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clandestine (chapter 3)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 3: sparks fly

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: drinking, smoking, cursing

word count: 1.5k

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JFK to Heathrow was a 7 hour flight. Y/N was going to London to promote her new movie with Tom. She wasn’t the lead but was still asked to do so because she was going there to film her new movie over the summer. She reached London at 10 a.m.

She felt exhausted even though she had slept throughout the flight. She hoped that London would give her some peace. New York, her home, came with exhausting people, came with Haz. Every conversation with him was mentally draining for her. London was not New York. London had Tom, who was the opposite of Haz.

Haz was someone who would walk into a room and make everyone aware of his presence. He would make sure that he had the upper hand over everything. He was insecure, and anyone who really knew him could tell, but he would try his best to hide it by being a cocky, confident version of himself. That might have made people believe that he was arrogant or obnoxious but Y/N knew that deep down, he was still trying to navigate through the world and that in particular, made Haz so charming.

Tom, on the other hand, was quiet about his confidence. He was the kind of person who just walked into a room and didn’t have to be arrogant to have all eyes on him. There was something beaming from within him that he probably couldn’t even control that made people turn their heads. When you see him, you just feel like walking over to him and talking to him for hours.

He felt like enjoying your favourite song without turning the volume up. You could enjoy his company even with comfortable silence because he knew who he was and didn't brag about it. Y/N found this to be the most interesting quality in him. It’s not his charm or valour, it’s him.

Y/N was unpacking for the summer, when she got a call from Tom. “Hey Tom”, she was happy to hear his voice.

“A little birdie told me that you’re here”, he said.

“Huh?” she was confused.

“Greta, I mean I heard from Greta that you’re here, in London”

“Yeah, I got in few hours ago”

“Where are you staying?”

“I’m renting an apartment in Camden”

“Oh, I-um, I was wondering if you wanna grab a pint with me?” He took ages to finish the sentence and it took seconds for Y/N to agree.

“Yess! I mean, great, I’ll text you the address” it was hard for him to contain his excitement.

Tom reached the pub before Y/N. He was on his second pint when Y/N entered. He was sitting in a booth, going through his phone. Tom stood up when he saw her walking over towards him. “You look beautiful,” Tom said in amazement. When Y/N laughed at his words he realised he said it out loud.

“Thanks” she said with a smile. They both sat down a few inches away from each other.

“What do you wanna drink?”

Y/N’s phone was ringing, it was Haz.

“How about you get me a pint and I’ll take this call, what do you say?”

“Okay”, he said and got up.

Y/N went outside the pub to take the call. It was drizzling outside, wondering which version of Haz she was going to get, she lit a cigarette. Was it going to be the man she married or the man who was consumed by jealousy?

“Hey love”, a soft spoken Haz was met on the other side of the phone.

“Hi” she replied with politeness, taking a long drag.

“Did you reach London safely?” She could hear the genuine concern in his voice.

She blew out the smoke, “yeah, I ended up getting the Camden apartment.”

“That’s good, anyway, I called you because I wanted to let you know that I signed an ad campaign. They are filming it in London so I’ll be there for a few weeks in July. “

“That’s amazing Haz”, a group of women came out of the pub laughing loudly.

“Are you out somewhere?”

“Yeah I’m out for drinks”

“Oh okay, I’ll let you get back to it then” he hung up.

Y/N dropped her cigarette butt and stepped on it. She didn’t know how to feel about the interaction. She went back in, Tom was waiting for her with their glasses.

“Who was it?” He asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“It was just Haz”

“How are things with Haz, if you don’t mind me asking?” Tom was aware of the turbulence in their relationship from on-set gossip.

“We’re-umm“, Y/N took some time to condense all of the things she felt about Haz into a simple sentence for him.

“We’re not that good”

Tom noticed her sad eyes.

“Well enough about me, what have you been up to? How’s your family?” She said with a burst of energy.

“Ah-hum”, he let out a little sigh.

“My life hasn’t really been that exciting since I came back from New York, one might even call it dry. It’s just work and pub. That’s it. But, my dad is working on a new book and my mum is trying to get my little brother into acting too”

“I wish I had a little brother”

“No you don’t, they’re like your personal monsters who you can’t hate because you are conditioned to love them”

She laughed, their eyes locked, filled with fondness for the other. She looked down at her empty glass, taking note of the sparks flying around them.

“Have you been to Ireland?” she asked in an attempt to neutralise the chemical reaction they both felt.

“Nope I haven’t, which is weird ‘cause it’s very close to England”

“I wanna go and just get drunk on Guinness there. It’s on my bucket list”

“Cute. You have a bucket list”

They were getting closer to each other with every word they spoke.

“Everyone has a bucket list. Maybe we should go to Ireland together”, Y/N suggested.

“Don’t. Don’t make empty promises”, they were both buzzed. He put his hand on her thigh, subconsciously.

“What if I’m not”, she said in an almost whisper. Y/N’s sight kept alternating from his eyes to his lips. They looked irresistible. They were inching in closer. Finally Tom filled the gap with his lips on Y/N’s.

