Sparks flew between you two as your lips connected, savouring each second of the moment. His hands wandered every inch of your body, trying to memorise you like he won't be able to see you for a long time after this and holding onto you like you'd disappear if he lets go.

It was something more then a peck as you pulled back again, looking into each other's eyes and letting your fingers run through his hair before pressing your lips to his again and this time, Tom didn't let you pull away.

He held you in place, nails digging into your skin while your lips moved in sync and heads tilted. It was meant to be a sweet kiss, allowing each other to explore one another but he pulled you closer and tangled his fingers in your hair and dominated you. His tongue brushing against your bottom lip, you granted him entrance, exploring every crevice of your mouth and kissed your lips open.

A whimper left your lips and body shivered as he pulled away from you, biting your bottom lip in the process. His lips connected with your cheek before travelling behind your ear and bit down on your ear lobe- awarded with another soft moan from you. He trailed wet kisses down you neck to your shoulder blades, head dipping down and hair tickling your skin. He tilted his head back up, making brief eye contact before closing his eyes and hooking his lips yours again.

Everything felt perfect despite knowing that the lips that were kissing you were kissing another girl mere hours ago but that didn't bother you. You love him and he loves you and you thought that was the only thing that should matter but no. You let your thoughts fog over the euphoria you felt- the same thoughts that were ripping you apart.

"I'm can't do this", you pulled away, climbing out of his lap and out of his firm grip on your waist, giving him an expression that had sorry written all over it.

"What- (Y/N)? I- please", he choked out as he stood up with you, reaching out to grab your arm but you were already too far away. So close yet so far- physically and emotionally.

Tom watched as you ran away with glossy eyes, reminiscing on the moment you shared seconds ago. He collapsed back on the ground in defeat, hands covering his face as he let out groans of frustrations which slowly turned to sobs. He was heartbroken, having no idea what to feel of his current situation. He didn't understand at first but the realised that it was him that drove you away and not your emotions.

He was a well known celebrity all over the globe and many people follow him around. Many girls- and guys- around the world want to date him and will definitely get hate for picking the wrong girl and he won't be the only person who gets hate. His to be girlfriend will as well. Worse that what he would get. What Olivia and you got before was bad enough and if people find out that he's actually in love, the public won't hesitate to grill him until his breaking point.

Even if him and you did start dating, the relationship would be ruined pretty quickly. With the upcoming award shows and projects he needed to attend, he knew that you'd destroy your mental health with trust issues and the constant thought of missing him and the feared thought of him cheating on you would linger in your head. He would barely have time to be with you and spend time with. Heck- he barely had time for himself these days and he wanted to get in a relationship with his best friend at a crucial point of his career.

But he still needed you beside him. He still needed you in his life and wanted you in his life because he was afraid that he might stop breathing if he knew he couldn't talk to you or hang out with you like before. The hugs and kisses on the forehead and the constant joking around and the pointless conversations he would have with you meant everything to him- more than his career or what the rest of the world thought.

And so, he let himself stand up, allowing his legs to carry him where they pleased and wiped the stray tears away from his eyes and soon enough, he found himself standing face to face with your front door and without wasting another second, he barged open the door to find your parents looking confused and worried.

"Tom? What's happening?", your mother asked but Tom didn't answer and ran past them.

"Don't worry! We're figuring it out and thanks for making Harrison go back home!", they heard him say as he ran up the stairs and within seconds, he was in your room, finding you with puffy eyes.

"For fucks sake Tom! Go away", you yelled, hand making contact with his chest to push him out of your room but failed as he gripped your wrists.

"What happened?", he asked "you seemed happy but why did you run away?", Tom was everything but calm. He wanted to hear the answers from you and he had enough of getting hurt from you for two days. He wanted things to be straight and he wanted you back to your old self.

"Because I'm fucking scared Tom, don't you understand?! This isn't right!", you shouted, voice shrilling and you were certain your parents would get mad at you sooner rather than later, but for now, they knew to keep their distance.

"Scared of what?"

"Scared of you and your fame! The following you have and the hate I will get. Heck- I already am getting hate because I'm your fucking best friend", you clarified, having more to say "this won't work out"

"Why do you say that-"

"Because you won't be here with me! Don't you see it! We're gonna hurt each other like this!"

"You know that's not true-"

"Bullshit Tom. You may have been by my side until middle school, but everything fell apart in high school. Bullshit you were always here for me. Bull. Shit. Do you have any idea what kind of hell I went through when you left to film The Impossible?", Tom's eyes widened, not knowing what you were talking about and knew that you were somewhat right in what you said.

"What-"

"I was ridiculed. People made fun of me, called me a whore, a slut, way worse things that I ever knew I was capable of being called. People said I was using you for attention and for a period of time, I went into depression for that and believed it and thought I was a bad person. I'm still alive and here today because Harrison helped me through all that shit!"

"(Y/N)", he whispered as a way of comfort, stepping forward to cup your cheek and rub circles bellow your eye. When you didn't say anything and leaned into his touch, he let himself wrap you in a hug, burying your head into his chest and letting his fingers comb through your hair. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know", he cooed in your ear, allowing the last of your tears to fall on his shirt.

"I'm so scared and I'm so sorry I- I didn't know what to do or what to say I just- I snapped and-"

"Shh", he shushed into your ear, pulling your fragile body closer to him and swayed from side to side. "I'm leaving in a couple more days, yeah? And I'll be back within a few weeks. We can figure everything out later and I don't want you beating yourself up. I'll make Harrison stay here if you want, ok?", he reasoned, feeling you nod against his chest, he smiled softly to himself.