Being Famous...{a Zendaya and Tom Holland FANFIC} COMPLETED

Thirty Seven

This story is coming to an end. After two freakin years (it will be three years as of Mar 2021). Holy crap. Thanks to everyone who stuck this crazy story out until the end. I didn't realize this was the direction I wanted to take the story until about half way through writing it. But here we are. I love y'all sm!
-kitkat

Tom's POV

This better work, I thought to myself.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk," I said out loud.

"You sure?" Jacob, who was in my room, asked. "It's like two a.m.."

"Yeah, I just need to clear my head," I sighed. 

"Okay, well, it's dark out there, be careful," Jacob looked back down at his phone.

"I will," I headed for the door, "I'll be back in a few."

I left my room and headed towards the elevator. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and my palms were getting clammy. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. Once the elevator opened, I stepped out and headed outside.

I found the darkest sideway and walked towards it. Just breathe Tom, it's going to be okay-

"Tom?"

I turned around, "Yara! What are you doing here?"

"I came to surprise Zendaya, are you okay?" she looked at me with concern.

"Yeah," I swallowed. "I just.. I just... my head is spinning."

I sat down on the sidewalk, "I'm really dizzy."

"Here, let me help you," she came and sat down next to me. I felt her hand go to back and I tensed. "Just relax, it's gonna be okay."

"Thanks," I rubbed my temples with the palms of my hands.

"Is it Zendaya? Is she stressing you out?"

"Yeah."

"I honestly don't know why you put up with that, with her..."

I looked up at her in surprise.

"Look, don't get me wrong, I love Zendaya, but she destroys whoever she's in a relationship with."

"What do you mean?"

"Tevor. He and Zendaya dated and she hurt him. She dumped him and moved on so quickly."

"Weren't they like sixteen?"

"It doesn't matter!" she shouted and I flinched. She said again, softly this time, "it doesn't matter how old they were. She hurt him. And I can't get close to him now because of it."

"Yara-"

"And now I have to hurt her," her demeanor changed to something more... cynical.

"Yara..."

"And the only way to do that is to hurt you," she looked at me.

"Yara wait!"

She pulled out a knife and held it to my torso, "get up!"

I put my hands up and stood slowly. She stood too.

"Come with me or I'll stab you," she growled. I nodded and she slowly walked me into the hotel. She hid the knife in between us so no one could see it. She pushed me onto a vacant elevator and said, "click the floor."

"So it was you," I said quietly. "You hurt Jacob and Laura and Tony... you had Z robbed."

"Yes, it was me," she snapped, "surprise! I'm the mastermind behind it all."

"Why?"

"Shut up!" she pressed the knife into my back and I whimpered.

The elevator opened on our floor and Yara said, "take me to Z's door."

I led her to Zendaya's room.

"Knock!" she growled. I knocked.

"Come in!" I heard Z shout from inside.

I opened the door and we both went inside. Zendaya came out of the bathroom and gasped, "Yara! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," Yara said and then pulled the knife out into plain sight.

"Yara what the hell!" Zendaya put her hands up immediately.

"Cut the innocent act Zendaya!" Yara held the knife to my neck, "or I'll slit his throat!"

"Woah woah! Yara! What's going on? What are you talking about?" Zendaya said desperately.

"I did it Z. It was me. I hurt Laura. And Jacob. And Tony. And now I'm gonna hurt you."

"W-Why? I thought we were friends?"

"You took everything from me!" she dug the knife into my neck a little more. I whimpered. "All Trevor talks about is you, you, you. Zendaya this. And Zendaya that. Every freakin audition I go to, the directors ask me 'Can you be more like Zendaya?' or 'channel your inner Zendaya'. No body wants to hire me anymore, they just want a Zendaya copy cat. All the comments on my Instagram about me being a Zendaya copycat. You ruined me! Everything bad in my life is because of you! I hate you!"

There were tears in Zendaya's eyes.

"I-..." she was speechless.

"Now I'm going to take the most precious thing to you and frame your father," she said.

"No, no, Yara wait!" Zendaya said. "Please, stab me, hurt me, do whatever, but leave my friends alone. Leave Tom alone."

I gulped. The knife was really close to my neck.

"Aw, how cute," Yara laughed. "You're begging for your British boy's life! Adorable..."

"Yara, please," there were tears streaming down Zendaya's face.

"Let me think, nah!" Yara said, "any last words Holland?"

I looked at Zendaya as Yara pressed the knife closer to me, "Zendaya, I love you."

She froze.

"I always have. Your laugh, your smile, I'm madly in love with everything about you..."

She was full on crying now.

"Please tell Patty I love him. And my mum and the twins too," my voice broke.

"Ugh, enough already," Yara said. "Welcome to the beginning of hell bitch."

I shut my eyes.

"Hands up!" someone behind me said. "Drop the knife and hands up now!"

I heard the sound of the knife clattering to the ground.

"Yara Shahidi, you're under the arrest for the attempted murder of Jacob Batalon, Anthony Revolori, Laura Harrier, Thomas Holland, and the staging of the attempted robbery of Zendaya Colemen."

I opened my eyes and saw Yara being taken away by police.

"This won't be the last time you hear from me Zendaya, I will find you, and I will kill you!" she shouted as they dragged her away.

"Holy shit," Zendaya ran her fingers through her hair, a slight smile on her face. "Holy shit. I can't believe that work, Tom. It actually worked!"

She ran into my arms and hugged me tight. I smiled too, "yeah, it worked."

See this whole thing was apart of the plan. When Zendaya told the others about her speculations of Yara, we hatched a plan to catch her in the act. What we didn't anticipate was that she had a weapon, good thing we had the police on standby. And I was recording the whole thing from my phone pocket for evidence.

"Did you really mean what you said?" Zendaya pulled away and looked at me. Her eyes were red, her nose was tinted red too, but she still looked absolutely breathtaking. "About me..."

It's now or never...

"Yeah, Z, I'm kinda, sorta in love with you..."