A lyrical smile came on Tom's face. Y/N deepened into the kiss, her hand laced in his hair, pulled him closer to her. He broke away, “as much as I would like to continue this, I think we should follow the spark somewhere else”

Y/N looked around the swamp of half-drunk people and sighed.

“Fine, but I’ll drive”

Tom obliged and gave her his car keys.

—-

What Y/N had thought was as a onetime thing, became a pastime. Y/N decided to take the road less travelled by. The road of infidelity, which was covered with wild ivy. The ivy, named Tom, groped her further and further, with every step she took. She started to fall in love with him, with each clandestine meeting.

He would come over to her house, each night, with his hood over his head, making sure nobody saw him leave. They would try to find places, away from the prying eyes of people and hunters with smartphones. Every time, before Tom kissed her, he would say, “you know we can always stop” and every time she would think that she couldn’t because his magnetic field was drawing her in, deeper and deeper.

Tom was scared, not because of people finding out, but because he thought a day would come when Y/N would realise that this is all wrong and pull the plug. With her, he never thought that they were out of the woods, the thrill always lingered in the air. Sometimes he wondered if the drug of the thrill would stop working after the first few times.

They would stare at each other with longing, during interviews. What they thought were stolen glances, weren’t going unnoticed by the media. There were speculations around them. After every panel, a new rumour was born and each rumour caused a new fight between Y/N and Haz.

After every fight, Y/N would knock on Tom's garden gate, crying. Y/N had her guard up all the time. For the rest of the world, she was meticulous with every word she said but with Tom, it was no good.

Every step she took with Tom, she wondered if Haz knew. Did Haz know that he was right not to trust her? With every step Tom took with Y/N, he wondered if she knew how much in love with her he was. Did she know that he was ready to carve her name on his bedpost as the last one?

They both wondered if the other knew that they were ready to ruin themselves for each other a million little times.

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*Correction: Apologies for the typo in the originally posted caption above -- 2000, of course, not 2002. Slip of the keyboard.

On 30 December 1999, George and Olivia were nearly murdered in their own home. CW: It's a horrific event; please be aware that there are details of violence.

"George and I were saved by desperation, love of one another and the Grace of God. My husband was a whisper away from death and the possibility that Abram could have attacked our son Dhani before reaching us was unbearable." - From Olivia's court statement, Nov 2000

"'[George] was wearing a black, quilted Issey Miyake jacket, and in the chest pocket was a thick layer of gardening notes he'd folded up and put there. Later, they found forensic evidence of knife stabs through the paper,' she said.

Still, what truly saved Harrison were the actions of his wife. [...] George, seeing that Abram was now grabbing Olivia by her throat, staggered upward to rejoin the battle. 'There was a moment during the struggle,' Olivia said, 'that I noticed that this silk hanging we had on the wall was getting covered in blood, and I thought, He's winning. He's going to kill us. We have to step it up and do this.' [...]

'[George] told me that his mind focused on letting go, leaving his body in the way that he wanted to go,' Olivia said. 'He thought that he was being murdered, and he didn't want to die on someone else's terms. He told me, "I was lying there, thinking, I can't believe this is happening! Well, I'd better just start getting with God, preparing."'" - Vanity Fair, 3 Oct 2011

"George was badly injured and, just when he thought he was going to die, he had to get up and fight the guy all over again because he’d come after me. If it had been one of us on our own, we would have definitely been killed." - Olivia Harrison, Liverpool Daily Post, 13 Oct 2003

"George was viciously attacked in his house, stabbed many times. That really upset me. I felt it had a lot to do with George's death, really. I feel that. I think that he was on his way up, recovering, and it really took a lot of wind out of his sails." - Tom Petty, Conversations With Tom Petty

"I vividly remember a deliberate thrust of the knife into my chest and immediately felt my chest deflate and felt blood enter my mouth. I believed I had been fatally stabbed." - George Harrison in a written statement to the court, Nov 2000

