This is a request from my BFF, Gray, who is indeed a girl. Gray gave me the prompt Tom Holland. I had no idea how to do this, so I asked a few friends. In this, the reader just shot a movie with Tom Holland and their characters are in love or what ever. But in real life she's dating Timothee Chalamet, who gets jealous after watching an interview of the main characters. So without further ado, enjoy!
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"You two were just casually sitting hand in hand, sorry for not appreciating it!" I yell at Gray, who blinks.
"I'm sorry that my anxiety decided strike at that moment," Gray mumbles. I shake my head, trying not to spiral out of control. Gray bites her lip, running a hand through her dirty blonde hair. (Shout our to my keyboard for trying to turn blonde to bitch.)
"You could've hidden your hands behind you or something! Now everyone is speculating that we broke up!" I say, maybe a little louder than I thought.
"I Tweeted that it wasn't true! I posted on Instagram that it wasn't true! I posted on Facebook that it wasn't true! I released a YouTube video that it wasn't true! I've said it in interviews that we are together, and that Tom and I are not! I've tried my hardest, but I can't make it stop immediately!" That was the first time Gray has ever raised her voice at me.
"You have no right to come into my house and scream in face like that, Grayson Carrian Hammer!"Wrong move, Timmy Tim, wrong move.
"Then I'll pack my stuff and leave!" Gray shouted.
"You do that! And while you're at it, take the shit your brother left!" I scream. Gray stands up, and grabs Armie's jacket, before grabbing hers. Gray runs upstairs, returning with a duffle full of her stuff.
"I'll have Arm pick me up," Gray mumbles. I know she hates taking cabs, and I'm the one who drove her over to my place. I try to be calm and apologize, but I'm just too upset.
"Wait, Gray, don't, Grayson I'm sorry. Will you please just fuckiyng look at me!" I whisper. We have fought before, but it was never this bad. I usually sleep on my couch, and let Gray have the bed. Until it gets cold and I cuddle with her.
"I'm done! I can't be with you, if your going to push my anxiety aside, just to stop the fans from spreading rumors. I mean you know I'm in love with you, and I assume that you are in love with me... Tim we don't have to worry about it!" Gray sighs, pulling her bomber jacket on.
"I know, baby, I just don't even wanna think about you leaving me for him! Ok I've loved you since highschool, and I don't wanna let you go. You know I love you, and I'm sorry for yelling. I'm also sorry for making it seem like I don't worry about your health. It was stupid." I say, wrapping my arms around Gray. She nods, and lays her head on my chest, and I feel her breathing slow down to normal.
"It does not mean that I am forgiving you, got it? It only means that I am staying one more night." And with that, Gray slid off he jacket, and went to unpack.
"You will be the death of me, Grayson Hammer," I mumble, chuckling to myself.
Ok I need inspiration so please either message me or comment some requests
