Sunsets (t.h.)
Summary: Tom and reader are having difficulties with their relationship. they both want to announce their relationship to the public but Tom is scared that fans are going to hate on reader because she was once a fan. she isn’t popular like him.
warnings: maybe some angst? texts in italics are flashbacks! (:
>>> SUNSETS PART 2 <<<
W/c: 1.9k
A/n: This is my first EVER fic!! i’ll be gladly taking criticisms! requests are open! send me an ask if you want to be added to my Sunsets tag! i’ll try to post pt.2 as soon as possible. sorry for the repost. tumblr’s shitting me
You prepared some popcorn to eat while watching your boyfriend’s interview. The interview went on and a question made you nervous.
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“Hey, love I think it’s time we talk about going public, what do you think?” Tom asked. You were laying on the couch, Brooklyn Nine-Nine playing at the TV screen in front of you. Laying on Tom’s lap while he softly brushed your tangled hair.
“I’d love that, babe” you replied almost mumbling, “but what did your manager say about that?”
“He’s alright with it,” Tom shrugged, “and I want to show you off to the entire world, I want them to see how beautiful and amazing you are,”
“You’re really something else,” you chuckled, “whenever you’re ready babe, “
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“So Tom, there are rumors going on about you and y/n l/n being in a relationship. Can you confirm anything about that?” Kimmel asks. The rest of the Avengers cast looked at Tom waiting for him to deny or agree to anything Kimmel just asked. They knew about you and Tom being in a relationship but they didn’t want to be involved with the rumors.
“Oh I- uh um,” Tom chuckled in response.
Why is he struggling? We already talked about this. He should’ve confirmed it by now. It’s been months since agreeing to go public. You thought.
For maybe about thirty seconds of waiting for Tom, he finally perched his head up to face Jimmy. “Um no, we’re not together. She’s just uh- a fan, which I met on tour. Yeah, so nothing’s going on at the moment.”
You immediately reached for the remote and turned the TV off as fast as you could bumping the popcorn making it scattered everywhere. You cried until your eyes hurt. You felt your chest tightening as you repeated what your boyfriend said on live television
‘She’s just a fan’
Ouch.
You and Tom met at one of his press tours for Homecoming, so you know to yourself you were just a lucky fan. You just got lucky, very lucky to be exact. But couldn’t he have just said you were friends? Then maybe you would have accepted him denying your romantic relationship with him. But no, apparently you were just another fan he met. Damn.
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The tour ended for just about a week after tom attending Jimmy Kimmel’s show. He’s excited to see you, but something hurts inside of him. He knew you watched the interview. You always have.
His heart was pounding in his chest like a hammer hitting a cloth. He stared at the door of your shared apartment and he fished for his keys in his pocket. He walked in dropping his bags on the floor while closing the door behind him.
“Hey y/n I’m home, babe.” Tom shouted plopping down on the sofa. It was silent. You were nowhere around. “Y/n?” Still silent.
He walked in the bedroom just to find half of the clothes in the closet were gone. It was just his clothes left hanging. He never admitted this to himself but he knew, he knew you would somehow move out. He was too fragile to wrap his head around the reality of you leaving him.
Tom fell on the well-made bed, smelling of your coconut shampoo. Uncontrollable tears fell from his big brown eyes. Sobbing intensely, pushing his head deeper to take in the scent. He knew you were excited in announcing your relationship with him and he just stepped on it like it was nothing.
You never really cared about what other people would say, you were carefree, you just want to go out in public with him. Go to the movies without Tom getting stopped by his fans and you standing awkwardly just…there. You admired his fans of course, but the feeling of being irrelevant made you sick. Being set aside while they gush over Tom, hurt you.
You were in a cafe near your new apartment, you were drinking iced coffee while doing some studying on your laptop. Your phone went off and a familiar name popped up on your screen.
Tom: y/n can we talk? Please talk to me.
Tom: let me explain, y/n. I miss you.
You were teary-eyed reading the messages. You knew this day would come, you knew you had to confront him soon. But not sooner than you thought. After about thirty minutes, you closed your laptop and opened your phone clicking on Tom’s message.
Me: Hey Tom. Let’s meet at the beach? Maybe before 6pm would be great. See you there.
You fought yourself from typing ‘I miss you too’ it was hard but you managed to not type it. It was 4:38PM so you still have an hour or so to prepare for meeting your boyfriend.
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You were sat on the picnic blanket that you spread out on the sand, listening to the calming waves as it splashed. There wasn’t anyone at the beach rather than you. Who would go to the beach in the middle of December? Apparently only you.
It was peaceful, unlike the past weeks without Tom. You were reminded of the text messages after his interview, you replied to him coldly, not wanting to have the conversation through the phone about what just happened.
“Y/n?” Tom was standing still when you looked up at him. You caught his eyes with yours, his eyes full of sadness and sincerity.
