to ask me

She's in her dresser

Don't be a dick, please, and if she doesn't want to talk to you, don't push her.

Tom:

I won't

thanks x

He didn't wait a second longer and got up from his place, heading quickly to the back stage area and crossing the long hallway to get to your dressing room.

He took a breath of air in front of the red door that had a small sign with your name on it. After a few seconds, he knocked four times.

"Come in!" you said, thinking it was Sebastian and when you heard the door open you spoke again. A cotton circle with makeup remover rubbing against your eye. "Are we leaving now, Seb? I thought that you wanted to talk to Anthony and Chris-" you spoke without paying much attention, until you turned your chair around and met brown eyes and not blue.

"Hey." Tom spoke timidly and raised his left hand to greet you. His lips formed a line.

"Tom, hey," you greeted him so as not to look rude. "What are you doing here?" you asked somewhat nervously, as you knew perfectly well why he was standing in front of you.

'"I just wanted to see you. Your show out there was amazing."

"Thank you." you thanked him with a forced smile and the room filled with silence for a moment.

"Do you think that we had everything back then, but we were too young?" your ex's question broke the silence. And it also broke the barrier of the past, letting all the memories come back.

"Tom, i-"

"Just say it." he said and knelt before you, taking your hands in his and connecting gazes.

His eyes were the same as always. The same ones full of love, and the same ones that shed tears the day you left London to start over in Boston.

"I do."

"And do you think that now we are old enough to make things right?" that question fell like a bucket of cold water, you didn't expect it at all and you didn't want to answer it.

You didn't want to because the answer was yes.

"I think so too," you closed your eyes and just let your feelings speak for you. "I think about it everyday. I think that if maybe if we had been mature enough back then, everything would have worked out correctly."

This was an intimate moment between the two of you, and you didn't need to be unclothed to see each other's nakedness. The two of you were baring your souls completely.

"But now we are old enough-"

"But it's not the same, Tom." a bittersweet smile formed on your face. You really wanted to try again, but you couldn't.

"It is the same, and i know it because," he paused and squeezed your right hand even tighter than before. "In the deep of my heart, i still know that you still drink ice coffee in the morning with exactly eight ice cubes. I still know that you always watch the same series because trying to watch new ones never works. I still know that after a concert you take two bottles of water for your throat and take a long nap for five or six hours. I still know that it bothers you that the sunlight comes through the window and hits you directly in the eyes, but still, your dream apartment has big windows."

"And I still know because over the years I never stopped loving you, and I am convinced that I never will." your heart twisted a little when you heard that he remembered every little detail of your life, and how true everything he had said about you was. Tom just remained silent, waiting for an answer from you.

"You know what?" you asked and a smirk formed on your face as you helped Tom up and you did the same. "My grandmother used to tell me the story of the red thread. The red thread binds two people together, and this can stretch, contract or tangle. But it's impossible for it to break."

"So, that means that you would try it again with me?" he asked with his voice full of illusion and put his hands on your waist, desperate to have contact with you.

"I will, yes. And better work this time, Holland." you teased him, running your hands around his neck so you could hug him properly.

"It will, i promise."

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

favorite crime ✧ t.holland

summary: all the things you did for this relationship, you were really hoping that you were his favorite crime.

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, a little bit of crying, Harrison being the best lad ever, leaving Tessa.

a/n: oh god this song hit in the wrong places but anyways, this not have a lot of conversations and it's short but painful so yeah, hope you like it! request are open, also english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake. take care of yourself pls <3 (not my gif)

You took a big breath of air and stood on your tiptoes to reach for the purple suitcase on top of the closet. It was already decided, today you would leave.

The house was beginning to feel empty. Some of your pants were still in the drawers, waiting to be put away. But, your favorite mugs along with your shoes were already packed in another suitcase in the living room.

"You'll be right here when i get back, right?"

"Of course, Tommy."

Bullshit.

Those were the last words you shared with your "boyfriend" in the morning and the last words you would share for a long time. You ached for those two sentences, because you knew that somehow you would always wait for him no matter what.

Memories began to flood your mind as you opened a drawer and Tom's scent wafted into the air for a few moments. It was going to be hard to get used to a new smell.

Your relationship had probably started in the worst way; you and Tom met in a bar, the night fell and you fell into his bed only to find out later that he had a girlfriend and you were the "other".

At some point this wasn't sitting right with you, it wasn't just casual sex anymore, the two of you were falling in love without thinking about what might happen in the future and that was just fucked up.

He finally broke up with her, that meant he was all yours. Although, your heart was broken when you found out that the Spider-Man filming was over and he had to go back to London with his family.

The two of you agreed to have a long distance relationship, and so it was, for five months the only thing that kept you close to him was a screen and video calls at three in the morning because of the time difference.

Until you came up with the idea of buying an apartment in London and surprising him. Probably the best and worst idea of your whole life, but you were living your love story, who cares?

You met his family and friends some time later. At this point you knew it was serious and you knew what you were getting into.

Then came the move, and finally you could share a bed with him for the rest of your days.

Or that's what you thought.

