Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

16

The next two weeks was rough for both Tom and I. I only saw him maybe three times throughout that time. He was so busy with filming, and I had actually gotten a job, but it was the night shift at the art museum. Therefore, I slept nearly all day and Tom was busy all day, while I was busy all night.

But, after two weeks of work, I still don't have enough money to support myself. I have enough to get me the needs, but I can't afford this apartment for very much longer. So, here I am packing up my apartment.

Since I don't see Tom very often, I haven't told him that I'm moving, and it's not like this is something you just randomly text someone, and you definitely don't talk about it over a phone call. But, the next time I see him, I'll tell him right away.

I've sold nearly all of my furniture, including my bed, couch, chairs, tables, and telly. I sleep on the floor with blankets and pillows, it's not very comfortable, but it's what I've got.

Some of the things that I'm wanting to keep, I'm sending back home to mum, who will just put all of the boxes in my room, which won't be that much because I've pretty much sold everything.

"Liz?" I jump nearly three feet in the air by Tom's sudden appearance in the doorway. "What the hell is going on?"

"Uh, um, uh, what're you doing here?" I ask awkwardly, tossing the box tape onto one of the boxes, crossing the room to stand in front of him.

"I came to surprise my girlfriend. Why are you packing everything? What's going on?" Tom asks, setting a pizza box on one of the boxes.

"I'm, uh, moving." I say slowly. "I can't afford this apartment anymore, so I've sold a lot of my stuff just to keep it long enough to find a cheaper place to stay."

"Bu-Wha-Where are you going to stay?" Tom asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have a couple more nights here, then I'll go and stay at Nelly's or Khloe's." I mumble.

"No, stay at my place. Liz, why didn't you tell me?" Tom asks, looking wounded.

"Because, it's not exactly something you just tell someone over the phone!" I huff, throwing my hands up. "I planned on telling you the next time I saw you."

"Liz, this is a big deal. You should've texted or called me!" Tom exclaims.

"And say what? Oh, by the way, I'm being forced to move out of my apartment because I'm a failure who can't even afford a roof over my head?" I raise my voice.

"You could've said we needed to talk, that it's important! That you need my help! Anything! When did you decide this?" Tom asks, lowering his voice back to normal.

"Two weeks ago." I sigh.

"Two we-you lied to me for two weeks?" Tom narrows his eyes at me. "Bloody hell, Liz!"

"I'm sorry!" I've been fighting back my tears, I've never heard Tom shout, especially not at me. I've never seen him mad at me, not seriously mad anyway. We've always been playful and teasing with one another. We've never fought like this before. Yeah, sure, we argue about stupid little things, but they're stupid little things, not this! We've never raised our voices in an argument.

"Jesus, Liz! You could've just told me!" Tom exclaims, tugging on his hair. "I'm supposed to take care of you, and I can't do that if you don't let me!"

"I want to be able to take care of myself first! I can't always depend on people!" I groan, throwing my hands up around me.

"You can take care of yourself! I saw you doing it when we first met! Do you not remember that? Do you not remember you sticking up for me? Because, you took care of not only yourself, but me too. Now, it's my turn. I'm here for you to lean on, to depend on!"