Stay With Me, Please | Pt.2

stay with me, please | pt.2

warnings: mentions of SELF-HARM, talks about attempting SUICIDE, depression, language, angst, heartbreak

a/n: please do NOT read this if you are sensitive on the topics in listed above. I do not support the topics. if you feel alone, call the suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255. please remember that you are loved, and when times get tough, it’s just a rough patch in your life, but it’ll be over with soon. look on the bright side of things. treat yourself with love and care. i love you all ♡

*i personally have never had an experience on this topic, but a very close friend of mine has, she took therapy and is better than ever now. feel free to talk to me by clicking ‘ask me anything.’ i myself have suffered from depression. i tried to cut myself and was only able to cut my fingertip. i have a habit of not eating a lot of food and trying to stay quiet, not to attract attention to myself. nobody knows about it, not even my family or close friends. sometimes i feel alone in this world, but then i remember that there are people out there that love me. it’s hard, i know, but stay strong, my lovelies, i know it’ll get better. i will make a post just on this because i’ve typed too much of this on my lil’ fic here, which have more parts to come, so enjoy!*

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pt.1 | pt. 2

You awoke to the bright lights shining in your eyes. You tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes, but it didn’t work.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Tom’s sounded tired.

You tried your hardest to turn your head to face him, but it didn’t work.

“Woah! Slow down, you haven’t healed yet. You’re still too weak. You’ll feel like you’re paralyzed only for an hour, so don’t worry. Here, let me help you.” His soft hands gently turn your head to face him.

He looks so tired like he hasn’t gotten any sleep. The dark under eye bags proving that he didn’t get any sleep. Tom was slouched over, gripping onto the hospital bed for support.

“Tom,” You were able to croak out, “Go sit down, you’re too weak. It’s okay.” He nodded his head and unsteadily walks back to the chair.

“Why?” Tom asked, sadness washing over his dull eyes.

“What?” You were confused.

“Why would you try to k-,” He struggled to get the word out. It was too painful to think about your limp body lying on the white tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Kill yourself,” He finally got it out. Tears started to fill his eyes.

I made him cry. I’m an idiot. I deserved to die. Why’d he have to save me? I’m just a waste of time.

“Please don’t cry, especially over me. I’m a waste of time, of effort.” You said quietly.

“No, you’re not! You aren’t a waste of time or effort! I love you! So fucking much as well! You don’t know how many people love you! Did you ever think about how the people around you would feel?! How I’d-,” He yelled, but you cut him off.

“You’re wasting your time yelling at me. Like I said if I had died, no one would have noticed and I would’ve been better off. You wouldn’t have to be here, wasting your breath. Look, Tom. You need to move on, to find someone better, like Zendaya. She’s so much better for you. It’s healthier for you to leave me,” You gave up on trying to speak loudly. Your voice was only a little over a whisper.

“No! You don’t get to choose what’s right for me! I love you, Y/N! You can’t just throw me away because you think you aren’t worth it! So listen up, I love you, and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon!” He demanded.

“If you won’t leave me, then I’ll have to leave you.” You sighed, trying your hardest to shake your head.

“No-,” you cut him off, “Tom, you can’t keep following after me, picking up all of my mishaps. You have to move on. I love you, and you mean the world to me, but it’s time that I go. So please, let go, I beg of you.” Tom’s eyes started to water, and his lips started to quiver.

Dammit, you made him cry, again.

“Please go, Thomas,” hearing you say his real name shocked him. He didn’t know what to do. You never said his real name, only Tommy, Tommo, Tom, and other nicknames.

“N-No, I can’t. I can’t,” he fell to his knees and started sobbing.

The tears rolled down his face rapidly as he kneeled there. His hands clenched into fists, continuously pounding the hospital floors.

The sound must’ve been heard by the doctor because the next thing you knew, they were standing at the door. They saw what was causing the noise, and you sympathetically looked over to the doctor, as if you were asking them to escort Tom out of the building. They nodded and continued onto their job. Somehow, the doctors were able to convince Tom to get up and exit your room.

You silently cried as you watched Tom get escorted out. You loved him. It was painful to let go of him, but you knew it was for the best. You couldn’t keep dragging him into your messes. Zendaya or any other girl would be better for him. You just hoped he would move on, and forget about you, completely.

