"No no, I understand baby, it's fine, I'll just see you tomorrow, sleep well my star". He answered, Soraya had just called to tell him that she had to cancel their evening. She had some last minute practice and then she had to go through the schedule for the tour.
She sounded like she really was sorry about it and well He felt he had to make up for being an idiot, so he bit down the loss he felt, they only had two days before she left for her tour. "Thank you, see you tomorrow doll".
He put down the phone and slumped down on the couch, the demons was lurking just around the corner. No he couldn't let them pull him in, he just needed to keep himself occupied, keep his mind moving, so he opened his laptop and start checking the social medias.
He knew it was kind of becoming a bad habit, but it usually kept the loneliness at bay and stopped his brain from going on to many rabbit trails, but it wasn't really helping this time, people kept asking him about Soraya and what he knew about her breasts.
He cursed himself for that tweet, he couldn't be truthful, but he he didn't want to flat out lie, so he kept answering in riddles and changing subject or ignoring the questions, making a lot of people quite annoyed or that was at least the feeling he got.
In the end he fell asleep on the couch with the laptop still in his lap, sleeping restlessly, haunted by weird dreams.
He almost fell of the couch as he was awakened by the doorbell. He sat up rubbing his eyes and picking up the laptop. Apparently he had dropped it on the floor during the night. The doorbell rang again. "Yeah coming now".
"You ! What on earth are you doing here ?" He asked, getting a bad feeling when he saw Henley outside his door, looking all business like.
He sent him a patronising smile. "Well it isn't like I enjoy being here, but we need to talk, about Soraya and this so called relationship".
"I guess you won't go away before you have said what you came to say, so better come inside". He said with a sigh, wondering what he wanted now.
He walked into the living-room and flopped down on the couch. "What is it you want Henley and please do get to the point".
"Easily, I want you gone, you are not rigth for Soraya, for her image, she needs someone who will draw in the rigth kind of attention, not make people laugh". He said coldly.
He ground his teeth and his hands balled up, worst thing was that he knew he was right, from a puplicist point of view. "I already know how you feel, so if that is all you got to say please leave".
"Just one last thing, I though you should know how Soraya really feel about you, maybe that will make you come to your senses". He said, handing him a small recorder.
He took it, not really wanting to hear it. He was afraid to find out the truth, knowing that if this would make him happy, Henly wouldn't have brought it. But he couldn't stop himself from turning it on.
There was no doubt it was Soraya's voice and her words made him feel like his heart had been ripped out and his soul was being crushed. He literally couldn't breathe, and he had to fight the tears. He wouldn't give Henly that satisfaction.
"Tom has some issues with insecurity, but he just need to accept that having a relationship is hard. And no Tom isn't cool enough or famous enough, he is boring. Well that just shows it you know, he is exactly the kind of guy I shouldn't be dating".
"Well now you know, and I think you should protect yourself, get out before you get hurt more, she is leaving for her tour in two days, and well between you and me, she usually don't hold back when she is on tour, she get quite a lot of offers you know". He took the recorder from his hand and left without another word.

She was worried, Tom never showed up the next day. She had called him and texted him and now she was pacing the floor in total panick mode. Had something happened to him ? She couldn't handle the idea and started to cry again.
Finally Henly showed up. She had asked him to swing by Tom's house and check on him, and the wait had been the worst of her life.
"Did you find out anything ? Is he okay ?" Her heart was beatin wildly in her chest. This was so unlike Tom. She couldn't imagine what was going on.
Henly looked so sorry, that she feared the very worst. "He is fine Soraya, but he had company. He told me he was busy, but she is probably just a friend, you shouldn't worry".
"It.. it was a woman, he had a woman there". She said, feeling her heart sink, what was going on here ? Had he finally grown tired of her ?
He nodded, seending her an apologetic smile. "Yeah, some tall beautiful actress wearing only a towel, but I am sure there is a perfectly good explanation".
She felt like her heart had been ripped out. He didn't come because he was with someone else ? She had never expected that. She couldn't believe it. She grabbed her phone again, seending a desperate text

> Tom please answer me, I just need to know that you are okay <

It took some time, but finally She got an answer back from him.

> Sorry, I have been busy. I have been thinking, with you going away for over two months it might be better to just end this now. It never was anything but a fling anyway <

It was like some giant with ice cold hands had grabbed her inside, twisting hard, and she had to grab the table not to fall to the ground. She had to collect herself before writing back.

> Oh okay, well goodbye then <

She knew it might have come of as cold and like she didn't care, but she was breaking apart and she didn't want to show him how much pain he caused her. Apparently it had been nothing more than a fling to him. He probably just thought it was fun trying something new.
See Henley got it all wrong. In her eyes, she was the one who was never good enough to be with Tom. He was a light in a dark world, a freaking real life saint and she loved him with all her heart. She had just been to scared to tell him, of course she couldn't expect to keep him.
Then she broke down in sobs. Henley was by her side, pulling her into his arms. "I am so sorry Soraya, but I told you this. I told you that you would get hurt".