#of course unless i get high or something. id feel a lot better instantly bc it sorta erasses the rough edges on things for me

[holland-ish]

Forgotten  [ T. Holland ]

Request: i requested something a while back and ill just request it again so its a tom x reader angst where tom is out filming and him and reader havent spent time together in awhile and then reader calls tom and then its big fight on the phone and reader tells tom they should maybe go on a break and tom is like ok but like hes angry so he didnt register what she said and then he flies back to their apartment couple days later to apologize but she was gone, all her things were gone and tom is sad :)

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: Angst, language, Tom’s a bit of a dick and my riting may not be great

Tagging @cosmetologynerd and @hollandroos bc I can’t remember but I think they wanted to be tagged?

A/N: I’m sorry the requests are taking me so long?? Please do leave feedback, I always appreciate being told what I could do better next time! Lots of love xx

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You contemplated ignoring his call. After all, that’s been exactly what he’s been doing whenever you call him. It was almost as if he’d forgotten about you despite how much you both would deny it. But you hadn’t forgotten about him. And you were worried about him, curious as to why he hadn’t spoken to you in so long.

Tom was busy with work, you understood that, but it only took a few seconds to type up a text and press send. Surely he would have at least had the time to have sent you a text, right? He could have even replied to one of the many that you had sent him to check in on how he was doing. But he didn’t and you were stuck waiting for replies that never came.

It hurt a lot that he hadn’t contacted you in weeks. Tom was having the time of his life and you understood that, knowing that filming these movies and promoting them is what made him happy. However, that didn’t stop you from feeling upset that you hadn’t heard is voice in over a month, that you had no idea what he was doing with his castmates.

And it wasn’t as if Tom didn’t have the time to go out with his friends, no. You could see on his instagram that he was out and about, living his work life happily without you. If he could post these photos to instagram, he could at least text you back.

After the phone had stopped ringing, you took a minute and just stared at it. Why was Tom calling you all of a sudden? Why is he finally making an effort to contact you now? It was weird, you had to admit, but you found yourself calling him back without thinking twice about it. There were only two rings before he picked up.

“Hey baby,” Tom hiccuped. “I been having so much-” Another hiccup. “-so much fun.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and ignoring the swirl of emotions in your belly. Tom was drunk, his words sloppy and his voice a mixture of low and high pitches.

You huffed out a fake laugh, ignoring him as he slurred out something unintelligible. “I bet you have. Call me back when you’re sober. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore.”

That was a lie. You did care. Nonetheless, you hung up on him, not bothering to speak to him unless he was sober. Tom probably wouldn’t even remember he had called you so you didn’t bother yourself with expecting a call back from him any time soon.

You waited through the night, sleeping restlessly. The empty spot on the bed beside you seemed to be teasing you about the man that hadn’t made the effort to call the one person he had said he loved the most. You pushed yourself out of the bed, willing yourself to snap out of this daze and start your day.

At one point, you had began to wonder if he’d even come home or not. Maybe he’d forgotten where he’d lived too.

Shaking your head in a failed attempt to rid yourself of such thoughts. You tried getting on with the rest of your day, but your mind kept finding its way back to Tom and his unlikely call back. Hours later, an empty dinner plate sat on the coffee table as you mindlessly watched whatever was playing on the TV.

You weren’t going to lie. You did want him to call back, you did want to talk to him, sort things out. Of course you did; you loved him. Every half hour you found yourself glancing over at your phone until it actually started ringing, your heart rate picking up as you stumbled to pick it up.

When you saw Tom’s name on the caller ID, you weren’t exactly sure how you should feel. Happy? Angry? Upset? Nervous? You accepted the call with no idea how you would speak to him.

“I’m sorry-”

“No you’re not.”

“I am,” Tom muttered. “I didn’t mean to call you while I was drunk.”

You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t mean to call me at all.”

Tom sighed, the sound rusty over the line. You could almost feel him squeezing his eyes shut the way he usually did when he knew you were unhappy with him. Not that you were unhappy with him very often because you weren’t.

