I got you

Part 22

"Tom..." you sighed looking at him "What are you doing here?"

"You left... So, I-I came looking for you" he said slowly walking towards you and Harrison still keeping some distance. 

You stare at him noticing his red eyes before turning again to Harrison. "I would like you to leave now" you mumbled.

"W-what?" Harrison said raising one eyebrow.

"I want you to leave now Harrison!" you said louder.

"Y/N. I just thought it was the right thing to do!" he whispered glancing at Tom who was now leaning against a wall with his hand supporting his cheek.

"Leave." you repeated as he got up grabbing his jacket and walking out of the door.

As the door closed, you felt your whole body breaking, sitting down on the couch putting your face between your hands.

"I'm sorry" Tom whispered sitting down next to you and putting one arm over your shoulders. "I'm..." he sighed.

"I should be the one saying sorry" you finally said looking at him. "I'm sorry Tommy".

TOM'S POV

My heart fell into my stomach as the words came out of her mouth. In part for finally earing her apologize, but mostly for seeing her cry. She shouldn't be crying, not over this, not over anything. Her hands were shaking, and maybe I shouldn't have held them, but I did, and she didn't seem to mind. 

"You don't have to..." I whispered.

"I do Tom. I'm sorry I left. Sorry I made go through all of that shit" she shook her head "I didn't fucking know... "

"I know. Please stop crying" I felt my voice tremble as she looked at me. 

"No. For 3 fucking years, I actually thought you were just being a jerk. All the fucking girls, all the nights out, I saw it all happening in magazines and on the Internet. And you were the actual love of my life, and I did that to you" she said using the hoodie I gave her to wipe her tears.

"You're back now" I said "And I'm here. And we're here"

"Tom" she sighed holding my hand in a strong grip "Being here doesn't mean that we should be together..."

"Why the fuck not?!" I furrowed my eyebrows looking at her "Why are you crying Y/N?"

"'cause I made you go through all of that shit. 'cause I thought you were doing better without me and that hurt me like shit" her voice cracked.

"And what does that mean?" I asked knowing in my mind exactly what I wanted to hear. 

"It means I care for you." she mumbled.

"No" I said looking into her eyes, but somehow my eyes focused on her pinks lips, I could feel my heart racing, my throat dry and my chest burning, but I didn't care. I placed one hand on her cheek and pressed my lips against hers. No lust at all, just a simple and gentle kiss. "You're crying because you still have feelings for me." I said using my fingers to wipe her face.

"Of course I still have feelings for you" she smiled "But..."

"No. Don't you even dare to say anything"

"We should actually talk about what happened..." she pulled back creating way too much space between the two of us. I nodded, she was right. We didn't even had a chance to talk about it so I took a deep breath "The day I left wasn't the first day I felt you were being shitty to me... You stopped being the sweet-hearted guy I meet in middle school, somehow you made me feel like a fucking trophy, and the only times I felt you cared for me was in front of the cameras. I felt like...I was a prop in your life, a little puppy who followed you around. I would spend the day on set just watching you, I went to every interview just to make sure you felt supported... And that night...The things you said..." she looked down with her lips trembling.

"I'm so sorry" I mumbled. Hearing those words coming out of her mouth, was like getting hit by a train "I... I don't even know how to justify that. I guess, I-I didn't like seeing you with Sebastian" I said.

"No shit" she smirked

"Y/N... I guess I was way too afraid to lose you or to see you with someone else... But I ended up being the reason why you left. And I'm sorry I treated you like shit. I didn't actually mean to. And these 3 years... I guess I just don't know how to do things without you. Like being an adult" I let a small laugh out of my mouth. "But you're here now... And last night made me finally feel like myself again".

"Tommy..." she stopped me holding my hand again "I don't really know if this is the right thing...." she mumbled making my heart stop.

"Why the fuck not Y/N!" I shouted. "Sorry. I shouldn't yell".

"'Cause... There's too much history. We've hurt each other Tom"

"Well. I think we hurt each other even more by not being together. But that's fine." I said faking a smile "Guess being friends with you it's good enough for me."

"Thank you..." she whispered wrapping her arms around me sending shivers down my spine. 

"It's getting late... I should probably head home" I said pulling back.

"You...can stay. I mean, we can order some food" she mumbled carefully looking at me "If you want to...I mean.."

"I'd really like that" I stopped her as a smile came across her tiny face. 

"Great! I was thinking Pizza...?" she smirked with bright eyes.

"Great minds think alike" I laughed before getting up and grabbing my phone to make the order. "The usual right?" I asked.

"I doubt you still remember" She laughed laying back on the couch.

"Guess I'll have to prove it to you".

As I hung up the phone, I sat down next to her.

"I'm going to change into something more comfortable okay?" she looked at me.

"Sure! I'll be here" I smiled as she walked away.

This all seemed so familiar. Being here with her, her voice, her smile, the way we were around each other. It's just... This was it for me. I knew it. The doorbell rang, and I could hear her running around the house yelling "PIZZA IT'S HERE" making me laugh. 

"I'll go" I laughed opening the door. 

But fuck. No pizza was there.