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Tom ran to my changing room and quickly came in. He saw how tight the zipper was,"Why did you get a small size?" Tom asks while trying to get the zipper off me. "I don't know, it was fine before we got here.." He finally got the zipper off but there was a cut with some blood. "ow.. fuck!" It starts stinging and hurts. "Shit..!" He grabs a bandaid and puts it on my back, he turns my around to face him. "You feeling better.. baby?"

He starts putting his hand on my waist. "Much better.." I said back to him, smirking. "I don't want to hurt your cut, you get changed and let's go home." He sits down on the sofa in the changing room. "Let's?" I say confused while I take my dress off. "Mhm.. Harry has a date, Sam is going to his friends house and.. well know Paddy's going to your house since he knows we'll embarrass him." I get changed and Tom's eyes are glued on me, I finally finish and grab my bag.

We finally leave and I keep my distance from Tom in public since he put his hand around my waist last time. We sign autographs and take pictures before we get questions. "HEY GUYS, WHAT WAS THAT BEFORE WHEN TOM PUT HIS HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST??" One of the fans asked. I look at Tom before I answer.

"Well.. it's something some friends do, and we didn't mean it in any other way." I say while smiling and Tom and I continuing walking towards his car. "ARE YOU BOTH DATING??" One of the paparazzi asks while flashing the lights at us. Tom quickly gets me in the car, as he noticed the lights were hitting my eyes. "No we aren't, but in the kindest way possible do you guys mind stop flashing at us especially
Y/N.. it's hurting her eyes." They ignore Tom and continue. He gets in the car and we drive off.

"God.. how do you put up with them, I mean I'm not saying their rude but they never listen" I ask him. "Well.. honestly I have no idea." Tom answers honestly as he slide his hand on my thigh which gives me butterflies. "Also.. I heard you in the shower that other night." I put my hands over my face in embarrassment as he stops at a red light and takes my hands off. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about.. it's hm, cute!" He says while trying not to laugh, I take his hand off my thigh and turn away mad.

We finally pull into his driveway and we quickly go inside as he slams the door shut, slamming me against the door kissing me. I throw my legs around his waist and he holds me for support. He quickly climbs up the stairs and into his room, he starts sliding his hand under my dress until I realize. "Tom.. am I just one of the girls you mess around with..?" I had to be honest with him.

Tom's POV
I'm shocked of what she said.. did she think I'm one of those types of guys? Or maybe she's been "messed" around with. I didn't want to cause anything but I was just confused. "Of course you're not.. honestly it's weird since you're my ex but I would never do that to anyone, especially you." I cup her face before she gets off my lap. Fuck.. was it something I said?
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I'm just so overwhelmed with stress, what if people found about us? That's the worst thing that could happen, I can't do this.. especially to him.

"Tom.. I don't think that.. we should be doing this anymore" I sit down on his bed and look down, trying to avoid eye contact. He kneels down in front of me, and cups my face. "Hey, what's making you say that?" He asked softly as I could see through him he was sad. "What if the public finds out that we've nearly slept together.. especially the director's!" I say while removing his hands off my cheeks. "Please
Y/N, we can keep this between us!" He says while grabbing my hand before I could leave. "It's not just the public, your sneaking around with me.. and I don't think this is right." I let my hand go and leave his house.

Tom's POV
There's no way.. she just left, I don't blame her but I want to. Everything we did together.. from talking, touching, just hearing her voice. I also hate seeing her in pain, but honestly I wanted to stay with her through pain and happiness. I honestly love her.. and I never stopped, I never got over the break up. After the break up, I forget about it for a little but then I'd end up looking at her Instagram. I was honestly so upset. I honestly do hate the public sometimes, they never leave us alone. How do we continue filming when we both know EVERYTHING. I'm sat on the bed crying knowing if I tried stopping her, there's no way. We weren't even official yet it's still breaking my heart
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I'm at a red light and I'm waiting as I'm starting to have a panic attack about the whole situation. I pull over on the side of the road and I remember how no one even knows I'm struggling.

I try counting the numbers, thinking about Tom and then it hits me. I-I love him.. I just ignored the fact that I did and never stopped. What am I doing? I'm leaving the man that I love.. because of stupid people on the internet. The panic kept getting worse until I see the door swing open and I see it's Tom.

Tom's POV
I couldn't let the internet do this, I had to go and find her! I got my coat and keys and got in my car. I realize that Y/N still had her location shared with me, which made me smile knowing she wanted me to know where she was at all times. I stop at the red light seeing that she was somewhere near I pull over and see the whole line of cars as there is traffic in front. I keep walking down seeing none of the cars had Y/N in it until I realize the car parked in front of me. I run to it and open it to see Y/N having a panic attack. Fuck.. did I do this to her was it the public?
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Tom gets in as he sets me on his lap, he comforts me and tells me "it's okay.. I'm right here, baby" for the first time I'm not mad he's calling me that, I'm finally calming down as his arms around me felt so nice. I feel his tears on skin, I turn to look at him and see him crying a bit. I hug him and whisper in his ear, as my head is resting on chest "I'm so sorry.. Tom" I honestly didn't know if Tom actually loved me until I saw him swing my car door open, I knew from there. He wasn't just messing around with me, he actually cared about me.