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come with me ~ tom holland 2

tom had been making hints about moving to LA for a long time, but i had always brushed it off, thinking he'd want to stay in london, until today. "y/n, i need to talk to you." tom announced, walking into the kitchen, but standing at the other side to keep a fair distance from me. i frowned. "what's up?" i asked, my attention not lifting from the pasta sauce i was preparing for dinner. "i'm-" he sighed. "spit it out, tom." i grumbled, looking up. "i'm moving to LA." he looked down. "oh." i turned, opening a cupboard to grab the salt. "is that it? 'oh'?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "what would you like me to say?" i asked, adding the salt into the sauce. "i don't know, more than that." the man flailed his arms around in frustration. "do you want me to jump for joy at your sudden announcement? run round looking for a property for you? help you pack up your life in london?" i asked, throwing the spoon in the sink and turning the heat off. "anything." he replied. "well, i'm not." i replied, turning my back on him as i grabbed the pasta out of the cupboard. "so..what now?" tom asked, finally breaking the silence. i sighed. "what now? what now tom? you're going to leave me alone here to live your fancy life out in america. that's fine! enjoy it!" i shouted, getting plates out of another cupboard. "i'm not leaving you." he told me, following me into the dining room as i began setting the table. "well clearly you are since we're living two different lives." i informed him, placing a knife and fork down for the pair of us. "come with me." he announced, smiling. "tom! my life is here. my job is here. my family is here and my friends are here. i can't just drop everything and run off with you so you can do whatever the hell you want to out there!" i argued, frustrated. the modelling agency i had been working for had good pay and i was happy in the work i was doing. i wasn't ready to leave my life in england behind. "so that's it? you're giving up." tom stated. "i refuse to throw away everything i worked for. if you want to go to LA that's fine, but don't drag me away from the life i worked my ass off to get." tom chewed his lip, making eye contact with me momentarily. "i love you tom, and i want you to be happy, but i won't be happy because i've got to restart my life and figure out what i want to do." i whispered, tears blurring my vision. the brunette walked over to me, pulling my body into his. "i want you to be happy tom." i sobbed into his chest. "i'm gonna work this out, okay?" he told me, kissing the top of my head. i nodded, sniffling, wrapping my arms around his torso.