Someone In His Family Doesn't Like You Part 2
A/N: Hi darlings! Wow, I’m still in disbelief from the amount of feedback and love I’ve received for part 1. Thank you all so so much!! As promised, here is part 2. Sorry for any errors. As always, your feedback is greatly appreciated, love hearing from you all! Happy Reading💜
In case you missed it, part one will be linked here
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Once you settled into your hotel room, you grabbed your phone and began searching for the next available flight home.
The hours seemed to fly rather quickly(thank God) and before you knew it, you were walking in Heathrow, headed for TSA. You were literally here just days ago, the only difference now is that fact that you’re headed back to the place you desperately needed, home.
Right before takeoff, you sent him a text:
Your mom, she’s right. Maybe breaking up with Elle was a mistake. You deserve her, she deserves you. As much as it pains me to say this, it’s true. This hurts like hell, like I’ve been stabbed with the earth’s dullest knife in all areas throughout my body. But you know what hurts the most? The fact that you didn’t even defend me. I know she was going on and on, insulting me left and right, and at first you tried to stop her, but I don’t think you tried hard enough. You just sat there, silent; defeated. It was like you just gave up, gave up on the idea of us. Like we weren’t worth fighting for. I get the message, okay. I know when I’m no longer wanted and I’ve clearly overstayed my welcome. I’m gone. You won’t be seeing or hearing from me any longer. And you don’t have to lie to me, spare me the lies you’ve been telling yourself that you’re able to move on from her, I don’t need you to feel pity or whatever, I don’t need your sympathy. I know in that moment she said her name, you thought about her. The times you had, the memories you shared. Life before this whirlwind of a career. Although it’s been years, I know you still feel a certain way for her. You’ve tried to move on, but I know she still lingers in your mind from time to time. I now see why you didn’t say a word. And who am I to get in the way of true love? I can’t and will never do that to you, to anyone, really. You still care for her a great amount, so this is my goodbye. Go get her. You deserve nothing less than sheer happiness and no one less than her; you were insanely perfect together. She was loved by you and your family, most especially your mom. And out of respect, I give the idea of us up. Goodbye, Tom...Take Care.
And with that, you hit send and turned your phone off.
You awoke to the announcement on the overhead system, that you now arrived at your destination, home. With the world’s painful migraine due to the excessive amount of crying, you powered your phone back on only to see a countless texts, tweets, mentions, missed calls as well as voicemails. You then logged into your Twitter account and saw many notifications Tom had tweeted, adding your username.
@TomHolland1996: @YourTwitterName babe, please call me/text me.
He saw your text, he read and reread it over and over again. Many emotions washed over him; relief, anger, hurt, disappointment. All emotions trying to one up the other. You guys aren’t together anymore. This killed him. He was absolutely gutted. If only you were able to see his appearance. If you only knew how he really felt. It hurt him to know that you seemed like he gave up on you both. He didn’t have time to process everything that was going on during that lunch encounter; all he remembered was you running out the door. What can he say to prove otherwise that he loves you and doesn’t give a shit about what people think.
The next thing he knew, he was tweeting furiously. Letting out his pent up anger. Doing absolutely anything to rid him of this pain. His excruciating heartache.
@TomHolland1996: why? God why? This has to be some sick joke, an absolute nightmare. I need to wake up. Love, I’m sorry. So so sorry. Y/N, please talk to me.
@TomHolland1996: Screw her, and what she thinks.
Due to the limitation of 180 characters, per tweet, he sends his last thoughts (at least, for now )
@TomHolland1996:(1) I know you and I know you love me, we are the ones in the relationship, not her, not anyone for that matter. We have a say in it. She could whatever the hell she wants but that (2) won’t change how I feel about you and that will never change. I promise you that.. Love, please, I’m begging you. Please I’ll do anything, whatever it takes to still be able to (3) call you mine, to still have “us”, I would cut off all ties with her if that is what it takes.
Although he didn’t add your username to the end of the tweets, everyone knew who the message was intended for, you. You were bound to see these tweets, right?
How dare she?! How could she just judge her without even getting to know her, or at least give her a chance? Why would she even bring up Elle? That was years ago, get over it. There is nothing, absolutely no feelings for Elle. If I desperately wanted Elle, I would’ve been with her. I moved on and so has she. Mom needs to get over this and accept the fact that there will never be “Tom and Elle” again. The nerve to “demand” me to break up with Y/N, I’m 22 and capable of making my own decision on who I want or don’t want to date. You’re looking out for me? Really?! Some way of showing it. Fuck, Tom, think. Don’t just sit here and do nothing. But what do I do?
