A Part Of Me - A Taron Egerton FanFiction

Chapter 15

Tom checked his phone again, making sure that he had the correct address. He climbed out of his car, shutting the door quietly behind him and saying a silent prayer that he wouldn't need to be buzzed into the building. As his luck would have it, someone was exiting as he approached the large glass doors and they kindly kept them open so he could slip inside. He scrolled through his old texts with (Y/N), trying to find the one that contained the flat number. He pressed the elevator call button and tapped his foot, waiting for it to arrive. As the doors to the correct floor slid open, Tom checked the number one more time, turning down the right hallway. He stopped, staring at the cream colored door. He took a deep breath and rapped on the door forcefully. He waited, listening for movement on the other side. He knocked again and waited. Still no noise. He decided to give it one more try but after still being met with silence, he turned, defeatedly, to make his way back towards the elevator.

"Tom?"

His name echoing down the hall forced him to turn around. Taron stood in the door to his flat, confusion and anger registering on his face.

"What are you doing here," Taron gruffed.

Tom walked back towards the other man, hands held up in surrender, "Look mate, I know that you probably don't want to talk to me, but that's exactly what we need to do. I think that there has been some misunderstanding here, on both parties part."

Taron maintained his position, his body rigid in the doorway, "Not sure what is so hard to understand about you being in the same bed as my girlfriend."

Tom cringed, this was going to be harder than he was hoping. "Maybe if you weren't the one that drove her into that bed."

Taron glared at Tom, his face slowly turning red, "What the fuck are you even on about? How did I drive her into bed with you?"

"Are you seriously going to play the innocent victim role? You cheated on her while in Los Angeles," Tom spat back.

Taron's mouth gaped open. He shook his head, "No I didn't."

"Umm.. yes you did," Tom was flabbergasted.

Taron stepped back, pulling the door with him, "Come in. I don't think we need to drag my neighbors into this." Once Tom was inside, Taron's demeanor went right back to being stiff. "Now explain to me how the hell I managed to cheat on (Y/N) when I very much did no such thing."

Tom looked down at the phone still clutched in his hand. He quickly pulled up Instagram, scrolling through until he found the page he was looking for. He flicked his wrist, the screen displaying the photo of Taron kissing another woman becoming visible.

Taron scoffed, "So."

"What..what are..." Tom stumbled over his words, anger beginning to cloud his train of thought. "How can you be so cavalier about this? This is you, kissing someone that isn't (Y/N)."

"And that photo was taken months ago," Taron folded his arms across his chest.

Tom closed his eyes, Taron's words slowly registering. "Wait, what??"

"That's a picture of me and my ex. It was taken almost a year ago. Why would you be bringing..." Taron stopped suddenly. "Oh shit," His head fell, his hands coming up, framing his face.

"What am I missing here," Tom was confused.

Taron sighed, almost with a sense of defeat, "I ran into her while I was in L.A. I blew her off. We ended on a bad note and I wasn't wanting to get into it with her, besides, I'd moved on. She didn't take it well, from what I was told at least. I guess she really didn't take it well."

Tom listened as Taron rambled on, "So, you didn't cheat on (Y/N)?"

"No," Taron stated forcefully. "Why wouldn't she just ask me about it? Oh god, this is why she's been ignoring me, isn't it?"

Tom nodded his head, "Yes."

"What did you do," Taron narrowed his eyes at the other boy, red starting to seep into his vision.

Tom held up his hands, "Nothing. Well, nothing except tell her what I had heard."

"Which was what?"

"That you were dating another woman. I'd heard it through a friend and when we saw the photos, we just all automatically believed it to be the truth."

"So she took your word as the truth? Of course she did, why wouldn't she believe you," Taron paced back and forth.

"Wait, wait...she didn't necessarily believe me...it was more the photos that sealed the deal for her. I think she was shocked and hurt and she needed to process," Tom stepped back, wary of how Taron would react.

The pacing continued. Fists clenched and unclenched. Breathing was ragged and forceful. Taron closed his eyes, his feet coming to a stop, "Why was she in bed with you?"

"She couldn't sleep. She needed comfort."

"It shouldn't be you comforting her Tom, it should be me."

Even when you're the reason that she's seeking the comfort? When you're the reason that she's hurting," Tom questioned.

"Yes, it still should be me that she comes to. I know you two are close but I can't keep competing with you for her affections," Bitterness laced Taron's words.

"Taron look, I'll be honest, it isn't the first time she's slept in my bed and it probably won't be the last but nothing has ever and will never happen. She's my family," Tom watched the other man, trying to gauge his actions.

"I don't like it."

"I tried backing off. I tried making it less awkward for you but all that did was make things worse. We have to find a way to both be in her life. Trust me, she has enough affection for all of us and I can guarantee that she wants us to get along. She won't choose between us and I won't force her into that situation." Tom folded his arms, his chest puffing out, his words resonating.

Taron relaxed his stance, "Can we just call a truce for now?"

Tom nodded his head, "Yes and Taron," Tom waited for the other man to look at him, his tone softer, "She needs you right now."

"Oh shit, I need to talk to her," Taron's eyes met Tom's and the emotion was so clear on his face. "What have I done?"

Tom shook his head, "Like I said, there has been a huge misunderstanding on all of our parts. She knows you came by last night and I think she's wanting to talk. So, your ex just posted a bunch of photos online, trying to prove what?" Tom questioned, needing some clarification.

Taron shrugged, "I'm not sure what her motivation was...well maybe I do. God, I had heard through friends that she was hoping that I'd go crawling back to her and I think the photos were her way of being vindictive. She wanted to hurt me, I'm guessing."

"Not really knowing that she was hurting an innocent party," Tom finished the thought, "Poor (Y/N)."

"Fuck, I do really need to talk to her," Taron reached into the coat closest, extracting his jacket, "Do you think she'll be willing to talk?"

Tom nodded his head, pulling his keys from his pocket, "I think she will, but there's only really one way to find out."