"As I went into the main hall my mother was lying at the bottom of the stairs. [...] I ran up to her and she said, ‘It's OK, Dhani. It's OK, honey.’ I noticed her lips and mouth were very dry and I shouted at one of the police officers, ‘Get her some water.’ I then asked, ‘What happened?’ She said, ‘Daddy is upstairs, he is badly hurt,’ or something similar. She then said, ‘I'm OK. Go to him.’ I knew that what was upstairs was much worse. I put my hand on my mother and said repeatedly, ‘I love you.’ [...] I could see my father down the landing just inside the bedroom door. I went up to him, entering the bedroom and kneeling to assist him. Due to the amount of blood, which I find hard to describe, I was immediately covered in it. There were two pools of blood on the floor, blood on the walls and lots of broken glass. [...] My father said something like, ‘It's bad Dhan, it's bad. He stabbed me up a lot.’ [...] [Dhani repeated over and over] 'Stay with me, Dad.' [...] He was drifting, he looked even paler in the face and he was groaning and saying, 'I'm going out.' He made little sense and I knew he was losing consciousness. [...] He said, ‘Dhani, I'm going, I'm going.’ His eyes were rolling. I could only see the whites of them and he said, ‘I love you Dhan.’ He was strapped in and covered in blankets and we manoeuvred him towards the stairs. By this time the attacker had been removed. We got to the top of the stairs and at that point my father looked at me. He said, ‘I love you Dhan.’ One of his eyes rolled back independently of the other eye. Throughout his ordeal, my father's words were broken with coughing and spluttering. Then he said, ‘Hare Krishna’ and he closed his eyes. At this point he drew a very strange, deep breath. His mouth puckered, he drew his cheeks in and he sucked in his bottom lip. This breath made me react immediately. I shouted, ‘Dad, you're with me, listen to my voice. It is going to be OK. Stay with me.’ His face was contorted and he had not taken a breath for some seconds - an alarmingly long period. As I finished shouting he breathed out and opened his eyes. I have never seen another human being dead or alive - and I have seen my grandfather in his coffin - look so bad. My father was now back with us and I kept up the encouragement, hoping he would stay conscious. We were nearly halfway down the stairs when he went again. I again screamed at him, ‘Dad, stay with me and listen to my voice.’ I vividly remember saying, ‘This is the worst it gets. From now on, it's only getting better. I want you to focus on getting better. We have hit rock bottom, it is only getting better.’ I kept repeating this so he could focus on my voice. At the bottom of the stairs it happened again and again I repeated the process and thankfully he came back. My mother was still at the bottom of the stairs with a blanket wrapped around her. She was covered in blood and had a very nasty head wound. She was saying, ‘I'm cold, I'm cold.’ She said to my father, ‘It's OK, honey. You are going to be all right.’" - Dhani Harrison in court testimony, Nov 2000, Mirror, 19 Nov 2000

"[T]he man who tried to murder my parents wasn't locked up and now works in a Citizens Advice Bureau." - Dhani Harrison, Evening Standard Magazine, 26 Jun 2006

"It definitely took years off his life, you know. Cos if you're trying to fight cancer and then you're trying to stay alive for something like that, you know... It's gotta... it's gotta take it out of you." - Dhani Harrison, Living In The Material World

"[The attacker] takes all music literally — it is the Beatles at the moment, but a few weeks ago it was Oasis. He has been running in pubs shouting about the Beatles. He hates them and even believes they are witches and takes their lyrics seriously." - The attacker's mother to a newspaper in 1999

"It was premeditated, [the attacker] did come to the town some weeks before and... and was looking for where George lived. I mean, he was actually trying to get Paul, but I think he just couldn't find him. And he was very sick, very florid schizophrenic. But... but he was deemed 'not guilty by reason of insanity,' and I think it should have been 'guilty but insane.' And that's where I think the law, you know, could be changed." - Olivia Harrison, NPR, Mar 2004

"George was coaching me, I have to say. And George was very brave and people don't know that. Because he had already been injured and he had to jump up and bring him down to stop him from attacking me. You know, he saved my life too." - Olivia Harrison, Dateline NBC, Nov 2002

"Tania and I immediately jumped on a plane and flew to stay with him and Olivia at their home in Oxfordshire. We were relieved to find them both home, battered and bruised, but alive. We could so easily have been flying for their funeral. George proudly showed me his seven stab wounds. Some were both entry and exit wounds where the kitchen knife had gone right through him. One had punctured and collapsed his lung, leaving George dangerously short of breath, with his lung filling up with blood as he lay on the floor, chanting. 'I thought I was dead, Eric,' he said. Carried out to the ambulance, covered in blood, he said to his appalled house managers, who had just started working for him, 'So, what do you think of the job so far?' If you can imagine the ultimate nightmare, an armed intruder in your home at three thirty in the morning, breaking windows and screaming at you to come downstairs, you pretty much have the picture." - Eric Idle, The Greedy Bastard Diary

"I was briefly left alone with the policewoman, who had been taking notes. I asked her what happened, but all she would say was, ‘I think that Mrs. Harrison is one of the bravest people I’ve ever met.’ I don’t think any of the readers would like to contemplate fighting for their lives in their own home for seventeen very long minutes." - Jools Holland, Barefaced Lies and Boogie-Woogie Boasts

"But even in such an extreme situation, George was absolutely resolute to determine his life and his death himself. And he would have died then, if I hadn’t struck the attacker down with a fire poker. When you meditate, it’s about contacting your inner self and overcoming the physical body. George thought, as injured as he was: you’re not going to steal this moment from me. I don’t know how many people would survive a test in this way. That’s why it was a gift that he went peacefully in his sleep two years later." - Olivia Harrison, translated from Süddeutsche Zeitung, 25 Nov 2011

"Thank you for your kind thoughts, flowers and messages of concern and compassion for our ordeal. Your kindness and love were a great help and a desperately needed contrast to our unfortunate experience. We would like to wish you and your families a happy new year and hope it will be a peaceful and loving one. We hope to see you again soon. George, Olivia and Dhani Harrison" - New Year's card from the Harrison family

"Olivia and I are overwhelmed by the concern expressed by so many people. We thank everyone for their prayers and kindness." - George Harrison, AP, Jan 2000 (x)

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