A Fighting Chance (Tom Holland AU) [2]

Ten

As we stood by baggage claim, I looked over at Ali. "You actually flew someone in to surprise me?"

"Yes, but to be fair, it wasn't my idea. I'm just the one executing it." She smiled gently. "And don't worry, I did tell them about the change that happened, and they understand."

"I love you." I grinned, laying my head on her shoulder. I then noticed a big wave of people entering the baggage claim from the terminals.

"Love you too, Gracie." Ali took my hand, squeezing it as we both scanned the crowd for anyone we knew. Of course, Ali knew who to look for; I was just scanning for a familiar face.

I soon found one--rather, I found a familiar head of platinum blonde hair in a top knot. "Leetle!" I let go of Ali to hug her tightly.

"Beeg!" Beth smiled as she hugged me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Ali told me what's going on. Are you a bit calmer now?" I took a deep breath, and she sighed. "Tell me in the car, okay?"

"Okay." I smiled softly as we let go.

Once the three of us were in the car, I took a deep breath. "Tom basically accused me of cheating on him with Ryan." The two girls were completely shocked at my statement, and as I told my story, they gave me a sympathetic look. 

"I see why you were pissed, babe." Beth reached back and held my hand from the passenger seat, and Ali nodded.

"You should still talk to him, though." I nodded at Ali's statement, taking a deep breath.

Once we were back at the house, I could see Zendaya and Steph on the couch with a movie and a few pieces of pizza. As soon as I locked eyes with Daya, she set her pizza down. "He hasn't left the guest room. Harrison went in there pretty much as soon as you went to the airport." I sighed, thanking her before I made my way to the room and knocked on the door. Harrison opened the door, and I took a deep breath.

 "Can I talk to Tom in private?" I bit my lip, and Haz nodded before letting me in and stepping out. Once we were both alone, I took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Tom was sitting with his hands folded together, looking at the door. "I want to apologize, baby. I completely flipped shit earlier."

"Yeah, you did." He was playing with his hands, and he didn't look up. I sighed as I sat down next to him.

"I was just so surprised to know you were thinking that I'd even consider that. You mean the whole world to me, Tom, and I'd never."

"Hmm." He kept looking down, and I let out a huff.

"Is there a reason you're not answering me, Tom?" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Usually, it took effort for him to take his eyes off of me. What on Earth was going on?

"Grace, you know damn well why I said what I did." When he finally looked up at me, I was taken aback. If looks could kill, I would probably be dead where I stood.

"No, Tom, I don't. Why did you say that?" I took a deep breath, not wanting to get angry again.

"Because you and Ryan are so close, and it's hard not to see the intimacy you two have together." There was an unknown fire in his eyes, and I was shocked. I couldn't believe this was really happening. 

"We're good friends, yes. And it's just that--we're friends."

"That better be all I see for Mamma Mia! then."

"Tom, we're actors for fuck's sake! Being in love is our fucking job for Mamma Mia!" I couldn't hold my anger in any longer. I was fucking pissed about all of it.

"Well then stop fucking acting like it outside of the show! It's starting to piss me off!"

"I'm sorry that my costar and I are good friends! I'd rather be friends with someone I have to act like I'm in love with than hate them!" I stood up, ready to get a full-blown fight going. We were in too deep to escape one now.

"What about me?! You and I are fucking engaged, Grace!"

"I know that! I already told you, the ring for the show is my engagement ring because it exemplifies my undying love!" When he stood up at that, I knew this was going to get ugly. I really hoped everyone downstairs couldn't hear this.

"Then why the fuck don't I believe you?!"

"I don't fucking know!"

"Grace, come on! You have to admit that you and Ryan are more than friendly!"

"No, I don't, Tom, because we fucking aren't!"

"Stop fucking lying to me!"

"I'm not fucking lying!" At that, Tom picked up a pillow and threw it directly at my face. As it laid down on the floor after hitting me, I looked down at the pillow. Tears welled in my eyes and slipped down my cheeks as I looked back up. "I'm not lying to you..." 

Tom had his back to me as he let out a huff and ran a hand through his hair, but as he turned around, he froze in his place. I wiped a tear gently as I sat down on the bed, grabbing the pillow he threw and hugging it tightly as I cried into it.

If I had looked up from the pillow, I would have seen the tears streaming down Tom's face as he stood for a minute before sitting and wrapping me tightly in his arms. "Grace..."

"I'm not lying," I whispered, biting my lip as I rested my head on his shoulder. He sighed gently at that, pressing his lips to mine.

"I'm so sorry." His voice was soft as he held me. "I shouldn't have said that. Any of it."

"Tom..."

"No. Stop." He whispered, gently pulling the pillow from my arms and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Your reactions were completely valid. There's no evidence you're cheating on me, and I see that now. I'm just the worst fiancé in the world."

"I love you." I looked up at him, and my voice cracked gently as more tears slipped down my cheeks.

"I love you too." He used his thumb to wipe my tears as he pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. As he pulled away, he smiled sadly. "I'm so sorry, my darling."

"Don't let me go. Please." He nodded gently, and soon the two of us were laying down to call it a night. With the lights all out, I took a deep breath as I held onto Tom. 

Maybe it was my history of trusting too easy, but I felt like everything was on its way to changing back to normal after this brief fighting match.

That wasn't quite true. We were nowhere near done with this conversation.

I'm not gonna lie, writing this was nowhere near easy. That's why they say fuck a lot. But, with a title like the one I have, everything being perfectly fine isn't going to work.

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