What You Don't Know - A Tom Holland Fic (WIP)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I'm up before dawn the next morning. I sit at the counter of my apartment and sip my coffee, trying to stay awake till the car meant to take me to the airport arrives. I didn't sleep all night. There was a horrible knot in my stomach that wouldn't go away. My pillow was drenched in tears. When I looked in the mirror after I woke up, there were dark rings under my eyes. I don't bother covering them up with makeup.

I need to apologize. I was kind of a bitch and Tom and I know he never meant to get us both in trouble. I was a horrible friend. I guess being a fan of Tom made me forget that he really is human too. Of course he feels pressure. Of course he's scared of the world's opinion of him. I was a total ass to think he didn't know how I felt.

My phone buzzes and I know my car has arrived. I grab my luggage and head for the elevator. All the way down and to the car I think about what I'm going to say to him. I just hope he forgives me. But i'd also understand if he didn't. I wouldn't forgive me. Not right away. I lean my head against the window and squeeze my eyes tight.

The next thing I know, we're pulling up to the airport. The driver takes us to a back entrance, to the tarmac. It suddenly crosses my mind that we will be riding on a private plane. This is going to be so awkward.

When we come to a stop, I climb out of the car while the driver grabs my luggage for me. I stare at the plane. I've never been on a private jet before. I think I'd feel excited if I wasn't walking into a shitstorm.

I take a few bags from the driver and climb the stairs. When I reach the cabin I realize Tom isn't here yet. I store my things and sit in a chair facing the back of the plane. I close my eyes and try to meditate on the situation. I don't even realize I'm absently bouncing my leg up and down and my knuckles are turning white from gripping the arms of the chair.

A few minutes later, I hear his voice float into the cabin. My heart skips a beat and I lose my breath, like it was knocked out of me. I turn around in my chair and watch the doorway. When he appears, he meets my eyes for a second and something, an emotion I can't place, morphs his face. I turn back around and hold my breath.

I hear his footsteps approaching and I continue to hold my breath. Please. Please. Please. I pray to myself. And he comes up to my seat... and passes me. My heart physically breaks. I sink down in my seat and stare out the window. Maybe I should just sit in the bathroom the entire flight, that way I can be alone and cry in peace. Just as I'm thinking that though, Tom plops himself down in the seat opposite me.

"Had to store my bags. Hey." He says.

"Hey." I respond, my voice strained from the tears that still threaten to flow.

"Are you okay? You look..." He hesitates, obviously trying to come up with a nicer way to tell me I look like shit. "Tired."

I just shake my head.

"D?"

"I'm sorry." I whisper, ducking my head as a single tear escapes.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm sorry. I was a bad friend, and I felt awful about everything that happened yesterday, and-" I choke, my throat strained.

"Oh. Delia." Tom is then kneeling in the space separating our chairs, his hands gripping my armrests, looking up at my face. "I'm sorry too. It was my fault we were ever in that situation. You had every right to be angry with me."

"I had no right to lash out like that."

"Hey. It's in the past, love."

I look up, meeting his gaze. He gives me a half smile and wipes a tear away with his thumb, which just makes me more emotional, and I shed a few more tears.

"Come here." He says, sitting back on the floor slightly and opening his arms. I slide off my seat and rest my head in the crook of his neck. He hugs me tightly and doesn't let go till I'm sure the river of tears has stopped. Even then, we remain on the floor of the plane, just talking and goofing around, till someone tells us it's time to take our seats.

"You should get some rest. You look awful." He says with a smile.

I roll my eyes as I buckle my seat belt, just glad to have him back in my life. We were in a fight for less than twenty-four hours but even that was enough to know that he's too great of a person to lose. Even if he is just a friend.