It's Only You // t.h.

28 - REAL LIFE

~ TOM ~ 

Tom's eyes  were glued to his phone as the E! article stared back at him. He couldn't believe it. 

Someone had photographed him kissing you. 

His mind started racing, and he wondered if either you or Zendaya had seen the article. Suddenly, his phone started ringing, making him jump. He glanced down at the called ID and his heart almost stopped. 

Zendaya. 

He swallowed nervously and picked up the phone, answering it. 

"Hey Z," he said. 

"You've got some explaining to do," she said, her voice low and dangerous. Tom swallowed again, Zendaya's voice making him even more nervous. 

"I don't know what came over me," he said. "I just. . . did it." 

"So it was you and not her?" 

"What do you mean?" Zendaya sighed angrily on the other side of the line. 

"She didn't try to kiss you first?" 

"No, it was me." Tom rubbed his hand over his face. "If anything, she didn't want me to kiss her." 

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" It almost sounded like she was scoffing him. 

"Because you're my girlfriend." 

"Well I guess it's good someone remembered," she muttered. 

"Z-" 

"My name is Zendaya," she growled, cutting him off. "Only my friends can call me Z." Tom licked his lips. 

"Zendaya, I'm sorry." 

"Are you now? Were you sorry that you kissed her? Or are you just sorry that you got caught?" 

"I don't now what I was thinking." 

"You keep saying that as if it makes it all better." 

"It doesn't, and I know that. It was wrong of me, and I'm sorry." Zendaya was silent for a moment. 

"I don't know what to think," she finally said, her voice suddenly softer. 

"Do you think you could give me a second chance?" Tom asked. 

"I don't know," she confessed. "You're not here, but you don't see me going around kissing other guys that I just met." She sighed. "What were you thinking?" Tom thought it was better to not answer that question. 

"I truly am sorry, Zendaya," he said, standing up from the bed and pacing around his room. "It won't happen again." 

"Will it?" she asked. Tom stopped pacing. 

"You don't believe me?" he whispered. 

"Would you believe me, Tom?" She sighed again, thinking. "I'll give you another chance," she said, "but you better not do this again." Tom nodded, even though Zendaya couldn't see him. 

"I won't," he promised. 

"Ok. I've got to go. Probably gotta say something about it." 

"I will, too. I'll tell everyone that it was nothing." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Tom was struck by Zendaya's reluctance. 

"What? Don't you want me to?" 

"Well, yeah, but you've got to remember that girl's feelings, too. What even is her name?" Tom swallowed. 

"Y/N." 

"Make sure you work this out with her." 

"Ok." There was a pause. "Talk to you later?" 

"Sure." Zendaya ended the call. Tom tossed his phone onto his bed and took a deep breath. He knew that the conversation he needed to have with you would be stressful and awkward. 

"This sucks," he mutter, falling face-first onto the bed and burying his head into a pillow. 

~~~ 

A/N: Guess who's baaaaack