Hey guys. Thank you so much for reading my story, it means a lot.
In case you're a little confused about the title, I'm going to explain it now :)
This chapter is continuation of "Chapter 6: The wrong kiss", but it's now seen from Tom's perspective.
This is the first chapter from Tom's pov, but not the last, so FYI when it says - Tom's POV it's because it's from his perspective.

And also the next few chapters are going to be a continuation of each other. They are going to start as the previous chapter ended. So remember to read the title ;)

And to the extra observant readers, you can see the difference in Tom's and yours personality - especially the scene where they both describe the same garden, but in a totally different way!

Enjoy :)

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Finally I had a break. It was a short one, but it counts. I was so exhausted. It was only Wednesday, but I had been working the entire weekend. I had been so busy with work. But that's just how it is when you're the lead in a movie. Even though I've tried it many times, it's still as exhausting. Malia and I were doing a steamy scene. It was kind of weird doing it with her. To be honest, I actually was hoping it was y/n.

Anyways, I had placed myself in a hallway outside the room where we were shooting, to get some fresh air. I grabbed my phone from the left pocket on my jacket. I was about to open Instagram, when something else caught my eye. I had 10+ new notifications from messages. I have to admit that I am kind of inattentive and I don't usually look at my phone. I had also been very busy and haven't had time to check my phone.

"Shit!" I tought to myself.

I bit my lip and pulled my hair in annoyance. I was so angry with myself and I regretted not having checked my phone. They were all from y/n. I've received so many texts from her. I hadn't replied in two days. TWO DAYS.

I heard the door before me creak. It tore me from my thoughts. I looked up. Malia had poked her head out.

"Hey Tommy, why are you standing out here all alone?" she said prying.

Why did she always have to be involved in everything? I not only was on break from work, but also her.

"Hey Malia" I said with a sigh.

"Are you okay?" she said.

I was taken aback to hear her say that. She certainly isn't the most caring person.

"Did you miss me and then sighed with relief because I came out to keep you company?" she said very confidently without drawing a mine. She was deadly serious.

And there she was. The Malia I know. The egocentric and self-satisfied Malia. Don't get me wrong. I liked her. She was a really dear friend of mine. And there was times, she was funny and kind. But mostly just Malia.

"Ha. Ha. You are sooo-"

I stopped talking. She pulled herself closer to me. Our lips were inches apart. My heart was beating fast, but not in the same way as it did with her. It was more like a nevous, uncomfy heartbeat. I grabbed her waist, and just as I was about to push her away, she pulled me in and she kissed me. I couldn't pull myself away. I was hardened. I mean, I froze. It wasn't my- anyways. I heard some footsteps, but they had dissapeared. Still I managed to pull her away, thanks to the fear of someone seeing us. Malia looked longingly at me. She had tried to pull me in for another kiss, but I turned my head away. And there I saw her. Y/n. She was standing there. She had seen us kiss...

Her face was all red. The tears were streaming down her face. Her hands were clenched. I felt awful. But that was probably nothing compared to what she felt. I was trying so hard to say something.. Anything.. It was only when her face was facing the floor, I managed to say something.

"Y/n-".

My voice was small.. It was insecure... It was ashamed... It was full of guilt. Right after I had let the words out of my mouth, she dried her eyes, gave me a look full of disappointment and then she turned around and ran away. I was glaring resentfully at where she had just stood, when Malia interrupted my glare.

"Well, now that she's gone, we can continue"

I turned to her.

"Do- Don't you understand Malia?" I said in a shaky voice.

Usually I don't cry, and I didn't, but I could feel the tears pressure.

I continued; "Don't you understand what you've just done? I like her! And you just kissed me in front of her!"

"We've kissed before, what's the deal". She rolled her eyes.

"Malia that's not the same!" I could feel the anger boiling inside me.

I took a deep breath and continued; "Yes we have kissed before. It was in the script! You need to keep it professional. We're just friends and I don't want you ever to kiss me again! Got it?"

