Temptation

80 - Hero

I've hung up on Madden out of anger. Tom can piss off. I text Tom, in hopes that he doesn't rat me out to Madden:

Don't fucking try anything with her.

Tom quickly responds back:

Chill out bro. Just trying to keep her company. She's allowed out of the house; she isn't your pet.

His words outrage me. I don't treat Madden like a pet, but I know how men are and even if we are friends, it will not stop him from being charming which can lead to Madden leaving me for him. Trust is a fucking funny thing. My mum fucked me up, people have always left me, and I know that if someone like Tom comes around, Madden will leave me. I'm nowhere near as charming as Tom: he donates to charity, he's fucking Spider-man, he loves his dog and I know that he treats woman with so much respect. Tom's past is nothing like mine and if Madden sees this in him, I can only guess that she will leave him for me. I trust Madden but trust is a brainless emotion that I cannot seem to accept.

Fine. But I swear to god, if you pull any bull shit—you're dead.

Tom clearly ignores me because he went from answering me so quickly to not responding to me at all.

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I find myself drifting into thought about what Madden is doing in London right now. She hasn't called me but then again, it's 12:30 in the afternoon here which means it's 6:30 in the evening there, so she is probably cooking dinner for herself—or for herself and Tom. "Hero?" The hosts tries to gain my attention back. "Sorry." "Something on your mind?" "No no. What did you ask me again?" The host continues to ask me more questions about the movie which I can't really answer because of the confidentiality agreement and then starts to pry into my personal life, as they all do. "When can we expect a wedding?" He asks. Madden and I haven't really talked about a date for the wedding, I know that she is going to be doing most of the planning while I am gone but no date has been set in stone yet.

That interview was rubbish and I'm bloody thankful it's fucking done. I join DJ in the car and scroll through my schedule to see that I've got the night off and don't need to be in Michigan until Sunday night which basically gives me two days off. "I'm going home for the night tomorrow." DJ questions my decision and I explain to him why I'm so ticked off. DJ being a huge supporter of Madden and because he loves Tom Holland as Spider-man, tells me I am overreacting and that it's all in my head. "In my head or not, I want to go see my girl." DJ can't argue with me, so instead of going to the hotel that we booked months ago, we take our bags back to the airport and I purchase tickets for the first flight out of Texas and to London.

With no time to call the pilot of the private jet and fly home, I take the next flight out to London. We wait in the V.I.P. area, made for politicians and celebrities of the airport for three hours which makes it now Saturday morning in London. I walk on the plane and all of the passengers start freaking out at the sight of me. Because of the timing and the need I had to get home, there was only two seats left on this flight and it's completely packed with people. I sit beside the window and DJ takes the aisle so that no one can disturb me but that doesn't stop most people. Parents and children approach DJ when the pilot allowed them to stand, asking for permission to speak with me and then asking for autographs and because we are stuck here, I have no choice but to sign the napkins they bring to me. When we land in London, it's the early evening and I know Madden isn't home because when we land, I receive a text from her.

Tom just picked me up for the premier. I'll text you when we get to his house.

I appreciate the message from her; it shows me that even when she is mad, she still respects me enough to keep me updated on her location. Her being gone is actually useful for me, it gives me time to get some sleep and get ready for Tom's party.