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Beautiful Trauma

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She fell down a flight of stairs, not just one or two but an entire flight and it was just another reason he was becoming more attracted to her. It wasn't that she got injured but the fact that she was wild, insane. He had begun to forget that part of him and she set it alight. He had rushed down the steps, laughing as he helped her up and she was laughing, blood dripping down her arm but laughing.

"Think I've had my limit," she said, and he took the wine bottle she had demanded taking from the restaurant.

"I'd say so," he said, and she sighed, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her slim waist.

"Fuck, I can't drink like I used to, it sucks," she said, and Tom smiled as he carefully guided her down the steps. They reached the fresh air and he heard her inhale deeply. "God that feels good," she said, and he brought her over to his car.

"I'll take you home," he said and opened the door, she fell in unceremoniously. Tom got in his side and started the car. "Just don't throw up in here," he said, and she smiled.

"That's a promise I can't make," she said, and Tom pulled out of the parking lot.

He had met her the eighth day of filming, she had been in LA and was delayed from a previous film. The moment she entered the room she set it alight, she made everyone pay attention to her without even trying and Tom couldn't take his eyes from her. She had sat down next to him and introduced herself, there had been no awkwardness between them. She soon became his partner in crime on the film, she brought his younger self out and he couldn't get enough of being near her, she made him feel 18 again. When they had finished the film, she had flown to London and they had continued hanging out, he had introduced her to Charlotte. Charlotte enjoyed her as much as Tom and she soon became part of the family, his sons loved her too. He had helped her find a house in London and was more than happy she was staying.

They would leave soon on a press tour and Tom was looking forward to it, the first one in a long time. He had requested that he be partnered with her on the interviews and the studio agreed, recognizing the chemistry between them.


The morning was chilly as Tom stepped out of the car into the airport, signing a few autographs and pausing for fan photos. As he walked through, he kept his eyes peeled for her, she was supposed to be on the same flight, but he didn't see her yet.

"Addy! Addy!" someone started shouting and Tom looked, trying to find her. He finally saw her, sunglasses on and back pack on, trying to shield herself from the press. Tom had told her to hire bodyguards, but she said she wasn't big enough of a celeb to do that. He stopped and waited until she caught up with him.

"Thought you would miss the flight," he said, and she sighed.

"Yeah, I thought so too," she said, and they continued. They exited to the tarmac and boarded the private jet, finding their seats. Addy dropped into a seat and looked out the window, something was wrong. Normally she was a spitfire, bursting with life but now she was sullen, drawn into herself. He sat across from her and studied her for a moment.

"You alright?" he asked, and she shrugged. "Addy," he said, reaching out and touching her knee. She sighed and removed her sunglasses, a brilliant bruise laced around her eye. "What the fuck?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, it’s why I was late," she said and put the sunglasses back on.

"But how did it happen?" he asked, and she sighed.

"Lew," she said, and Tom recognized the name of a guy she had been on and off with.

"He hit you?" he asked, he felt the back of his neck get prickly.

"Yeah, apparently he doesn't like how close you and I are, when I told him I had to do the press tour, he didn't take to it," she said, and Tom shook his head.

"Addy, you need to get out of that relationship," he said, and she nodded. "I'm serious Addy," he said, and she looked at him. "I don't like him," he said.

"I know, Tom but it's not that easy," she said, and Tom sighed. Lew had been with her since the start, since she began her trek to fame and now that she was at the top of the world, he knew that Lew wasn't about to give her up. He felt what she had now was owed to him, but Tom didn't agree. Whenever Addy was with Lew she was a different person, quiet and submissive, not the Addy he knew. Away from Lew, she was wild and spirited.

"I can help," he said, and she looked at him. She removed her glasses again and she smiled at him.

"I know this bothers you, Tommy but please, I can handle it," she said, and he nodded. He didn't think she could though, he was petrified every time she returned home to him. He was scared that one night she'd piss him off too far and Lew would beat the ever-living shit out of her, that he'd get a phone call that she was in the hospital or worse. "I promise," she said and rested a hand on his, he stared at them together.

"I know you can, Addy," he said and kissed her fingers. "We're here though if you need us," he said, implying himself and Charlotte.

"I know, it’s what gets me through a lot of nights," she said and sat back, folding her arms again as she fell back into her thoughts.