The one and only (Tom Holland - new version)

Chapter 8

*Olive's POV*

I woke up alone in Tom's bed. I felt cold and borrowed one of Tom's hoodies. It smelled nice. It smelled like him. As I went downstairs, the smell of waffles greeted me. I rubbed my eyes and sat down in the chair closest to where he was standing.

"How are you holding up?" He kissed me on the cheek and smiled sympathetically. I knew he was referring to right now and last night when he woke up to me crying.

"I-," I was lost for words. How could I possibly explain what I'd felt last night? No words could ever be strong enough to describe the agonizing pain I was going through. "I'm alive." His face dropped and he picked me up in his arms and embraced me tightly.

"What happened last night?" He pressed and pushed my chin up so my eyes met his.

"Awful scenarios..." I trailed off. "My mom dying... you leaving me..." He furrowed his brows but let me continue. "Suicide..." His face turned to stone, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I kept scanning his face for the smallest sign of any emotion, but I found nothing.

"Tom, darling?" I caressed his cheek and pulled away from the hug. He avoided eye contact.

"Olive, I would never leave you," his eyes met mine and they seemed a tad darker then usually. "I would never hurt you in any way, let alone let you hurt yourself." He grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer again.

"Olive, promise me you won't do anything stupid," he stared me down and looked for any kind of answer in my face. "Olive, promise me."

"I promise, Tom. It was only a-" I assured him, but he cut me off.

"Just thinking about it is already not a good thing and I am pretty sure the thing with your mom wasn't the reason for it. It was merely the drop that made your cup overflow," he kept staring. Emotionless. He was right. He was one hundred percent right, but I could never admit such a thing.

"Relationships work best if both parts are honest," he added. My eyes dropped to the floor, and he got his answer. He pulled me into a hug, and I heard him sniffle next to my ear.

"Which means I should probably also come clean," he sobbed and pulled back. I furrowed my brows and looked at him. What was he talking about?

"We start shooting Far From Home tomorrow, which means we won't se each other as much as I'd like. Of course, we will have the evenings together, but I don't think you'll want to see me anymore," his eyes were teary, and he made me sit down in a chair as he fell to his knees in front of me.

"Tom, you're scaring me," he couldn't even bare to look me in the eye.

"Olive, I have a girlfriend," he cried out.

My world came crashing down again and I would never get used to it, which sucked. He was already taken? He. Had. A. Girlfriend? Of course, he did, how could he not?

I stood up and pushed past him. I was so done being in Italy. Done being anywhere.

"Olive, I don't love her! I love you and I love you more than words could ever describe," he grabbed my arm and tried to convince me having a girlfriend apparently didn't matter. Coward.

"I am done with this, with you, with everything. Let me go!" I shook my arm loose and tried to storm out, but that boy just wouldn't leave me alone.

"Darling, you don't understand. She's cheating on me, and I've tried to break up with her on several occasions, but Marvel won't let me until I found someone new. Now I have. Olive, I love you," he continued as if it would make it any better. I stopped in my tracks.

"Why would Marvel ever say that? And why should they have an impact on your love-life?" I scowled and shoved him further away from me.

"I was young and naïve, I just signed the contract without reading it first," he whined. "In the beginning, Zendaya and I really did have a great connection, but then suddenly she would constantly end up in my co-star's bed. Marvel wanted the illusion to keep going for as long as possible but now I've found you," he pleaded and carefully took a step closer to me.

"Olive Tigerlily May, you're the one and only. My one and only," he slowly crept closer to me. "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. Darling, my heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own. Please don't leave me, give me another try. I don't care how complicated this gets; I still want you." His words hit me right where it hurts. So beautiful, yet so wrong. You're not supposed to date someone who, first of all, lies, second, has a girlfriend. Who says I'm not his next mistake, his next naïve mistake, I thought and made up my mind.

"Thank you for the kind words, they were very touching, but giving someone a second chance is like giving them another bullet because they missed the first one," I whispered as tears fell down my cheeks. Tom looked at me in disbelief. Hurt. He was hurt. Just like me.

I left him there. It took quite a while, but I walked all the way home to Halima's parents house, where her mother greeted med. She saw how hurt I was and didn't say much, instead she comforted me and made me a delicious bowl of pasta, even though I wasn't that hungry. Heaven sent was what she was. She did ask a few questions about it, but it was hard for me to talk about. All of it.

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Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson: "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever."

Quote by Liana Radulescu: "My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own."