Golden (Tom Holland short story)

Part 4

-Y/n's POV-
It's been couple of days since Tom's here. We are getting closer to the wedding day and the distance between him and I keeps growing. He's been avoiding me at all costs and I didn't really mind.

It just doesn't seem like we can actually talk our thoughts out and it has created a leaden feeling in my head that drowns all my body in pain.

Sarah and Seb were out. Harrison and Gracie were cuddling. I was staring at the pool. Silence ruling over the atmosphere. Not a comfortable one.

I wanted to talk about all the bullshit in between Tom and I with Haz but I couldn't catch the opportunity. Neither did I know where to start!

I wanted to say how the light in his eyes still brightened me up. How the warmth of his touch gave me butterflies. How I knew deep down my heart, the biggest place still belonged to him.

Though the key seemed to be missing in all the dust our changes had made. As if we hadn't pass the time and it was time that had passed us.

What I had been imagining to happen and the shit show that is currently happening really pisses me off. I don't have the slightest idea where he could be. I shouldn't be caring either. I kept moving my feet nervously.

I hadn't had the chance to tell him how screwed up he made me feel that night. He could straight forward tell me he doesn't love me anymore and that he fucked me because he missed it.

He didn't. Instead he acted like he was fucking jealous. And now he keeps going out of his way not to be under the same roof as me. And I, can't tolerate this anymore.

I have to talk to him. Even if the consequence is for us never to talk again. Or for our friends to hate us for not telling them we were secretly with each other all those times.

-Tom's POV-

Annie, the girl I have to be seen with in front of the cameras followed me to Santorini and won't let me be alone with my own shit. Gosh, how annoying can someone be?

I literally just wanted couple of weeks off, to meet my friends after many years, to win back y/n's heart, but now I have to roam in this city with a girl who kills each nerve in my brain with her annoyingness not to have contact with y/n.

I kept rolling my eyes. Annie pretended to enjoy her time, snapping pictures, trying different Greek foods, face timing her friends. Her voice was piercing my internal organs at that very moment and I couldn't bare it anymore.

I prefer having to sit in front of y/n, fighting and screaming my lungs out rather than spending another minute by her company.
"-that's it! Our pictures are taken, I'm going home!"

I raised my hand for the waiter to notice and to bring us our bill. Annie's stone cold eyes rolled to the back of her head before they lit up with a sinister smile again. Fuck no!

"A- then I'm coming with you!"
"-WHAT?"
I felt execrated by her words. "-hell no you are not! I'm staying at my friend's and there's absolutely no place for you in there!"

I tried to keep cool, not raising my voice at her, knowing it'd steal attention. "A-yes I am Tom! Do I look like I care? I don't have anything else to do here so just get over it!"

She couldn't get any more irritating. And I had had enough of her shit. I just didn't feel like convincing her. She'll come there and y/n would kick her out, worst case scenario.

I paid for our table and without saying a word to Annie, we got on a taxi and headed to y/n's. I could feel my heart pounding faster than it should; anxiety building up in my body.

I could sense my interaction with y/n wouldn't be so pleasurable with every cell; specially that I was having a girl chasing me. I think she'll kick me out as well.