So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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The flight back was about as awkward as you anticipated. Tom barely said a word to you the entire time. He helped you with your bags and opened doors for you, but mostly he kept his earbuds in and gave you the silent treatment. You tried to make a peace offering by getting his favorite beer when the drink cart passed. He just stared out the window and pretended to not see you as you tried to hand it to him.
Fine, you thought, he can act like a child and I'll have a beer. You put your own earbuds in too and slumped down in your seat, checking your phone. You sent Celia a text:
YOU: This boy's going to be the death of me, I swear. CELIA: You still in Greece? YOU: Heading home. Tom's mad at me. CELIA: What did you do? YOU: why do you assume I did something? CELIA: Because I know you. YOU: Fuck off.I'll Skype you later about it. CELIA: alright Girl. Love you YOU: ❤️
You put your phone down and glanced over at Tom. He was still pouting, his chin leaning on his fist as he looked out the window. How long was he going to keep this up, you thought.
You landed a couple of hours later, got your bags and headed to customs. Tom, again, carried your bags, but you two had to separate into your designated lines for US/UK citizens. He passed your suitcase to you, not even looking at you in the eye.
"Really, Tom?" you sighed, taking the handle. He glanced at you, only briefly, then slung his bag over his shoulder and turned away. You threw your hands up in the air and went over to get in line.
Once you were in the clear, you made your way towards the exits. You lost track of Tom in customs. He most likely got through quicker than you. Maybe he's waiting at arrivals? Hopefully? You kept looking for his blue hat in the sea of people. Looking...
"I know that motherfucker did not leave me here," you muttered to yourself. But you weren't so sure now. He was nowhere to be found.
"Is that Tom Holland?" you heard someone whisper next to you.
You jerked your head to see a young girl craning her neck to see. You followed her gaze and spotted said motherfucker. He was surrounded by a small group of girls, taking pictures, laughing, smiling, signing autographs.
He looked like he was on top of the world.
How come they can make him so happy but I can't, you thought. You just stood and watched him do his thing, waiting patiently and enjoying his smile, however forced it may be.
"That's the new Spider-Man," said a girl, maybe all of 13, next to you. She was staring too but not budging.
"I know," you smiled," you should go say hi to him."
"I would die," she giggled," look at all those pretty girls around him."
"What? You're gorgeous. I would kill for cheekbones like yours," you nodded and she shook her head.
"Are you by yourself?" you asked her looking around.
"Mum's over there getting coffee," she pointed to the kiosk, not far from where you were standing.
"Okay, follow me," you said to her, weaving through the bodies towards Tom.
"What's your name?" you asked looked back at her.
"Ariel," she said shyly.
You stopped and smiled slowly, "No shit. Great name. Come on." You walked over to Tom and caught his eye then nodded at the girl next to you.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, smiling at the girl.
"This is Ariel," you said, putting an arm around her then made a face at Tom like, Can you believe it? Ariel?
Tom chuckled and put his hands on his hips, "Wow, Ariel, that's crazy. I've got a friend who's obsessed with the Little Mermaid."
A friend, you thought. Well, isn't that nice. Not that you wanted people to know your business but his behavior today was making you hella insecure.
"Hey, Ariel, you want a picture?" you asked,"Give me your phone."
She handed you her phone and Tom put his arm around her, smiling. His eyes flickered over to you for a split second and a flash of those sad puppy dog eyes appeared, then disappeared just as quickly.
Jesus, he was really making you work for it, wasn't he?
"Thanks, Ariel," he said as she ran over to her mother excitedly.
You made a tapping gesture on your wrist. He nodded and picked up his bag.
"One more, Tom?" said a sultry voice that belonged to this striking, raven haired beauty in a tight sweater and a very short skirt. He grinned widely at her. A little too widely for your taste. She slithered over to him quickly and wrapped both her arms around his waist.
Watch it....you thought.
Tom laughed a little nervously, and she giggled right along with him, leaning her head on his shoulder and posing with a million watt smile.
Watch it....your eyes narrowed.
Tom looked over at you quickly, then back at the camera. You gave him a smirk and he only smiled wider at the camera, and at Ms. My Ass is Perfect.
He was enjoying himself...clearly.
Then she finally released her claws from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Alright! Fuck this, you thought, and grabbed your suitcase before pointing towards the other terminal to yell, "Omg! It's Harry Styles!!"
The waters soon parted and it was just you and Tom, staring at each other. At least he was finally looking at you.
Why couldn't you just rewind to 24 hours earlier, when you were happy and not fighting and sexbots weren't flinging themselves at your boyfriend?
I don't even understand why he's mad at me, you thought. How could I, when he won't even talk to me?
"Ready?" was all you could think of to say.
"Yep," he replied curtly and reached down to grabbed your suitcase from you. You placed your hand over his when he did.
"Hey...," you said softly. He looked up at you and shook his head.
"Not here," he said.
You frowned and let go and watched him take your bags to a car out front. He slid in the back seat, leaving the door open for you. You sighed and crawled in beside him. His earbuds were back in and he was slumped down, arms crossed, eyes closed.
So now he's going to pretend to be sleeping to avoid talking to you. Cute.
You stared out the window as rode, watching signs and roads and cars blur by. The car came to a stop and you blinked and looked over at Tom.
"This is your house?" you said confused. He nodded.
"You're not...you're not staying with me tonight?" you suddenly felt very panicked, like you fucked up something royally, and didn't know how to fix it, because you didn't even know how you fucked it up.
"I've got an early meeting tomorrow," he said quietly, grabbing the door handle.
"That's never stopped you before," you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him closer to you but he just sat there stiffly.
"Tom...can you please just talk to me?" your heart was thumping in your ears.
"Goodnight, Y/N," and slid out the door. Unbelievable, you thought.
You leaned over, shouting angrily out the door, "Who's walking away now, Tiger?!"
