The picture was trending, basically everywhere. I cursed out loud at the fact that there was a picture of me and Tom having sex on the internet. Not only that, but it meant that there was some creepy stalker guy anywhere near us.
I'm thankful that the picture had us under the sheets, but that means there are probably other pictures where we—aren't.
What if he's in the house?! There's no neighbors near us for at least two miles. I turned and immediately woke up Tom.
"Yes?! What's wrong?" He shot up as I shook him.
"There's a picture of us having sex online! We're under the sheets, but that means there's some stalker guy! It's number one on trending!" I exclaimed. His eyes went wide as I showed him my phone.
"Shit..." He trailed off. I called Zendaya.
"Bella! What the fuck! Are you ok?! How have you been?!" She exclaimed.
"Well, after trying to have a relaxing weekend with my boyfriend, I wake up to a picture of us doing the do on the internet! So I'd say I'm doing swell," I said sarcastically.
"God, this sucks. I'm gonna tweet about it. You guys should too. Just say something like 'Wow, we're a normal couple who does normal couple things. How surprising.'" She said and I breathed deeply.
"Ok. I'm bringing this to the police, along with both of Tom and I's security," I said remotely calm.
"Of course. I'll see you when you get home, text me! Love you!" She replied.
"Love you," I frowned and ended the call.
I just couldn't get over the fact that someone had taken that picture. The thing is, it wasn't like like they were far away. The room was on the first floor, and the picture seemed like it had only been taken a few feet away.
"Bella, you know I'll keep you safe, right? I mean, I'd seriously do anything for you to be ok," Tom said, as if reading my thoughts.
I turned to him, stress coursing through every single inch of me, "We need to leave. Now."
I wrapped a blanket around me and shut the curtains, this time, making sure there was no way to see in. I began packing as Tom got up, heading to make us some quick breakfast.
Once I finished packing my things, I packed up Tom's. I laid out an outfit for him as well, then headed downstairs.
"I'm gonna tweet about it," I said. Tom ate silently, staring out into space. I don't blame him, both of us were completely humiliated.
@bellawilson Wow. Just wow. It's crazy, ya know. It's crazy that celebrity couples do normal couple things. It's also crazy celebrity couples can't have a relationship without some creep messing it up. It's Tom and I. We're the celebrity couple.
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@zendaya I'm literally disgusted with society rn. At least your fan base is amazing, babe💘
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@username Bella, coming from what I've seen from your fans, we're all on your side. A little shocked, of course, but we're all down with killing whoever took that picture
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@username Homegirls u better stay safe that's dangerous‼️‼️‼️
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@username Ok but like my bisexual ass may or may not of saved that to my camera roll
Tom posted about it on his own terms, but after breakfast we quickly hand washed the dishes, cleaned everything, and headed out to the car.
We got in, and began driving. Except, the car didn't.
"What the hell..." Tom muttered, pressing the gas hard.
We both got out only to discover all the tires had been popped. Now I was getting into my head, freaked out wise.
To make it even better, Tom noticed a note on the windshield. It was typed out. I read it over his shoulder.
Holland. Wilson. Great to...meet you. Well, at least not yet. This was just a taste of what I can do. Go ahead, bring this to the police, do what you must, but I won't be stopped.
You see, I could strike whenever and wherever the hell I want to. Neither of you would expect it. I mean, you clearly didn't expect this. I'll only take out my anger on you two, though. I mean, you've made it clear you're each other's weaknesses. So it's not like you don't have one.
As for who I am, that will remain a mystery to you both. I could be someone close, or I could just be, like you posted about just an hour ago, a creepy stalker. I'll let you go home peacefully, but just know that you are never safe.
Sincerely, truly, adoringly,
The 5th US President
My heart rate stopped. Everything stopped, really. Reality was frozen. A note left last night would be one thing. But he mentioned a post I had made only an hour ago.
Which means he had time to pop all the tires, write the note, print it, and (hopefully) leave in an hour.
"Tom..." I started tearing up, shaking violently. I wasn't one to have panic attacks or anything, but I was freaking the fuck out.
"Shhh," He hugged me and held my head. Once again, the feeling of safety washed over me. I felt ok.
"I'm gonna call Daya for a ride, you'll be ok," Tom said, pulling out his phone.
He said he'd explain later, and I don't blame him. Hell, the stalker could be anywhere.
"Bella, I'm gonna tell you something, and you have to promise not to freak out, ok?" Tom asked.
"Say it, please," I begged.
"It's back in my trailer, but I have what's called a concealed carry. It's basically a license to bring a gun with me wherever I want to. I usually just bring it on trips, but now it's coming with me everywhere. I didn't tell you just in case you'd get freaked," He explained.
"You're good, don't worry. I don't blame you for wanting safety," I frowned as Zendaya's car pulled up.
We practically threw our bags and ourselves in the back. Tom explained everything while I called my dad and explained everything as well.
God, what would happen next?
omg plot twist
pay close attention to the details to try and figure out what's the sitch
they don't die, don't worry.
jk...unless?
IM JOKING THEYRE FINE DONT WORRY HOES
(love u)
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Homeward Bound ✦ T. Holland
Fanfiction[BOOK TWO] you really thought marvel's cutest couple would end?