Thursday last week, 4 am. Your need to make pee woke you from your sleep and so you had to leave the bed to head to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Tom's cell phone was "charging" in the bathroom socket, although it really was plugged in wrong and didn't even have 2%.

Nothing bad was going to happen if you checked it, right? You knew it was wrong, but Tom's indifference these past few weeks told you to do it.

Tears started to fall in the sink when some messages with "Samantha" didn't look like friends, but something else.

It took you a week to process whether you should stay and deal with it, or if you should just run away and pretend this never happened and start over in another country.

And the latter option was the one that caught your attention the most.

You plopped down on the couch, taking a second to watch as the house looked lifeless and the two suitcases in front of you were packed.

You started crying again, you still couldn't believe that your fairy tale had ended right here. And just as it started, with a cheating relationship.

Tessa came up to you as soon as she heard your sobs and started licking your face to wipe away your tears, having no idea what was going on.

"Oh Tess, i'm sure that you are the only one who's gonna miss me." you ran your hand and over her head and pushed her a little so you could get up and put water and kibble on her plates.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later and you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come. You opened it and found Harrison, who pursed his lips into a line when he saw you.

"I'm gonna lock the doors and leave Tessa outside, 'm right back." you told him and he just nodded, giving a quick glance around the house, noticing the sadness overflowing from the walls. You really were the joy of the place.

When you returned your things were gone and Harrison was waiting for you in the car, so you assumed he had already taken them up.

The drive was silent, only the faint melody of the radio could be heard. And somehow you were glad it was like that.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked as he lowered the last suitcase from the back seat.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't belong to London and I have nothing to do here. He's got a new girl and I'm sure he'll be fine." you replied with a bittersweet smile.

"What about you? You're gonna be fine?" his question really got you thinking, you'll be fine without Tom? Sure he'll be fine without you, but what about you?

"I guess I'll find out eventually," you grimaced and nodded, then checked the time on the watch on your left hand. "Thank you for bringing me here, and for everything, i guess."

"It's nothing, what you deserve." he shrugged his shoulders and moved closer to you so he could hug you, resting his chin on your head.

"I hope when you see the chain you are now wearing you will remember me." you broke off and played with the chain hanging from his neck, for you had given it to him on his birthday.

"I will, i promise." he said between a little laugh and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Come on, Haz. Give me another hug." you moved closer again and when your head made contact with his chest you felt your eyes get wet again.

"Don't cry because i'm gonna cry, dumbass." he said as he felt his shirt get a little wet and tears began to fill his eyes.

"Goodbye." you sighed and picked up your suitcases to start carrying them to the entrance.

"Have a good flight." was the last thing he said before he opened the car door so he could get in and drive home.

The flight was leaving in an hour and a half but you had to be there earlier to check in and you had already done that, so there was nothing left to do but wait for the call.

You turned on your phone and your wallpaper caught you, realizing you hadn't changed it yet. It was a picture where you and Tom were sitting on the grass, away from everyone and in your faces you could see the happiness, at what point did it vanish?

Time passed quickly and when you remembered you were already climbing the stairs to get on the plane, until you felt your phone vibrate and you knew instantly who it was.

Tom's name next to a heart lit up your screen, and you stepped out of line to think if you were really doing the right thing and not overreacting.

"It's everything okay, miss?" the flight attendant asked when she noticed you stopped moving forward and you were practically the last one left to board the plane.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." you apologized and turned off your cell phone to enter the plane, accepting your fate, without turning back.

"Welcome to flight 230, London to Canada."

When the plane took off, you were hoping that you were his favorite crime.

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

What should've happened (insp)

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spacebarnes

4 years ago

WAIT SHUT UP 😭😭😭 SO CUTE.

written in the stars

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: jus (lots of) making out

summary: using your newly acquired knowledge of astrology, you test your compatibility with tom

a/n: i was planning on making this a little blurb for y’all but then i got really into it and here we are lmfhfksjks i promise you don’t have to know anything about astrology or birth charts to enjoy cuz i broke it all down + it’s not the main focus of the fic anyways! this is mostly a day in the life with tommy boy and i hope you like it as much as i do :,) also some of this might be wrong.. i’m not an expert so yeah

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“right, so how does this work again?” tom watches your laptop screen with curious eyes.

you’ve been getting into astrology lately, and whatever you care about, so does he. that’s why you’re currently laid across your bed in sweats while you teach him everything you know. but first, you’ll need to do his birth chart. it’s the pinnacle of everything.

“you just have to tell me what time you were born, then it does the rest for me,” you grin, typing in the name of the website. you’d had to do some research to find a reliable one. “that’s it? you don’t need, like, my birthday or something?” tom quirks an eyebrow at the chart generator.

“i already know your birthday, babes.” you laugh softly and let your head fall onto his shoulder. “you crazy gemini.” “‘m not crazy.” he smiles despite himself, leaning his head on yours. “just got a big personality, innit? charming, clever, lots of energy,” he lists off the characteristics of his sign, which you just taught him. that lights up your whole face.

“definitely not cocky,” you deadpan, tom scrunching his nose in response. “look at you, remembering all that. you really are clever.” “well, it’s interesting.” he drapes an arm around you, fingers running up and down your side. “i quite like the idea of the universe knowing me so well.”

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