It's Only You // t.h.

42 - REAL LIFE

~ TOM ~ 

"So, I heard that you're still talking to that girl." Tom almost dropped his fork and quickly looked up at Zendaya. She was staring at her food, moving it around with her fork but clearly not eating any of it. 

"Harrison told you?" Tom asked, figuring it was best to not beat around the bush. 

"Yup." She finally looked up at him. Tom was surprised that he couldn't place the emotion on her face and in her eyes. Anger? Sadness? Disbelief? 

Nothing? 

They continued to look at each other, neither talking nor moving. Tom became vaguely aware of a group of people appearing outside the restaurant, taking pictures and trying to get Tom and Zendaya's attention. 

"Are you mad?" Tom finally asked. 

"I don't know." She put her fork down. "I'm not hungry anymore," she said before standing up. Tom quickly followed. 

"What do you want to do then?" he asked as he followed her outside after tossing several ten-dollar bills onto the table. 

"I want to go home." The group that Tom saw earlier rushed them, each asking for a picture, or an autograph. 

Zendaya was completely ignoring them, forcing herself through the crowd that was quickly growing. Tom moved his way around them, mumbling an apology every now and then. 

"Zendaya, wait!" Tom rushed after her, noticing that she seemed to be walking faster and faster. "Zendaya!" 

"I don't want to talk to you," she said without turning to face him. 

"Zendaya, please-" She abruptly turned around, and Tom was shocked to see tears in her eyes. 

"Leave me alone," she whispered before walking off. Tom stood speechless as she went, not knowing what to do next. 

"Zendaya," he called weakly. She made no move to indicate that she had heard him calling. The crowd seemed to notice that something was off between Tom and Zendaya, and they didn't try to pursue any more photos. 

Without thinking, Tom sprinted after Zendaya, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him. 

"Tom, I don't want-" Tom quickly pressed his lips against hers, holding it for a moment. When he pulled away, he looked up at her, unsure of what to expect. 

"Well?" he whispered. "Do you feel anything?" She didn't answer immediately. 

"Do you?" she whispered before walking away without waiting for his response.