A Part Of Me - A Taron Egerton FanFiction

Chapter 13

(Y/N) sat at the kitchen counter. Her head buried in her arms, as she listened to Tom bang around, attempting to cook them both breakfast. It has been a couple days since she had learned of Taron's not-so-secret girlfriend. She had shed many tears over the situation, but no matter how many fell, the tightness in her chest refused to lessen. Her phone was lying next to her head, face down on the cold granite countertop. She wasn't sure why she'd even brought it into the kitchen with her, for she was doing her best to ignore everything about it. The constant vibrations, were giving her a bit of a headache and everytime it started up again, she could almost feel Tom roll his eyes. After about ten minutes of the incessant noise, he reached across the counter and picked the phone up. She lifted her head, glancing at her friend as he stared at the screen.

"He's persistent, that's for sure," Tom scrolled through, what had to be many texts and missed phone calls.

"I don't even want to know," She mumbled, her head once again buried.

"He's seems quite concerned as to why you are ignoring all of his attempts to reach you. Do you think it's possible that he doesn't know that you know?"

She groaned, "Unless he thinks I'm completely daft, he knows that I know. How could I not, everytime I look at that fucking thing there is another perfect picture of the two of them together. How could I have been so stupid?"

Tom sighed, shutting off the phone and setting it back down. He walked around, standing behind her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, holding her tightly against his chest, "(Y/N) you aren't stupid." He kissed the side of her head, his arms tightening as he felt her body shake with a new wave of emotions.

She rolled out of bed, grabbing her pillow as she walked towards her bedroom door. The house was dark. It was late, but no matter how hard she tried, sleep would not come. The hollow spot in her chest ached with an intensity that wouldn't allow her peace. She walked softly towards Tom's room, hoping that he was still awake. The light radiating from beneath his door, answered her pressing question. She turned the knob, her arm extending, his room coming into view. He glanced up from the script he had been reading, a look of concern written on his face.

"I can't sleep," She hugged the pillow to her chest.

He threw the covers back, patting the mattress next to him. She crossed the room, crawling into bed next to him. He set the script down, snuggling underneath the blankets beside her, pulling her close to his body.

"Why does it have to hurt so much," She whispered, her eyes glued to the ceiling.

He shook his head, "Because anything involving the heart hurts. Ya know, there is still the possibility that this whole thing is just a misunderstanding. It could still be just a rumor."

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes narrowing, "Do you really believe that?"

"I've learned to not trust the information that gets posted on social media."

"But what about your friend?"

He shrugged, "I was getting all of that second hand, remember? He was just telling me what had been told to him. Maybe he was lied to. It's how rumors get started, ya know."

She allowed his words to sink in, but all they did was confuse her even more. She wanted to believe that Taron wouldn't do that to her, however, on the other hand, why would Tom even bring it up if he didn't believe it himself. And what about the photos? They appeared to be authentic. It was Taron in the photos and he was definitely kissing another woman. Maybe they weren't new photos. "What about the pictures?"

Tom shifted, his body turning to face her better, "I don't know, maybe they're old. Did Taron tell you anything about past relationships?"

She shook her head, "Not really but I never asked."

Tom hummed quietly, allowing the evening to settle around them. He ran his hand up and down her arm, hoping that she would relax enough to fall asleep. His heart hurt for her and he wanted nothing more than to fix the situation, but he knew that this was all he could give. Her breathing evened out and when he turned his head again to look at her, her eyes were closed. He rolled over, switching off the bedside lamp before pulling her to him, allowing her head to settle in the crook of his arm, holding her close. He lay still for a long time, just listening to her breathe and was about to drift off to dreamland himself when a loud pounding roused him fully awake. The noise continued and for the fear of it waking (Y/N) up, he pulled away from her carefully. He hurried to his front door, peering through the peephole. Shock registered on his face. He shook his head, undoing the locks and pulling the door open.

"Taron?"

Taron pushed past Tom, "Where is she?"

Tom pointed in the direction of their bedrooms. Without another word, Taron hurried down the hallway, stopping in her open bedroom doorway. He stared into the dark room, allowing his eyes to adjust, only to discover that her bed was vacant. He glanced over at Tom. Tom sighed and pushed himself off the wall he'd chosen to lean against. He moved slowly down the hall, stopping in front of his own bedroom. He could clearly see (Y/N) bundled up in the covers adorning his bed. Her body curled up in the center, making it very apparent to anyone looking that they had been cuddled up together.

Taron just stared at her sleeping form. His eyes not moving, his body remaining stock still. Tom shifted awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "Umm... let me wake her up."

"No," Anger laced Taron's voice.

Tom looked at him in complete shock, "Wait, are you mad?"

Taron's hands balled into fists and Tom took a step back, preparing himself. Taron's gaze remained on (Y/N) but Tom wasn't even sure that he was looking at her.

"Dude, you have no right to be angry," Tom reached to close the door, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Don't I? I should have know that something was happening between you. I should have trusted my gut. I should have known that there was a reason as to why she wasn't returning any of my calls. I am a fucking fool," Taron spun on his heel. Tom ducked out of the way. Taron didn't look behind him as he quickly walked towards the front door, stopping only briefly, "Don't bother telling her that I came by." His voice was quiet but Tom heard every word.

The front door slammed shut but Tom didn't move. He stayed rooted to his spot in the middle of the hall. He was confused, so very confused. Why would Taron be upset if he was the one cheating on (Y/N)? She had told Tom that Taron wasn't very comfortable with her living situation, that being the exact reason he had backed off, distanced himself from her. No, this was not his fault. Taron had no right to be so angry. He was being a friend. He was there for her in her time of need. Taron was the reason she had come to him for comfort. Taron was the entire reason why his best friend was heartbroken, why she was suffering. Tom was mad.