“What is that supposed to mean, sweetheart?” His voice was coated in a thick layer of unnatural sugar and you rolled your eyes at it. Tom was trying to stop you from getting worked up with him, innocent in his actions but unaware that it came off rather… ill-mannered.

“Don’t you dare ‘sweetheart’ me, Tom,” you blurted, your palms becoming clammy as you struggled to think clearly. How could he be so unaware of his ignorance? “You’ve been ignoring my calls. Haven’t replied to a single one of my texts and you don’t bother to contact me! I haven’t heard anything from you for several weeks, Tom!”

“I’m busy,” was all he said.

“Oh, bullshit,” you swore, feeling your face heat up at his half-hearted excuse. “It doesn’t take more than a minute to send me a simple text, Tom. If you can spend time hanging out with your new friends and posting about it on twitter or instagram then you can sure as hell let me know that you’re doing okay.”

“Is this because I’m spending time with them and not you?” he grunts. “Because if it is, then-”

“No! It’s not about that, Tom!” You were glad he wasn’t standing in front of you, with his arms crossed as they usually were when he was worked up.

“Then what is this about, huh?” Tom’s words were strained, his voice louder than usual but he wasn’t shouting. “I have more important things on my mind! I’m filming a fucking movie, Y/N, I can’t constantly be thinking about you and about calling you!”

“Dammit, Tom!” You let out a frustrated groan, running the hand that wasn’t gripping your hand through your hair and tugging roughly without realising. Wincing, you pulled your hand away. “Sometimes I wonder if you even remember me! For fuck’s sake, it’s like you’ve forgotten who I am!”

“Maybe I have!” He retorts, frowning after he realised what he said and knowing it was a lie but at this point he was far too frustrated to control what words were leaving his mouth. “I have to focus on work! I’m a fucking actor, Y/N, I’m going to be busy filming and I’m going to be busy with events! You can’t expect me to worry about calling you when I’ve got to be making sure I don’t fuck up my image and my career!”

“And your career is more important than me?” You asked, your voice hard and filled with anger that you’d been holding back for so long.

“Maybe it is.”

It was almost as if every ounce of anger had been washed out of your body in one go. Your voice softened. “The only time you called me was when you were drunk. I’m not going to put up with this anymore!”

“Then don’t! See if I care!”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes welled with tears, convinced somebody had thrown a baseball at your chest. This wasn’t what you wanted, how could things have turned out like this?

“Fine,” you whispered.

You hung up before you could hear his reply, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. A strangled whine slipped through your lips as you tried not to sob, shoving your phone into your pocket. It buzzed insistently and it was undoubtedly Tom so you ignored it, making your way into the room you shared with your boyfriend. You pulled your belongings out of drawers, cupboards and off of shelves, breathing heavily as you shoved them all into bags and ignoring the tears that fell onto them.

You didn’t think you could stay in this apartment any longer than necessary. Calling up one of your closest friends, hoping that there would be a place for you to stay, you hoped you could get away this same night. Thankfully, there was. You quickly scribbled down a note, biting your lip as the wetness from your tears made it fold in a little bit before you threw it onto the bed. With a heavy heart, you were gone minutes later.

~

Tom swiped the palm of his hands down his face as he thought about what happened. He knew he had made the biggest mistake in his life. This would cost him more than money, it would cost him you. And that thought scared him.

He caught the first flight back home after the next couple of days, rushing back to your shared apartment, his heart on his sleeve and his bottom lip between his teeth. Tom took a deep breath, unlocking the door and pushing it open. His jaw fell slack when he noticed the emptiness of the apartment, making his way into the bedroom in case you were in there. You weren’t.

Tom’s heart fell to his stomach when he caught sight of the note, unfolding it and reading over it quickly. He let out a choked sob, his eyes instantly filling with tears as he sank to the floor and rest his elbow on the bed. Tom repeatedly red over the note, hoping that somewhere you would have written that this was all a stupid joke to get back at his idiocy. But he found no such thing and it made his heart shatter to think that you were really gone.