The weather was amazing, and Tom had made you lunch before you head out. He was always such a gentleman. You decided to walk your way to the market enjoying the sun and heat of the Summer. People staring was beginning to become something regular, but you didn't cared much, as long as no one got into your space it was fine. He would never let go of your hand, and whenever he had a chance, he would kiss your cheek or wrap his arm around your shoulders. The square where the market was taking place was crowded, people taking pictures, the smell of fresh flowers, it was all amazing.
"I still get amused by how easy to please you are" Tom giggled noticing how in love with the whole thing you were.
"Oh c'mon dipshit" you slapped his arm playfully "this is amazing. We don't have this back home" you laughed.
After walking around for about half an hour, you begged Tom to go to this small stand with the most beautiful flowers in the whole square.
"Hi!" you smiled at the lady who had her eyes laid on Tom. "Tommy look at these ones" you said in a high pitch voice kneeling in front of the flowers. A smile came across his face while he looked at you. Tom grabbed the flowers and walk towards the lady handing her some money.
"There you go darling" he said placing a small kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him.
"Thank you Tommy" you giggled grabbing them.
The whole evening went perfectly. This was the most "date" kinda thing you've done with Tom since you moved to NY. As you got home, Tom went change into some sweatpants as you laid on the couch. Then suddenly your phone started to blow up.
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"tomholland2013: I can actually say that she's prettier than all of the flowers around her"
Your chest melted at the photo that was already blowing up with likes and comments. But something was off. Tom didn't use his social media often. You could swear this was the only picture of you he had ever posted. He had always said that his personal life should stay personal, family, you, friends... So what was that all about? Tom came back jumping to the couch and resting his head on your shoulder.
"Tom..." you whispered making him lift his head and look at you "What's this all about?" you asked turning your phone to him.
"It's my girl" he laughed.
"No Tom... You never use social media, you hardly post pictures of me on them... Why now?".
Tom's face changed. He was now serious and his jaws had clenched up. "What's the problem Y/N?" he sounded pissed. "What's the problem of me posting you on socials?".
"It's just... something weird about you Tom" you said with a steady voice.
"Something's weird about me?! Why the fuck is that? 'cause I want to show the world my girlfriend?" Tom wasn't this kind of guy, he would never talk to you like this.
"Calm down please" you whispered.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? What's the big deal?" he shouted.
"The big deal is that it seems that you're just trying to show me off to the fucking world". Fuck. You had never yelled at Tom. But instead of hearing a shout back, you noticed Tom bit his lip and looked down. "Tom!".
It suddenly hit you. The weird look that man gave him, what he said to you, the video at the party... the positive comments.
"Tell me I'm wrong please" you whispered feeling your stomach coming up your throat. He just kept staring at the floor with heavy breathing. "TOM! Tell me I'm fucking wrong!" you shouted making him look up, his eyes filled with tears, and his lips between his teeth.
"Y/N... I'm.." he mumbled before you cut him off.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS TOM?!" He got up trying to grab your arm, but you couldn't.
"Y/N. They wanted it. They notice how people were so fond of you, how they loved us as a couple... it's no big deal. I love you, and you love me..." he said his voice breaking.
"It's not a big deal?! Well Tom, if it's not a big deal, how come you didn't told me?!".
"I knew how you would react. It changes nothing!"
"It does Tom. It's the fact that you were using me as a PR stunt and you didn't even bother to ask me if I was okay with it!" you looked at him. It broke your heart seeing him crying like this. "Look. I love you, but you should have told me...and you know that" Tom just shook his head looking at you. "You know I support you in every fucking thing you do, why the fuck didn't you told me?!". The boy continue to cry, making your heart break completely. You let a heavy breath slip out, and tried to calm down. You maganed to sat down beside him placing your hand on his leg.
"I'm so sorry" he whispered leaning his forehead against yours.
"I just.... it would be better if you had just told me... You know I would've said yes..." you smiled at him making him smile aswell.
"Yeah I know.. I'm sorry I was a fucking jerk..." he mumbled.
You rested your hands on each side of his face, placing a gentle kiss on his soaked lips. "Go clean your face" you giggled.
"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Just... go Tommy" you smiled.
He got up still looking at you, and walked to the bathroom. As he got back you told him to sit next to you. He laid back on the couch, as you leaned over resting your head on his shoulder.
"Can you like... Put your arm over my shoulders dude?" you laughed while he did what you ordered him licking his lower lip. You took your phone out, and opened Instagram. "Smile please" you whispered as clicking the button. "What do you think?" you glanced over to him.
"Lovely" he smiled looking to you as you tagged him in the photo and added it to your Instagram story. Tom kissed you before pulling you closer as if it was possible. "Thank you" he whispered.
"Just... tell me next time please.." you smile squeashin his cheeks. "Also. They should pay me for this" you laughed.
"I love you okay?" he furrowed his eyebrows smiling.
"I know. You're just... dumb!" you laughed as he faked an offended expression.
Okay. This was good. He didn't meant it. Tom was a good guy, he would never hurt you on purpose... right? It was normal for him to fuck it up sometimes, we all do.