Drunk On Tragic Endings [Tom Holland Fanfic/Imagine]

Chapter Nine- Avoiding Her

<Tom's POV>

I drove her back after the festival. There was silence that filled the car on the way to our apartments, but it was a comfortable silence.

"Go ahead in, I'll catch up in a minute."

She nodded and gave me a sweet smile, before getting out of the car.
As soon as the door closed, I buried my face in my hands.

'I can't do this. She's so perfect, but I can't have her.'

I let out a small sigh, looking up. I got out of the car slowly, softly shutting the door behind me.
We walked into the small elevator together, and pressed the button for the 6th floor.

"Want me to walk you to your room?" I offered as the elevator began going up.

She shook her head with a small smile, looking down at the floor. "Nah, that's alright. Thanks though."

"Alright. Hey, thanks for coming with me. I had fun."

She peered up at me, giving a small nod. "I did too, thanks for taking me."

<Emma's POV>

I waved to him and said goodbye before getting off the elevator, and let out a light sigh as the doors shut.

'God, what am I going to do?'

I walked into the usual sight; Steven passed out on the couch, various bottles of alcohol scattered around the small living room.
I cleaned up the bottles and placed them in the recycle bin quietly. I placed a soft blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch on him.

'When I look at him.. I just.. I don't feel happy.. I feel..almost...scared..?'

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought, but it kept coming back. I walked to my bedroom slowly, the thought still dancing around in my mind.

"Well, okay, m-maybe if I just- No, fuck this. I'm not making excuses for staying in this relationship anymore. I'm not happy. As soon as I get home from work tomorrow, I'll... I'll break up with him.." My voice trailed off as I stopped walking around the room, and fell onto the bed behind me.
I rolled to my side, clutching a cold pillow as a few tears slid down my cheeks.

'Am I that worthless? I can't even get out of a relationship I'm not happy in... I can't break up with him. I know he loves me. He loves me, he loves me.' I stopped and thought about it for a moment. 'Does he?'

••

I arrived on set the next morning, and looked around for Tom, thought to no avail.
My eyes were a bit red from crying last night, but I put on a little more makeup today to draw attention away from that.
I finally spot him, and quickly jogged up to him.

"Hey Tom, thanks again for last ni-"

"Yeah, of course Em. I had a lot of fun," He replied, giving me a small smile before jogging onto set.

A confused look grew on my face.

'That didn't seem like him.'

<Tom's POV>

I decided to stop hanging around Emma so much. I know it would only make things worse. It hurts to know that I can't have her, so it's easier if I just distance myself.
But I feel guilty doing so. I'm not a mean person. But this makes things easier.. Right?

<Emma's POV>

I went through the day not talking to Tom, or anyone for that matter. Except maybe a few small talks with Lily in between her breaks. She'd become a friend at work, and I loved talking to her.
It was strange not talking to Tom, we'd usually talk between takes. But it was alright, I'm sure he was busy anyways.

"Tom," I called out, walking up to him.

He turned and walked away shortly after, not even glancing at me.

'Alright, that's enough.'

I sped up and grabbed his arm, causing him to stop and turn around.

"Oh hey Em, I-"

"Tom, please stop ignoring me," I cut him off. "I understand if you don't want to talk to me, really, I do. But you could at least tell me that, and not be so cold? What's up with you lately?"

He sighed and looked down, seemingly thinking about something. He looked back up at me, and grabbed my arm gently, guiding me out of the building. I followed along confusedly, until we stopped just outside an alleyway a few buildings down.

"Look, Em," He started, letting go of my arm and facing me. "I'm sorry that I've been avoiding you. I've just been busy, and-"

"Please, cut the bullshit. You're not just busy, Tom."

He sighed, looking at me guiltily. "Alright. Listen, I know it's not my place, but.. You shouldn't be with Steven."

My eyes grew wide. "I'm sorry?"

"I know how that sounds, and-"

"No you're right, it's not your place. What does that even mean?" I replied shortly, crossing my arms.

"I know that I might be crossing a line here, that I'm probably going on about something that's none of my business and that I don't know about. But as far as I'm concerned, Steven doesn't love you."