❛ Incredibly beautiful ❜

Germany was two days away. There was a certain tension at the Atlanta set as everyone began stressing about their scenes they would have to perfect over in Germany. But Blair and Tom were the two that needed to leave in two days while everyone would follow after days later.

Tom and Blair had been on multiple dates since Franny had left but the relationship stayed grounded. He made sure to be very careful when talking with her, and he always hid her scripts in his trailer when they were going on a night out.

Ever since Cole and Dylan had visited her, she had seemed more relaxed. Tom even noticed a white paper hanging - perfectly, of course - on her fridge that listed every single day and if she had taken her medicine or not. Blair was improving, but there were days were she just needed a day off and couldn't think straight. Those were days that Tom sat with her for hours and watched Brooklyn 99 until she fell asleep on his shoulder.

He really, truly cared for Blair. Unlike anyone had.

As of now, Blair was supposed to be packing and Tom was coming over in minutes to help her.

However, soft whispers left her mouth as she paced around her bedroom with a black t-shirt in her hands. "You know nothing," she quietly said, briefly closing her eyes and making her way back to her bed. "You don't - do not," she corrected, a grumble leaving her lips. "Damn!" She shouted, her stress beginning to feel as if it were tearing her apart slowly. Her stomach flipped and goosebumps rose on her arms and she took a deep breath, her fingers clenching around the shift in her hands.

As she paced back and forth and tried to remember her line, she felt her shirt being tugged from her hands. The girl looked up and found herself looking into the deep brown eyes of Tom and his faced showed pure worry. "No, no," she rambled, tossing her hands up in the air and backing away from him. "I-I have to finish," she whispered with a shake of her head. She gestured toward her bed, and then froze before turning and pointing at the dresser. "I have... to pack? No! I have to finish!" She shouted out to herself, confusion taking over her features as she glanced around her room.

Her suitcase lay open on her bed and was filled with clothes that were perfectly and precisely folded, filled to each corner with no room to spare. "Mabel - " Tom began, stepping forward to reach out to her. "No, Tom, I'm almost done! Aha, I'm almost done," she sarcastically laughed as she rushed to the side of the bed. She glanced at her suitcase and placed her hands on the side, "It's done all wrong, all wrong. We have to start over, Tom," she planned out, looking up at Tom with a nod.

"Mabel!" Tom yelled, finally tearing the girl away from talking to herself. She looked up and stared at him and he wandered over to where she stood and wrapped his hands around her forearm. "Mabel, did you take - "

"Yes! Yes, I took my medicine! Yes! In the cabinet at 7:03 this morning! Yes!"

Tom tightened his grip on her arm and slowly pulled her away from the bed, "Mabel, why are you doing this to yourself?" He calmly asked as he finally tugged her to the living room. She let out a dry chuckle and placed her hands on his cheeks, cupping them softly, "I'm getting ready for Germany. We have to be perfect, Tommy. Perfect."

Tom sighed, "We don't, Mabel. Listen, we do not have to be perfect. If they wanted perfect then they wouldn't have a movie. We're going to be great - amazing! But you need to relax, because if you don't relax then you won't be - "

"Perfect!"

"No, Mabel!"

Blair grinned, "Come on, Tommy. It was one lines I was practicing one line. And packing. I folded everything into a symmetric square and put them in the suitcase beginning with each of the four corners!"

Tom stared blankly at the girl who again began to rehearse her lines. She wasn't crazy, she wasn't unstable. She was a girl who was extremely dedicated to her work, and was always misunderstood. However, Tom understood her. He knew she doubted herself incredibly more than anyone one else he knew. He knew she just needed someone to support her and list her up when she was down. She was at her weakest now and she needed Tom to help her through it. Before he came along the only one able to snap her out of her states like these was Franny and Ross.

"You don't - You do not!" The girl cried out, being very much so frustrated with herself. "Why can't I get it, Tom?" She questioned, her hands slapping against her thighs in disbelief. "I've said it over and over and I - "

At that moment, Tom took a step forward and grabbed Blair's cheeks, bringing her lips to his as he kissed her slowly and passionately.

At that second, Blair forgot about all her worries. Her troubles sank down the drain and spun away in a fast spiral. She melted into Tom's touch and hummed softly against his lips, bringing her hands up to his shoulders to keep a firm grip.

Finally, the two pulled away and Tom smiled down at the girl, her beam matching his own. Her let out a soft laugh and Blair's smile grew even larger. "You're beautiful, did you know that?" Tom whispered, his hands on Blair's forearms to keep her close.

Her cheeks burned red and she glanced down at her feet to hide her admiration. "You didn't have to say that," she giggled. Tom smiled, "I didn't have to, I wanted to. You're so gorgeous, so incredibly beautiful. I wish I had done that sooner."

Blair pursed her lips to hide her smile, "You're very handsome, very handsome, Thomas Holland. And I wish you has, too."

"So you had feelings for me, too? Don't use my vulnerability as your excuse to lie," he laughed while dropping his arms and scratching the back of his neck. Blair nodded earnestly, "Yes, Tom. For a while."

Tom beamed, his eyes shining bright with confidence and love, "Can we do this, darling? We've been on quite a few dates, may I have the honour?"

Blair leaned up on her tiptoes and pecked Tom on the lips, the patting his chest twice, "Yeah, let's do this boyfriend-girlfriend thing."

"You'll make a fine girlfriend, love."

"You'll make a fine boyfriend, sweetheart."