Short chapter sorry
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"Just leave me alone, Y/n." Tom said angrily, throwing his arms in the air before he rested one of his arm against the wall, pressing his forehead against the wall as well.
"Fine," You said, blinking the tear that was welling up your eyes away before you turned around and stomped up into your guy's room.
For a few months, Tom wasn't being himself around you. You guys barely have a good conversation with each other. You guys barely say 'I love you' to each other and when you guys do, you guys didn't mean it. You guys had no idea what happened to you guys.
You laid on your shared bed, burying your face into the white pillow, staining it slightly with your mascara but you couldn't care less. You spent hours crying on the bed, wishing that Tom would come in the room and cuddle you, but he didn't. In fact, he didn't come into the room at all that night, he left you sleeping alone, crying until there were no tears left.
"Tom, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." he snapped at you and continued to scroll down on his phone eyebrows narrowed angrily.
"Are you sure, these days you seem very moody." You stated, looking up at him from the sofa.
"I said I'm fine Y/n, gosh you're so annoying." Tom shook his head, stood and went upstairs, leaving you worried and sad.
You missed the times when you guys tell each other anything, even if it was about each other. After a while, you decided to go upstairs and into your shared bedroom. Tom was already asleep, his arms crossing over his chest as laid there.
Tom opened his eyes when he felt your side of the bed dipping from your weight. He let out a frustrated sigh and shift closer to the edge of the bed, trying to stay away from you. Your heart clenched when you noticed him doing that, you bit your bottom lip trying not to cry from the pain you were feeling.
"If you don't want me near you then you can just say so." You closed your eyes, gulping down the lump in your throat. You lifted the cover off you and stood up.
After a while of you thinking downstairs you went into the room Tom was in and grabbed a tight black dress from your closet as Tom watched you carefully.
You went into the bathroom, showered and put your dress on. Tom was still awake when you walked out of the room, your black purse in your small hand. You called your best friend, making sure that she was still coming with you.
"So what's up with you and Tom?"
"I don't even know, I've been trying to figure out what's up with him but he wouldn't say anything, he just shuts me out." You said, sipping your drink as the music played in the background.
"Don't stop trying, maybe he's just going through something." You best friend said, placing her hand on your arm.
"Well then he better tell me."
That night you went home at 4 am, stumbling into the flat. You woke Tom up when you crashed into one of the table in the room. Tom squinted his eyes in the darkness, sitting up.
"Ow," you groaned, blinking your eyes, steadying yourself.
"Where the fuck were you?" Tom asked, standing up from the bed, stomping toward you. He grabbed on your arms with his strong hands, literally pushing you against the wall.
"I don't know." You answer, your eyes drooping sleepily. "Leave me alone." You pushed him away, strolling to the bed, laying on it like a blob of potato.
"What's wrong with you Tom? What happened to us." You asked randomly. "We used to tell each other everything, we never have any secrets and then it all changed when you came back from the set. What's weighing us down?" You continued.
"I don't know." Tom said, sadly, sitting on the edge of the soft bed. He was looking down at the floor in the dark. "My feelings?"
"Your feelings!?" You said dramatically, throwing your arms into the air.
"Feelings changed, Y/n." Tom stated, turning his head around to look at you, feeling bad for you.
"Huh?" You asked, sitting up.
"I like someone else, Y/n." Tom lied but the truth was that he didn't want you to suffer because he was always on set. Most of the time when you guys call, you guys would be crying because you guys missed each other. Every year, he was in more and more movies, he wanted the pain to stop, by making you hate him, like a person who's about to die because they don't want people to grief over them. (lame excuse I know)
"Oh that's fine.." You trailed, feeling disappointed. You might be drunk but you understood every words he had said that night. "Then we should break up." You suggested, knowing that it was the right thing to do.
"Yeah." Tom's voice broke as he nodded silently.
That morning, you guys didn't sleep together like the usual. Tom slept on the couch, crying his eyes out as you did the same with yours. You cuddled with his pillow, tears spilling out of your eyes just like every other day.
It was very hard for Tom to keep something away from you, but it was for the best, at least that was what he thought. He had the fight the urge to tell you everything on his mind, but he couldn't bear to have you missing him, he had to make you hate him. That was his goal from the start.
The next few days, you started packing your things out of Tom's flat, you spilled some tears while you were collecting your things. Tom was also crying in the other room, trying his hardest not to stop you. The pain in your chest was unbearable.
You stood in front of the flat, staring at it silently. The boxes were in your arms as you fought the urge to not cry. You turned around, ready to leave when someone called for you.
"Y/n!" You heard Harrison, called from the flat that Tom was in.
"Harrison." You sniffed.
"Do you know the real reason?"
"Real reason to what?"
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I hate this chapter tbh but I need to post something, sorry for ruining your days.
