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Thomas // Calm After the Storm *REQUEST*

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I wasn't sure how the argument started. It could have been when I first confronted when he arrived at home, later than usual, or it might have been when I mentioned the picture of him and his new co-star. No matter how it started, it wasn't ending easily.

Thomas had left seven hours ago, saying he was going out with his friends from his newest movie, and would be home no later than ten; it was past 1 AM now. I knew Thomas could get pretty irresponsible when a couple drinks went down his throat, but I trusted him.

Thomas and I have been in a relationship for almost a year and a half after being friends for only a couple weeks. We met through a friend, where we immediately connected and knew only a few weeks later that we wanted to be more.

Having a famous boyfriend meant taking the good but mostly the bad. His job was difficult because for certain roles, he would be flown out of the country for months at a time where he was often too busy to talk to everyday. Publicity was a nightmare. Every other week a new story or picture was thrown into the media for people to gossip and spread rumors about. The cheating accusations were the most popular. Like right now.

Typically when I would see a picture, it was photo-shopped or the girl was a close friend I had no issues with. Thomas would see me getting upset over it and would reassure me that i was the one he loved. He made me feel like there was no picture or story at all. But this one was real.

The girl had even publicly admitted to having a small crush on my boyfriend in many interviews, without any shame or guilt. She had been a relatively new actress to Hollywood- only being in two movies with small roles, until she landed the lead in this one. For some reason, this time when I mentioned my insecurities about this girls relationship with him, he became utterly defensive.

"Juliana has been nothing but good to me! She respects that I'm with you!" He screamed with his hand furiously tugging at his hair.

"Thomas, she's good to you because she likes you. She's said it so at least ten times! All I'm saying is that she's getting very close to you," I lowered my voice, not wanting to keep shouting at each other. This had been our first screaming fight in all our relationship and I swore I would do anything for it to stop.

"No, that's not what this is about." His voice was lowered too, his face still contorted in pure hatred when he looked at me. "You're so insecure about yourself that you're making things up. Well, stop it! I don't want to talk about this anymore."

He walked right past me and into the kitchen where he grabbed another bottle of liquor he had tucked away. He unscrewed the cap, and glared at me down the bottle as he drank.

I grabbed the bottle and pulled it away from him, ignoring the angry look he had when he saw me take it away. "No, Thomas I want to talk about this. This girl is getting really close to you. She clings onto your arm every time you're in the room, she always ignores me when I'm around, and-"

"Would you shut up!" Thomas yelled, louder than he had tonight. A second later, a burning pain spread through my left cheek. The force was enough to send me onto my knees on the floor. It took me only moments to realize what he had just done. He hit me.

When I looked up at a hazy Thomas, blurry from the tears building in my eyes, he was looking down at me just as shocked.

"(Y/N), I," he croaked, moving down to his knees beside me. All the anger seemed to dissolve from his body, leaving only guilt. Pushing both of his hands away, I scrambled off the floor and ran to our bedroom. I shoved all the clothes easiest to grab and other essentials I needed into a bag, all through heavy tears falling down my cheeks.

"(Y/N)? No, what are you doing?" He asked coming into the room. His eyes were already red and tears had already been slipping past them. Any other time, I would have rushed over to calm him down, since seeing him in pain breaks my heart. But this was his fault. I couldn't worry about how he was feeling when I felt just as bad, if not worse than he did. He's not the one with a throbbing cheek.

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving." I tried to sound strong and certain, but the pain was evident in my voice. This was a lot harder for me than I thought it would be a few seconds ago when I planned to leave.

"No, no, you can't. Can't we talk about this?" He pleaded, chasing me around the room as I gathered some of my things. I would have someone come tomorrow to pick up the rest.

I scoffed, stopping to turn around to face him. "That's all I wanted to do Thomas. I wanted us to talk about this and sort it out, like a couple. Like we've done our whole relationship. But you hit me. I-I don't know how to move past this." I checked his shoulder while walking to the front door of our apartment.

As quickly as I opened the door, it was closed when Thomas stood in front of it on his knees. The pure look of regret covered his tear stained face. He grabbed my hands and pulled them towards him.

"Please don't leave me. I know what I did was horrible, but please forgive me," he pleaded on his knees. He knew I would crack, I knew it too. I was too in love with this boy to ever leave him, even after something like this. "I'll-I'll do anything. I'll tell off all the reporters who posted the picture of us, and I'll tell off Juliana and I'll quit the movie, and-"

I crouched down on my knees so we were eye level. Hope filled his eyes when he saw me put my head in his neck. He hesitated, but wrapped his arms around me and set me in his lap.

"I'm not gonna make you quit the movie," I told him. He tightened his arms around me. "But you need to talk to whoever you need to. Whether it's the director or Juliana but you need to stop her." I sniffled, feeling ashamed that this whole situation was actually my fault. "I'm sorry for being jealous. I just... I know she is a lot prettier than me and she's an actress like you are and I was scared she would take you from me."

I hadn't actually said it out loud until now but it felt good to admit it. Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders when I told him exactly what I was feeling.

"She could never take me form you. I don't love her, I love you. She is definitely not prettier than you. You are and will always be the most beautiful girl in the whole world." He kissed me gently on the forehead, while squeezing me a little tighter. "I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't listen to you and then I hit you. I know you shouldn't but i hope you can forgive me."

"I forgive you, Tommy, but that better not happen ever again." I laughed when he repeated, "never again," many times. Thomas took the bag off my shoulder and set it by the door. He slipped his hands under my legs and back, so he could carry me bridal style to the couch. He sat first and placed me back in his lap.

"I do love you, (Y/N). More than anything," he whispered after a minute of calming silence. This was the calm after the storm.

"I love you too. Don't make me stop." He switched on the TV and flipped channels until he found our favorite movie: Star Wars. We sat there watching it together, trying to forget the horrible fight that happened before. But every couple fights. Ours was just to an extreme we would never let happen again.