“Hey Tom,” you replied smiling at him. Tom immediately smiled back but he saw your eyes didn’t twinkle like the stars as it used to. “Come sit with me,” You patted the spot next to you which he completely obliged.
“Y/n I’m sorry, I’m really so-” He lets out a choke of sobs. You were watching him suffer but you don’t know what to do. “I hurt you and I’ll never forgive myself and I don’t- I don’t want to lose you y/n,”
“Tom, how can you say that to me? A fan? That’s what you can think of? Tom? I’m pretty sure you heard yourself say that, but never once have you thought of saying I’m a friend? Or I’m Harrison’s friend? You completely said I’m just a fan, cutting every relationship off Tom.” You paused to look at him. He has his hands covering his face to keep you from looking at his disheveled look.
You waited for him to respond as your tears fall freely from your cheeks. The waves don’t calm you anymore. It suddenly felt as though the waves were crashing down on the both of you. The ocean breeze kissing your cheeks made you shiver.
“I’m sorry y-y/n I don’t-“ Tom replied through his uncontrollable sobs, “I don’t think I’m ready for our relationship to be out there, you know? I’m scared, love. I’m scared that once we set our relationship to public you’ll get overwhelmed with everything.”
Love. You always felt safe with that nickname. But now it feels like a knife cutting through you.
“You don’t think I can handle everything? College, being a celebrity’s girlfriend, and being attacked by his fans? It would be a lot, yes but I would fight for us, Tom. But I guess you wouldn’t, and that’s okay. We’ll find ourselves together again Tom. You know that I love you right? I will, always.” You replied. “Maybe we need to take some time off our relationship, just to think about everything. I’m sorry,”
It hurts you to cut ties with your favorite person but you know it’s for the best. Tom has his career ahead, you want to be with him the day he’s accomplished everything. You’re already graduating, your relationship just adding extra stress to your finals. You have had enough.
It was silent for a moment. Tom stopped sobbing but tears are still falling off his eyes. He turned to completely look at you. You’re staring at the horizon, watching the sunset. Your tears falling down slowly as the sun does the same. The sun will sink as you start afresh just without each other for a while. There is no certainty that you both will end up together again. But he clings to every word you said. “We’ll find ourselves together again.”
Tom stared at your beautiful figure, as he thinks you are the sunset yourself.
“I-I guess you’re right, love. I’m sorry y/n. I love you, I love you so much.” With that Tom placed a long kiss on your forehead, eyes closing shut as he endured his last moment with you. He stood up and walked away. He doesn’t want to argue with you for your decision. He respects you with all his heart but it broke his heart to pieces when you broke up with him.
You stayed silent watching him walk away. You wanted to call out and run to him. You could, but you wouldn’t. You simply laid there and cried until the moon finally peaked.
You let yourself be sucked by your bed. Saying sorry to the pillow that’s catching all your tears. You loved sunsets and that was the last sunset you shared with him.
Now you hated sunsets. It disgusts you now but somehow you reminded yourself that you have to move on with your life or else you’ll be stuck there wanting him even more.
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You just bought iced coffee when you passed a bookstore on your way home. You walked inside letting the smell of books indulge your presence. You sipped your coffee while shuffling through books. You picked two books that you’d like to read.
You paid for the books then you made your way home, opening your door and plopping down the couch as you opened your new books. You read for a solid thirty minutes when a familiar name stumbled upon your eyes.
Tom. There was a character named Tom. You have never seen Tom since that day you broke it off with him. It has been a year and a half. Tom was successful as ever and you graduated college with honors. You were also successful, but without him you still felt like losing.
You still love him. You try to deny it but you kept missing him. You still support him silently though, liking every picture he posts and then spending a large amount of money just to watch his movies.
You often wondered how he was doing. Is he okay? Is he really with Zendaya? It hurts you to see fans shipping him with Zendaya but you brushed it off considering you weren’t together anymore.
As you continued to read, you didn’t realize the sun setting and it’s already half past eight. You walked to your kitchen finding something to cook but you settled in ordering pizza. You dialed the pizza shop as you poured yourself wine, plopping down once again on your couch as you continued binge-ing on the office.
A faint knock was heard throughout your apartment. “Coming!” you shouted at the door as you got up and gathered the payment for the pizza delivery guy.
“Hey how much was it again?” you asked the man while holding the door open with your right hand and holding the money on the other. You heard nothing from the other person causing you to look up at them.
Oh god.
“Tom,” You stared at him tears forming in your eyes but you held back. “Wh- why are you-” You cleared your throat “Why’re you here?” Eyebrows furrowing as you fight back the tears. Despite the darkness of the night, you could still see how brown his eyes are. If you keep staring at his eyes you’d want to kiss him right then and there.
“Y/n, can we talk?”
…
He was meant to love you after all.
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>>> SUNSETS PART 2 <<<
