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NO WORRIES
❝ I'M LITERALLY ALWAYS LATE,
THERE'S NO PROBLEM HERE ❞

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ZENDAYA HAD TRAVELLED BACK TO THE UK WITH OLIVER AND SCARLETT AND WERE SAT IN HER APARTMENT, EATING TAKEOUT AND WATCHING CHICK FLICKS. Scarlett couldn't lie, she was feeling a little of a third wheeling, missing Tom's presence beside her, his arm curled around her shoulder, tickling circles on her thigh. Instead, she sat alone while Zendaya and Oliver were doing what Tom should be doing to her.

Zendaya interrupts the silence as she clutches her stomach, groaning a little in pain. "Shit, I think I've started early, Scar do you have anything?" Daya asks Scarlett, clearly referring to her period, but not making it completely awkward for Oliver, who could lowkey tell what she was on about.

Scarlett nods, standing up with her best friend as she walks to her bathroom with Zendaya, going into the cupboard just next to the bathroom and grabbing a fresh packet of pads for Zendaya. "Enjoy the next week of pain." Scarlett laughs, and Zendaya rolls her eyes, taking the pad and putting it in her jean pocket.

"I literally hate being a woman sometimes," Zendaya sighs, taking note of the dust of the pad packet that came from the bathroom cupboard. "You late?"

Scarlett nods, but shrugs as if it were no big deal, "Yeah, but like my cycle is always so irregular, it's like forty days long, so it doesn't bother me." She sighs, feeling grateful that her longer cycle gave her more opportunity to not care about her menstrual cycle.

"Lucky bitch! I wish. Anyway, tell me what happens when I come back!" She squeals, running into the bathroom, and Scarlett chuckles, walking back into her living room, seeing Oliver had managed to find the unopened expensive bottle of wine that Scarlett was intending on saving for when Tom comes home in three days time.

"I see you found my alcohol, Ollie." Scarlett shakes her head, and Oliver already has three glasses poured out, giggling like crazy. "Duh, Cabello, I know where everything is in your house."

"You might aswell share the glass you poured for me with Daya, then." Scarlett smiles, pushing her glass away from her side, and towards Oliver's seat.

Oliver raises his eyebrows in some confusion, knowing that Scarlett would never turn down an oppurtunity to accompany her movie and food with a cheeky glass of red and maybe some tipsy gossip. "Who are you, Scarlett Cabello?"

Scarlett rolls her eyes, grabbing the blanket from behind her and wrapping it around herself, "It's not a big deal, dude. I've been working like crazy and these headaches that I've been getting from work just mean alcohol makes me a feel a little sick." She explains, grimacing at the thought of drinking some wine right now.

Zendaya walks back into the room, Tessa and Toulouse trotting in behind her, the dogs immidiately seeing Scarlett and running to her for company, warming her heart as she had not one dog, but two to cuddle and stroke.

"What's this? Wine? Ooo! That's just what I need to make me feel better." Zendaya grins when she sits down and cuddles back up to Oliver; the sofa now filled up with the three friends and the two pets.

"Scarlett was just saying how she doesn't want any, which, amazes me." Oliver comments, feeling hyper suspicious of the fact that Scarlett was away from drinking for weeks now.

Zendaya raises an eyebrow, "Oh really? Maybe she just feels tired, she's doing the final touches to the album now." She says, making excuses that she genuinely believed, trying to get whatever nonsense Oliver had in his head out, resting her head on his chest in her own growing fatigue.

Scarlett stands up once more, wrapped up in her blanket, seeing the credits begin to roll on the television. "Yeah, I might call it a night, I'm just feeling super tired right now guys, but that means you can both be a full ass couple for the rest of the night, if you know what I mean." She winks at the couple, earning a boo from them, Oliver throwing a cushion at her face.

"You stink, just go to bed!" Oliver shouts, and Zendaya blows some kisses to her best friend, and Scarlett smiles in return, her plaited hair turning as she did, retreating up the stairs to her comfy bed.

As soon as Scarlett was most definitely up the stairs all the way, Daya sits up from Oliver's chest, staring at him, her eyebrows upturned and her lip bitten in anxiety.