I turned around and ran after y/n. I didn't wanna hear Malia's response. I was sure it was gonna be something petty. I ran down the hallway heading towards the cafeteria. I heard a door close. Some people were looking at the door next to the toilets. They had probably seen y/n. I ran to the door. I turned the handle and opened the door slowly. It led me to a squared garden. I would actually not call it a garden. It was an ugly and messy court. But in the middle of it was she. She sat down at the fountain which actually also was really unsightly.

"Y/n, are- are you here?" I said stuttering.

"What a stupid question, she's right there!"

I pulled my hair.

"Please just leave" she said with a tearful voice.

My heart skipped a beat. But really, I hadn't done anything wrong, so why was I so scared? I mean technically it was Malia who kissed me. I ignored her 'order' (it sounded more like a request though) and stepped closer. Her hair was covering her head and her face was facing the ground. She wore a summer dress. It was yellow with white flowers. It was happy, as opposed to her.. I put my hand on her back, where I had placed it outside the arcade when she looked sad. It made her smile back then, but instead she flinched. Why'd she flinch? I pulled my hand startling to me. I squatted down and she turned around. I could feel my stomach turn when she looked at me with her eyes full of sorrow. Disregarding the situation, she looked beautiful. Her messy hair. Her bloodshot eyes. Beautiful. She stood up and headed towards the door. This time I wouldn't let her go. I grabbed her wrist.

"Y/n please listen darling I-"

She shook off my hand.

"Don't you dare call me darling" she didn't hesitate.

Her voice was more understandable now. Her tears had stopped too. Now she was just dissapointed and angry.

I sighed; "Listen, I was having a break and then-"

"And then you kissed her?"

I could hear the disgust in her voice. She looked agitated at me.

"You don't listen to me y/n!" I yelled very frustrated.

"And why should I? Huh? Why should I listen to the "man" I trusted the most. The man that kissed another girl!"

I felt so bad. She was so angry with me. Why should she listen to me? I had let her down. I had hurt her.

"The man that used me!" she added

"The man that used you!?"

That hit me. Bullshit!

"I didn't use you y/n! For fucks sake"

"How long has this been going on for?" her voice was trembling again.

She didn't let me get a word in so I took her hand. It made her flinch and she started panting.

I took another deep breath; "Listen, I was having a short break from filming for the first time in 5 days. Then Malia came out and started kissing me! I tried to pull away! But I was so shocked that I couldn't move!"

She said nothing. I hated the silence. I would rather have her yell at me, than being so quiet. When she yelled, I at least knew what she was thinking.

I started with a more gentle voice; "Nothing is going on between Malia and I. I could never see myself be with her. And I could never hurt you".

"At least not on purpose" I added with a sigh.

"Why haven't you answered any of my texts?" she said calmly but mewling.

Her face was facing down. Her hands was fiddling with her dress. She looked so small standing there. She was the cutest girl I had seen in a long time. Or ever. A tear dropped from her face. I watched it as it fell to the ground.

"As I just said, I haven't had any breaks for the past week or so. I have been so busy filming this movie, I haven't had time checking my phone. Actually I just saw them when- nevermind"

She clenched her fists and looked at me annoyed.

"Sorry. Look, I know I messed up. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I didn't know you were standing there"

"Oh, and that makes it okay?" she said sarcastically.

"No, no, of course not. It shouldn't have happened. Y/n, I am really, deeply sorry"

She snorted and looked away with her arms crossing. She didn't look convinced. I pulled her in for a hug. She didn't hug me back, but I kept squeezing her. She then finally let loose and rested her head on my shoulder and I placed my chin on her tiny head.

"Listen" I said with a faint voice and continued softly; "I don't like her in that way okay? And I certainly didn't use you dar- y/n. I could never do that to you. I like you"

"Fuck"

The last bit wasn't supposed to come out..

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To be continued..

Next chapter will start as this ends, so it would make sense if you read this (again) before reading chapter 8.

Thank you so much for reading my story btw!