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Sis you would be nothing without Tom.
You're ugly.
Zendaya fits him better.
Zendaya is real and you're just a PR stunt.
You're so rude.
Tom doesn't deserve you.
Just break up with him.
Everyday was the same thing. Never had a chance to catch a break from all the hate I got for being with my boyfriend. Sometimes his fans made sense. Zendaya did fit him better than I did, if I wasn't with Tom. I too, would probably think they were together. I mean there is a bunch of evidence and every year it seems like more and more stuff come out. Yet, after many interviews, posts, stories, photos, fan meets. Tom's fans can't wrap the fact that he and I are indeed together.
Today Tom comes home but the day before, it's been said that Tom and Zendaya spent a night in the same hotel, away from the cast. It got me anxious, made me feel insecure. Like, what would they be doing sleeping in a different hotel that is away from the cast? It didn't make sense.
It's obvious they're together, every time he goes to LA. He goes straight to her house.
They share clothes.
They're always so close to each other.
You and Tom don't look at each other the same way he and Z do.
"Babe?" Tom called out. I placed my phone down and stood up from the couch with a smile on my face. Months away always felt like years. I loved the feeling of him coming home, the excitement and the love. Always happy knowing he came home safe. I went up to my boyfriend and squeezed him in a hug, embracing his warmth and his scent. It felt like heaven feeling his strong arms wrap themselves around my body. I was enjoying it the best I can, burying my face into his neck and feeling his hot skin on my cheek and forehead, the rhythm of his breathing. This feeling always felt good when he came home.
"I'm so glad you're home." I mumbled to him, squeezing him a bit tighter.
"Me too," he smiled, rubbing my waist and then lower back, "I've missed you so much. Missed my pretty girl."
Pulling away, I gave him a gentle smile and walked back towards the living room as I rubbing my arms. I wanted to talk to him about what his fans have been saying but each time that happens we end up arguing. He also just got home. Do I really want to do that? Do I really want to upset Tom? I couldn't feel the way I do, I couldn't hold it in.
"Are we really doing this again?" Tom asked me, voice filled with disbelief and anger. He was annoyed and upset. Whereas, I, was hurt, angry, and upset. "Are we really doing this again?", he had the nerve to ask me that? I was taken back by it. Does he not see me hurting? Does he not see how upset I am? Does he not care? Are what they saying true?