"I'm worried about Scarlett, and we need to talk to Tom." She whispers, and Oliver furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Tell me everything you're thinking."

𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢

zendiya 😶🤡
tom tom tom tom tom tom

zendiya 😶🤡
tom

zendiya 😶🤡
THOMAS

thom 🙄🤡
WHAT GOD DAMN

zendiya 😶🤡
it's scarlett

thom 🙄🤡
what is it? is she okay?

zendiya 😶🤡
i don't think so, both myself
and oliver are really quite
worried about her

thom 😶🤡
is she sick?

thom 😶🤡
hurt or anything?

thom 😶🤡
do i need to come home, because
i can get a flight ready asap

zendiya 😶🤡
no no no nothing like that

zendiya 😶🤡
she's really tired recently, the last
few weeks really since you've
been finishing off cherry

zendiya 😶🤡
but like unusually so? i know that
she's working her butt off finishing
make up but when she did almost
is never enough she was in no way
like this

thom 🙄🤡
maybe she just feels a bit
stressed? i've been away for like
three ish weeks now but she's
been complaining of being tired
and having headaches about a week
before i left

zendiya 😶🤡
yes ! she declined sharing a bottle
of wine w me and ollie and then
just said she was tired and went to
bed

thom 🙄🤡
what are you trying to say?

zendiya 😶🤡
i'm saying that

zendiya 😶🤡
well

SCARLETT WAS RUDELY AWOKEN AT JUST GONE NINE AM WITH THE RINGING OF HER PHONE. She looks at the screen, and to her surprise it was Tom calling at the early hour in the UK, but the extremely late hour back in America, where Tom would only be staying for 48 more hours.

"Tom? What are you doing still up?" Scarlett groggily asks, rubbing her eyes and trying to wake herself up.

"I just wanna hear your voice, darling." Tom croaks, sounding upset to Scarlett. She sits up, her brows crossed together in thought as she processes why Tom sounds like he's been crying at gone two in the morning.

"Are you okay? Are you crying? Tom?" Scarlett stands up, throwing on her dressing down and opening up the curtains to let the sunlight enter her shared bedroom with Tom.

Scarlett hears her husband sigh on the other end of the line, clearing his throat as he prepares to discuss what he spent hours talking to Zendaya about all night. "Do you feel alright this morning?"

"I mean, I just woke up, but I think the Chinese we had last night disagreed with me because I woke up around two this morning chucking it all up. I heard someone else walking around so I'm going to ask Daya if she was sick too." Scarlett rambles, just thinking she was talking about her day, but it prompted a sharp intake of breath from Tom.

"Have you been counting all the times you've told me you've been sick from food or stress or whatever while I've been away? More than twenty. That's a lot of times to be sick, love." Tom says in a dead tone, Scarlett's heart quickening as soon as the words spoke through her ears.

After a silence that told Tom Scarlett wasn't replying, he went on further. "Daya told me you're late, too, you know, period wise."

"Tom, whatever you're insinuating, it's ridiculous. I was working for twenty hours a day last week finishing make up. I'm stressed, I'm filming a music video tomorrow. I am in no way pregnant, because we use protection and you know it." Scarlett raises her voice, tears forming in her eyes as she says the word.

Pregnant.

Which she wasn't. She was sure of it. The last time she thought of carrying a child she was with another man, who made her believe she was infertile at one point. She left the idea of becoming a mother at the back of her mind, despite it being a longing for her. Now, the idea scared her.

"Isn't it worth it to take a test at least? Just to put my mind at rest, Scarlett, please. I've been up all night pacing and wondering if we're prepared to be parents or not."

Tom sounded desperate on the phone, which meant that Scarlett needed to take it seriously. She sighed, rubbing her eyes together and resting her head on her hands, which were forward on her knees.

"Okay, I'll take a test."

𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔪

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this was an extra super long chapter
of better off to celebrate one whole year since i first published this series, the pact. i can't believe it. a whole year !! time flies when we have fun PlutoTown ;)

also pls fucking vote i ac cannot stand ghost readers i hate y'all sm