Status: In the Midst

Expect the Unexpected.

Tom Holland

I turned on the television and lied down on the couch, hoping to escape to some foreign land where I didn't have to think about how I'm not with Zara and wishing that I was with her right now...

I wonder if she felt the same way... who was I kidding, she didn't. She didn't even want to hear me out earlier and she had good reason not to. But now, she needs to know the truth.

I planned on telling her within the next few days, but I'm not sure how to.

I took the television remote and went through a bunch of movies on Netflix. Finally, I decided on watching Civil War, so I turned off the lights and got into a comfortable position on the couch.

Twenty-minutes through the movie, I heard repetitive banging against my door.

"Open up the bloody door!"

I slowly got up, unsure of what to expect, and looked through the small peephole to see Harrison, holding Zara. I swung the door open, "What the hell happened?"

"Get a bowl, water, aspirin, and help me get her to the couch!"

I picked up Zara and put her over my shoulders and let Harrison in. He went into my kitchen and searched for the items.

Gently, I set her down on my couch.

"Hey, you're Tom Holland. I kissed you today. It was really, really, good, but shh-don't kiss and tell," said Zara, in a weird tone.

"Why the fuck is she drunk?" I asked, smelling the alcohol in her breath.

Harrison walked over with a glass of water and aspirin. "Uhh-I was going to get drinks with her, but I told her that I'd show up late and I guess she had a drinking party without me?"

"You were going out for drinks with Zara?" I asked suspiciously. It wasn't that I was jealous, I was just surprised. I completely trusted Harrison and could assume his innocent intentions. It's not like he wasn't good friends with her, so it wasn't a situation that I could be mad at.

"Yeah. I mean, as friends obviously and after her scene with you today, I figured she might need to loosen up. I mean, come on, I knew you wouldn't want to talk right after filming, and I thought I had to do a lot of catching up with Zara as well. Besides, I need a drink too, it's been too long since I've gone to a pub. So, I figured I'd ask Zara. I was going to ask you, but you can't be seen with her in public. I also asked Jacob, but he said he was too tired and canceled, and Zendaya, but she said no because she has a photo shoot tomorrow morning," said Harrison, trying to give Zara the glass of water.

"Well that didn't work out well, did it? Don't you know that Zara barely drinks and when she does, it's only on occasion," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I wasn't mad because Harrison did have a point, I should not be seen with Zara in public. And it wasn't like Harrison had a history with Zara, so I wasn't jealous.

"Zara, please, drink the water and the pill," I added, trying to give her some water.

"Tom I didn't date her like you, dammit. I knew she drank, but not this much. How am I supposed to know that? I'm not her boyfriend! Oh no, give me the bowl!"

I quickly handed Harrison the bowl and Zara began to vomit. I held her hair back and rubbed her back.

"I'm not her boyfriend either, but everyone knows that she's not a huge drinker," I watched as she continued to vomit.

Harrison gave me a look of frustration, "Well clearly, I mean, I didn't intend on this to happen. I know she's not the type to get completely hung over at a bar, but clearly you two have some stuff to figure out."

I sighed, "I was going to tell her all about Addison tomorrow or the day after. I was hoping that she'd give me a chance to explain all of this. But the last time I tried to tell her how I felt, she shut me down," I said quietly, hoping that Zara didn't hear, and if she did, hopefully she would have no recollection of this memory tomorrow.

"I think you should," said Harrison, who held the bowl for Zara. "Do it before it's too late. I think she was with some guy tonight and I don't know who he is or what they did. So, if you have to say something or maybe admit something, do it soon, Tom. Please."

I gave Harrison a confused look. "She was with another guy? What did he look like? Did he seem like a decent guy? What a jerk, he didn't even bother to bring her home-"

Harrison put a hand up for me to stop talking, "Stop being so jealous. You had Addison. Besides, I don't even think that Zara knows who he is and he was just as hammered as her. I got him an Uber, anyway," he took the bowl away from Zara since she finished puking and I let her lie on the couch. Almost immediately, she crashed.

"Ask her about this stuff tomorrow. Go get some rest, you'll need to be up before she wakes. We both know what a bad hangover is like," Harrison patted my shoulder and walked into the guest bedroom (which was basically his).

I stared at Zara for a little bit to make sure that she was alright. She seemed so peaceful.

After a few moments, I grabbed the blanket from my room and put it on top of Zara and then turned off the lights.

I then lied down onto another couch by the window and thought, wow. What a crazy day. The last thing that I expected was Zara Costanza sleeping in my apartment.