Pretty Girl|A Tom Holland Fanfic|

CHAPTER THREE

TW- Swearing, mention of murder

So it's officially been 1 month since I met Tom. He's supposed to ask me if I want to live with him, but he seems to be avoiding it considering he hasn't come around in a few days. As for the job, he still hasn't gotten back to me on that. It's been about 3 weeks, and I'm starting to think that he didn't want me to be his assistant. Which is fine and stuff, it just would've been nice to be able to see his cute face every day.

Dear lord.

"Hey." I was snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to see the cute boy with the fluffy hair staring back at me. He had a blue backpack on his back. Without thinking, I launched myself at him and hugged him.

"OH MY GOD, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED OR SOMETHING!!" This surprised even me, given that because my parents were dicks, I never got hugged much, so it was kind of a foreign feeling. He was stiff so I pulled away, our faces centimeters away from each other.

"Sorry," I whispered, slowly backing away.

"It's..It's fine." He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down.

"Where have you been? I thought that you abandoned me or something." I crossed my arms and looked straight at him. He left me alone for 4 and a half days. The only good thing that happened was that Ferdinand came back.

"I went to go stay with my mate, Harrison. While I was there, I did some digging." I furrowed my brows until my eyes widened at the site of a file. It looked like a police record.

No. No. No. Not like this.

"Tom..." His jaw clenched and he threw a file onto my lap. My breath hitched and I looked back up at him with glassy eyes. "Tom, I can explain." I got up quickly.

"No, no I don't think you can. Y'know if you were like feeding my secrets to fucking E! news, that would still be better than this." He ranted and I closed my eyes.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Tom, just...It was a long time ago, I just-." I pleaded.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his voice merely a whisper. I looked down to hide the guilt on my face.

"If I had told you, what would you say?" I gave him a small smile before he picked up the file.

"I gave you money, I gave you my time, I offered you so many things, I-" He cut himself off. He stood up and started pacing.

"And I didn't ask you to. I asked you plainly, 'why me?' I asked right there why you were spending all that time with me."I stood up with him and began to yell.

"Yeah and for all I know, that was all fake." I sighed, exasperated.

"I didn't fake most of it. Sure, some of my backstory was improvised, but everything else was real." I whispered, stepping closer to him. It hurt me when he stepped back.

He shook his head. "I don't care. You lied. If you had told me from the beginning, I-"

"If I had told you, you would've run the other way," I screamed. I exhaled in an attempt to calm myself down; which didn't work.

"But you didn't have to keep quiet about it!" He yelled back, rage taking over him.

"I kept quiet so that I could keep you. This friendship." I yelled, holding my hand to my chest.

"Because it is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time," I yelled, softening up my voice towards the end. "Now if you give me 3 minutes, I can explain everything. Then, you can do whatever the hell you want. Just, please don't leave me. You're all I have." I whispered, my eyes streaming with tears and I was now mere inches away from him. His eyes were glassy, yet he still looked so pretty.

Stop! You cannot be horny right now, he's about to confront you about some really bad shit you did!

And then he did.

"You killed someone, Jade. You didn't graduate high school, you didn't go to college, you aren't in debt, your parents weren't assholes an-"

"They were, actually, and I am. All of that was true."

He glared at me.

"Sorry."

"The point is, you killed someone then ran away. And from what I've seen, you then proceeded to fake your death." I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I know. I know, and I regret it every day. Just, let me explain, and maybe you'll see my side of it. Please?" He thought for what felt like hours, pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair every 3 seconds. Suddenly, he stopped and ran his hands over his face.

"Ok. Ok, you have 3 minutes. "

A/n- Surpriseeeeee hehehehehhe