“I love you, Tom,” you cried to yourself.

Tom couldn’t leave you. He stayed in the hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth. As the sunset, and more people started to leave, he sat down, sobbing his heart out.

Once Tom had calmed down, he walked back to your room, watching you sleep. You seemed so peaceful. He placed a hand on the glass, staring at you sympathetically.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll do anything for you. Just please, please, live. Don’t try to go again. I’ll always be waiting for you, my love. Love, Tom.” He wrote on a sticky note, placing it right beside you on your tray.

The tears slipped down his face as he kissed your forehead, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time. He slowly walked out, relapsing all of the wonderful memories he shared with you.

Tom knew you guys were forever.

As the sun peaked through the hospital window, you were awoken by your doctor. They informed you that you could leave the hospital the next day. You were able to move on your own, now.

“Ms. L/N, you have a note,” your doctor handed you the small sticky note and left the room.

Puzzled, you read the note.

“Love, Tom.” It read.

Tears started to flood your eyes.

He finally left.

A wave of desperation and contentment washed over you. He could finally grow and thrive without something to stop him, but you would never get to feel his lips on yours anymore, or the way he’d hold you when you were afraid.

He’s gone.

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“Hey, Y/N, darling,” Tom grinned.

“Yes, Tommy?” You hummed in response.

He quietly, but quickly, chuckled.

“You know, my dick should have a warning sign on it,” your eyes widened, then glared at him.

“What should that sign say, hm?”

“It should say ‘choking hazard,’” Tom placed his hand on his stomach and began to burst out in laughter.

“Isn’t that the label for small objects?” Now it was your turn to laugh.

Tom looked at you, putting on his cute pout and puppy eyes, but you still couldn’t stop laughing.

After you had ended your laughing fit, the two of you had a little fun ;)

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K so people in English use different terminology, and Tom’s said a few terms like “bloody hell” or “minging” but like imagine you bring him over for a visit with your family and every time he uses his slang, you don’t even flinch cause you know what he means and your family is just like 🤨

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a/n: omg i forgot about adding in english terminology, so sorry. gotchu tho. also, i don’t k is how to use these words, so im sorry if it’s used wrong :(( enjoy

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Tonight Tom was going to join me and my family for dinner. He was very nervous; continuously fidgeting with his suit and tie as we drove to my childhood home.

“Tom, babe, calm down. My family already adores you. Plus, they’ve already met you,” I giggled, shaking my head at his absurdity.

“I know, but we’ve never sat down a-and,” he gulped, “talked.”

“You’ll do fine, Tommy.” I stroked his thigh.

He relaxed under my touch, “You’re right, there’s nothing to worry about.”

When we arrived, Tom was surprisingly warm. He didn’t look as nervous as he was earlier. I was in my on thoughts while Tom and my parents talked about Tom and his acting career. Tom’s hand was gently resting on my thigh as he talked away.

My mother brought out a dish of fettuccine alfredo with chicken topping it. It smelled delicious. We all started to dig in, filling our plates with handfuls of the pasta.

“Bloody hell,” Tom sighs, “this is delicious.”

“Thank you, Tom. I try my best,” my mother smiles.

My father looks at me with confused eyes and I return the look, shrugging. Tom never used the term ‘bloody hell’ around me, so I don’t know what it means.

“Anyways, how’s living in Los Angeles? Heard it’s a pretty hectic city, is it true?” My father changes the subject.

“Indeed, there are many people there, but I enjoy the city. There is an issue with that minging scent around that place, though; smells heavily of cigars.” Tom shakes his head at the thought.

My family looks at me, still confused at the English terminology Tom was using but chooses to ignore it.

The night goes by smoothly, and we leave around 8 PM.

While we were driving home, I chose to acknowledge the terms Tom was using earlier, and asked him about it, “Tom?” He hums, “What does ‘bloody hell’ and ‘minging’ mean? I kind of understand ‘bloody hell,’ but not ‘minging.’”

Tom chuckles, “‘Minging’ means an unpleasant smell, darling.”

I let out a small “oh,” realizing what he meant.

“You’re adorable, princess,” I giggle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Tommy.”