Status: In the Midst

The Truth Comes Out.

Tom Holland

After I woke up, I drowsily stood up and went to the bathroom, trying not to make too much noise.

I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and then I put on a clean hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Then, I went into the kitchen and began to make some coffee and breakfast.

While I opened up the fridge to get some milk, I noticed that Zara began to wake up.

I poured her some water and got an aspirin.

She sat up against the couch and put a hand over her eyes.

"Oh fuck, where am I?" She almost never swore. She must've really been confused. She slowly removed her hand and looked around my flat.

"You're at my flat."

Zara then began to massage her temples, "Shit, how did I end up here? I'm so sorry Tom, I don't even remember anything that happened last night, I must've interrupted you and-oh god I can't believe I got so drunk..."

I walked over towards her with the water and aspirin and handed them to her.

"Harrison told me that you guys were meeting up for drinks. Then, he said that when he got there, you were kinda drunk. So, he brought you to my flat and here we are."

"I'm so sorry. Addison-did I interrupt? I'm so sorry Tom, I seriously don't remember anything and I really do apologize if I messed up anything and if I interrupted... I can leave right now," she said in a panicked voice.

I sat down beside her on the couch. "Don't, it will make your hangover worse. Besides, we're not filming, and don't worry about Addison."

She gave me this look of guilt. "Thank you, for everything, seriously."

"Of course, love." For a few seconds, we both fell silent.

"Oh wait! I do remember a little bit... my memory is starting to come back to me. I drank a ton of scotch, and you know that I barely drink, so I guess you know the outcome. Well, I had too much and I got way too wasted."

"Damn, that's some hard stuff," I commented, quite surprised that Zara would drink something so concentrated in alcohol. She just wasn't that type, but who was I to judge, I don't mind a beer every now and then.

"Ugh, what is that smell?" She grabbed onto her hair and looked at it with a disgusted face. "Is that puke?"

I began to laugh, "You vomited a lot last night. There's a shower if you want-it's the door on the right in that hall. I can get you a sweater if you want," I added.

For a few seconds, she hesitated. "That would be great. Thank you so much, Tom. Seriously, I owe you big time," she said, finishing the glass of water and slowly standing up.

She began to wobble and then reached out towards me. I caught her arm and helped her walk towards the washroom.

"I'm so sorry for being so intrusive. I seriously would've never guessed that I'd be here. I feel awful about Addison and I'm sorry for just leaving you straight after we finished our scene last night. I just felt so... lost afterwards. And Harrison invited me out for drinks earlier that day and I knew that I might need one or two."

"Seriously, don't worry about it," I said holding onto her as we slowly walked towards the washroom. "There's something you should know about Addison. But, you should shower first, you do smell," I said, causing her to laugh.

"Fair enough, Holland," she said smiling. She put a hand on the wall of the bathroom for stability.

"I'll grab that hoodie of mine," I added, leaving the washroom.