Tom Holland : My big break

Chapter 15

Chapter 15.

I found myself daydreaming out of the black cab on the way to the airport after a somewhat relaxing week off. I'd had a really nice time seeing family and friends. I tried to make the most of it since I knew I wouldn't have this long back home again for the next six months as the filming schedule is quite intense.

It was early in the morning, so early it was still dark outside. I travelled down to London the day before and stayed at Katies last night as it was an easier commute to Gatwick airport. I also I felt like I had to see her and apologise in person because after that horrendous night... I just got in a cab and went back to katies apartment, without letting them know. I did give them a text, but they were obviously worried about me and came home pretty soon after and I told them what happened.

I pushed that night out of my mind whilst I went back up north...I didn't want to deal with it... I don't know how to deal with it! But it's now something I was faced with. I hadn't spoken to Tom since it happened.

He text me the next day asking if we could talk about it. But I ignored it and I think he pretty much got the message. I'm surprised he wasn't more persistent.

Haz on the other hand is a different story. He was texting me all week trying to find out what happened. He said that he didn't see Tom for the rest of the night... and that he has never gone home without him before. Then the next day to find his bloodied-up hands, I think sent his mind spiralling.

Text message Haz: Y/N did he hit you? I swear to God if he so much as hurt a hair on your head I will                                   be on your side and kick the fucker to death.

Text message Haz: Come on Y/N answer me!

Text message Haz: Did he get in a fight with someone? He normally would tell me anything though

Text message Haz: Pleaseee Y/N I need answers or I'm going to go crazy

I ignored him for about two days whilst messages were pinging from him on my phone constantly. After trying to ignore him and avoid the situation I eventually made up an excuse.

Text message Y/N: Haz, he didn't hurt me, promise. I honestly didn't see Tom much at all that night. I don't know how he got his hands messed up I'm sorry. Production isn't going to be happy though if it hasn't healed in time for filming. X

You tried to end it with some light-hearted humour so that Haz wouldn't get too suspicious. In all honesty, you typed that text in the blink of an eye. You hadn't even second guessed what you were going to do, you instantly covered for Tom. You knew it was wrong. You know you should tell Haz or even the production or even the police or something about what happened. But no, you decided against it.

The Cab pulled up outside of the airport and you hopped out of the car and headed into the terminal. That familiar airport smell making you excited for the next stage of your Job and your life.

You thought to yourself, regardless of what happens from now... you technically have something over Tom. If he does anything to piss you off, you have every right to come forward with this information. You then stopped your thoughts as they were getting slightly malicious. And that didn't get you very far last time either.

In some ways you are glad you know what happened to him and can now understand to an extent why he had a harsh couple of months. But you still had questions. You were going to have to have a serious conversation with him – and God knows how that's going to turn out.

You wait there patiently at the airport, leaning gently on your two sets of luggage as your feet start to hurt from standing still.

To your surprise you hear a familiar voice up ahead in front of you. You glance over and notice a toned man with brown curly locks poking out of a cap that he was wearing, clearly trying to cover up his bed head and to an extent his identity.

'Fuck we are on the same plane!' you whisper to yourself.

Somewhat shocked by this because you thought he would travel on a private plane and with much more security, you noticed the butterfly's start to set in your stomach and you wince slightly at the thought of being trapped in the air with him.

He notices you as he turns around. He hovers around the area next to the desks until you get to the front of the line.

Once you have checked in, he basically pounces on you.

"Y/N... Ermmm... w... we need to talk?"

"Go away Tom, I don't want to talk right now." You say almost surprising yourself. You didn't know how you were going to react when you next seen him. The scenario had played out differently multiple times in your head... but your instincts told you to be angry... so angry you were.

"Haz told me what you text him." He blurted out... seemingly unbothered by my angry tone and reaction "I, I guess I just wanted to say thanks... I wasn't sure what you were going to do after that night, and hell I wouldn't have blamed you if you had told him ... or someone. But I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am."

"What are you even doing here Tom. There is no way you are getting on the same flight as me. Go get on your private jet!"

"I was meant to get a later flight, but I booked myself on this one after finding out you were on it... I wanted to speak to you before we..."

"Before we what? Work together again? If you can even call it that. I'm putting my literal life on the line for you Tom... now listen to me when I say I don't want to talk to you right now!" You started to raise your voice after getting angrier and angrier until you were speed walking away from him and your fists were clenched together. Not wanting to make a scene at the airport.

Tom stopped talking. I think, taking the hint that you were serious Instead, he simply followed you through security and into the waiting area like a little lost puppy. It did satisfy you somewhat, but man, the last thing you could do right now is have a serious talk with him in that airport.

Instead, you located what gate your flight to Egypt was flying from and took a seat near it. Putting your headphones in to block out the hustle and bustle of the airport. You sat back, sighed, and briefly got lost in the song that was playing softly in your ears.