<<<Meanwhile, at the Holland household>>>
He blinked a few times, disbelief consuming him. After a moment, he began his assault. He was beyond upset with his mother and told her off. Absolutely no filter. Every thought that popped in his mind, automatically came out, like some case of verbal diarrhea. He defended you when you left and told her how much he loves you. How you were not like his exes, how you could not, would not be replaced by Elle. How you made him incredibly and indescribably happy, the happiest he’s ever been. He was deeply infatuated and utterly in love with you. Albeit a somewhat new relationship, he couldn’t deny his feelings, his love for you. Dom saw how happy his son was and more importantly disappointed in how Nikki went about this situation. He understood that she was only doing this to protect him but it drove you away, how it drove a wedge in between her and her beloved son. Her intentions were good but her actions were unjustifiable. It was uncalled for and she knew it. She was set on ruining lunch for everyone, and she did just that.
Tom was relentlessly calling you. Leaving voicemails and texts left and right. He waited by his phone, hoping that you would respond to him eventually...He’ll wait for the rest of his life if need be. He wanted to see you. He NEEDED to talk to you.
It has been seven days since your encounter with Nikki. A whole week. A week ago, you were so ready to meet your man’s family. A week ago, what started of okay took a turn for the worst. It has been one hell of a week.
Since returning home, you mostly stayed in your room. Finding no reason to leave other than to use the bathroom and grab some water. To keep yourself somewhat hydrated and replenish all the water that you’ve list by your never ending tears.
You found yourself deeply immersed in your thoughts again, something you’ve been doing since you left London.
What possible thing did I do that made her despise me so much? What caused her to change mood so swiftly? From what Tom told me, his whole family were ecstatic that we were finally meeting, and for this to happen? Just the thought of delving into the situation and try to pinpoint exactly where in this encounter it all went wrong, how quickly it turned to shit is giving me a migraine. Instead of taking a step forward in the relationship, we took many steps back. In reality, we were at a dead end. This relationship in shambles, dead for all to see.
Your attention averted to the sound of loud knocks on your door.
You stayed in bed, hoping that whoever was knocking would figure that no one is home and leave.
Just as you thought the person had left, you were greeted with more knocks, this time sounding more urgent.
Groaning, you slid off of bed and quietly made your way to the door. While looking through the peephole, you managed to see who the culprit was for the incessant banging, him.
With a hand over your mouth to muffle any potential sounds that could escape, you stared, wide eyed.
As much as you wanted to go back in bed, and continue to avoid him, this was inevitable. You can’t hide from him for the rest of your life. You had to face him at some point. So you toughened up and unlocked your door. He saw you in front of him and quickly hugged you. Holding onto your tiny frame as if you’d disappear.
“I had to fly out here to see you. I can’t, I won’t just stay quiet. I’m here to fight for us. You never got back to me love, do you have any idea how worried I was about you? Darling, please don’t listen to my mom, I don’t care about what she says and how she feels about you, about us, for that matter. This is our relationship, not hers. She may be my mom and wants nothing but the best for me and baby girl, you’re it. You’re all I could ever possibly want and more. Forever and always. I know you’re nothing compared to Elle, you’re so much more to me, you’ll never know how happy I am being with you. What Elle and I had, that was years ago. She’s moved on, and so have I and honestly, if our breakup had not happened, I would miss out on someone as amazing as you. Do you know how utterly happy you make me? Please don’t let this ruin what we have, I love you so, so much baby girl, always and forever.” He stated, full out bawling. His tears falling endlessly, landing on my hoodie.
It broke your heart. This was the first time he had ever expressed such feelings for you, granted you wished he had said all this when it happened, but it was just too late. You’ve made your decision, you and Tom weren’t going to be together. There is no forever in your love story.
“Tom, I’m sorry, but your mom is right. Granted, it seemed like she had made her decision about me as soon as I set foot into your family home. How she berated me all throughout lunch wasn’t right but she’s your mother and she knows and wants what’s best for you. If that means me not being with you then so be it. Your mom doesn’t approve of me, so there’s no point in carrying on with this relationship. It’s best we just call the idea of “us” quits. The journey was fun while it lasted and I don’t regret a thing. I don’t regret these five months with you, not for a second. This was the greatest time of my life. You have brought me so much joy but I don’t want you to despise your mom, you are her first baby and she wants nothing but the best for you. I, I just, I’m sorry I’m not that. I love you forever and always Tommy, but you have to let me go. Find your perfect girl that your family would approve of, especially your mom. I love you, you take care of yourself, okay? I guess I’ll see you around..”
You stated, head buried in his chest. You gave him a final hug, and tiptoed as you planted a kiss on his cheek.
With that, you entered your home, and shut and locked your door. As soon as you secured yourself, you slid to the floor, gripping your chest, crying hysterically. Just outside your door, you heard Tom’s cries;begging for you, to not give up on you both. After a while the other side of your door fell silent, you knew he had left. He had left your life forever.
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