About 3 weeks later

(Y/N)'s POV

You had to admit, being on set with Tom felt really weird. After that heartbreaking moment outside of your trailer, it has taken every ounce of energy from you not to cry every time you say him. To make matters worse, you were having to spend so much time with him in rehearsals and shooting scenes.

You were sitting on the floor of a rehearsal studio sewing your pointe shoes so you break them in before filming later that day. The room was quiet and your eyes kept wandering over the beautiful baby grand in the corner. It had been quite a while since you had last played, and maybe this is just what you needed to let out everything you were feeling. You moved over to the piano bench and carefully placed your finders on the ivory keys. Closing your eyes you took in a deep breath and just let the music flow from your heart to your fingers. You didn't even realized that you were crying until you heard Harrison's voice asking if you were alright.

"Hey (Y/N), have you seen Tom? Oh no are you alright?"

"Honestly, no."

"Is it about what happened a few weeks ago between you and Tom?"

"No, yes, I don't know, maybe. I just I felt like he was playing with my emotions. I mean I know that after he left New York we wouldn't see eachother, but it was like every time I called or texted him I got some kind of response that he was too busy and he would call or text me back but he never would. It felt like my heart just slowly began to fray like a worn pair of jeans. Then we saw each other again in Montreal, but when we had a moment alone, I was hoping to talk about New York but his tone just kept screaming, "Nothing happened between us," and "I only think of you as a friend." And then I saw him here and that we would be doing a movie together and I thought, maybe this could change everything. I mean I thought I had just gotten over him and was completely ready to just be friends. Then he went in to kiss me and I had to stop because I couldn't do it. And now I've realized that I never really got over him. Harrison, this is driving me crazy and I just want everything to go back to how they were in New York and LA."

"Oh (Y/N), I'm sorry. Come here," Harrison says embracing you and placing a kiss to your head like Charlie always would, "hey, look I don't agree with what my mate necessarily did, but you need to cheer up and maybe I can help. Tomorrow is Friday, and Jacob, Harry, and Sam are coming to party with Tom and I for Tom's birthday. Please consider coming he really wants to apologize and this would really make him happy."

"Okay Haz, I'll think about it, and thanks again."

Tom's POV

I was walking back to set with wildflowers and a pint of lemon cake halo top ice cream to apologize to (Y/N). I had been wanting to for the past two and half weeks but every time I tried, I would chicken out or (Y/N) busy and couldn't talk, but today I wanted to apologize and to invite her out for my birthday tomorrow. Judging by the time I figured it was safe to assume that she would be in the studio. I walked in and gave a friendly smile to the young man sitting at the front desk. It didn't take long for me to find where she was, I had heard crying and piano music from down the hall. As I got closer to the room she was in I began to hear her voice and I think Haz's too. I peeked into the window to see what was going on, (Y/N) was sitting on the piano bench crying on Harrison's shoulder while he held her. I couldn't make out what they were talking about but I was already feeling angry. He pulled her in for a tight hug placing a kiss to her (y/h/c) hair as they continued their unintelligible conversation. I felt as though steam blew from my ears as I saw how she smiled looking at him and the way she kissed him on the cheek before he started walking towards the door. Fuming and slightly embarrassed I threw the flowers down and left the studio despite Harrison trying to hound me down.

"Five, six, seven, eight pas de bourrée pas de bourrée, now Tom and (Y/N) it's your entree. Tom emboite over towards (Y/N), (Y/N) attitude a la seconde and then pique turn pique turn arabesque and now Tom put your hands on (Y/N)'s waist and you two are going to do a fish dive. Excellent, maintenant encore. Cinq, six, sept, huit, allonge that attitude (Y/N), turn out more Tom. Okay everyone, thank you for rehearsal, see you all again on Monday."

"Great job Tom," (Y/N) said slightly out of breath, "Madame Vionnet seems to really think that we're doing well."

"Yeah, you too (Y/N)," I responded only half heartedly, "I've got to go, enjoy the long weekend."

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Friday Night

Music was blaring as I held my drink in hand. I hadn't spoken really to Harrison or (Y/N) since yesterday because I genuinely didn't know how to process it. Harrison walked over to someone he saw across the floor, probably one of Sam or Harry's friends, I had honestly stopped caring. After the events of the last few weeks, my birthday seemed less of an exciting day, and so far it was proving to be exactly that.

"Tom, mate, look who came," Harrison said taping me on the shoulder.

"Hey, Tom, Happy Birthday," (Y/N) said. I wanted to be mad at her in that moment, standing with her arm in Haz's, but I couldn't. She just looked so beautiful. She had on a black gingham crop cami with a matching black gingham mini skirt paired with black block heel sandals. Her (y/h/c) was styled very naturally, just left down and her makeup was minimal with the exception of a simple winged liner, mascara, and red lip.

"Thank you for coming (Y/N)."

"Of course Tom, I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world."

"Well, I'll leave you two alone," Harrison laughed and left for the dance floor for some girl with dark curls.

"Hey, Tom, can we talk somewhere a little less loud?"

"Sure, you want a drink or anything before?"

"Could you get me a blueberry basil lemonade with a splash of bourbon in it please?"

"Of course," I wink, like an idiot, and turn to the bartender and order (Y/N)'s drink. The two of us walk towards the outside where we could hear each other better.

(Y/N)'s POV

You took a swallow of your lemonade hoping that some liquid courage could help with what you were about to say. The sticky Atlanta air made you feel more nervous for some reason. You turned to look at Tom, releasing the breath you had no idea you had been holding in. Tom looked so happy, his blue jeans hung loosely and his burgundy t-shirt fit rather snugg, like the t-shirts Chris Evans wears in all the Captain America movies, the night light seemed to accentuate the twinkle in his eye when he looked at you. Noticing that he caught you staring, you blushed and turned your head away, and you took yet another swig of your drink.

"Tom, I wanted to apologize for what happened the other week, I had no right to explode on you the way I did and I hope that you can forgive me."

"Of course (Y/N), and I apologize for making you feel that way to begin with. Also I wanted to say that I saw you and Harrison yesterday, and I'm happy for you, and he's one lucky mate."

"What?"

"You and Harrison, you guys are together now right?"

"What oh no," you laugh, "Harrison was looking for you yesterday and heard me crying so he came in to cheer me up a little bit, that's all."

"Wow, I feel a bit daft now."

"Besides, you're the one I like," you mumbled under your breath.

"What did you say?"

"Oh nothing."

"No, you said something, I'm sure of it," Tom smirked knowing well what he heard you say.

"I said, that you're the one I like."

"Well, the media has had it wrong for a while, they all think I like Zendaya, when I've clearly been hard core crushing on you."

"Well Tom, I have something I'd like to give you for your birthday."

"Oh you didn't have to get me anythin...," you cut him off by kissing him.

"Happy birthday Tom."

"I liked that gift, can I have another?" The two of you kissed again, this time more passionate as your arms snaked around Tom's neck and his around your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Wow," Tom sighed.

"One more thing Thomas, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes," Tom says kissing you again. The evening continued on, the two of you dancing, goofing off, taking stupid photos with Jacob, Harrison, and the twins. Towards the end of the night the two of you were slow dancing to "You and Me" by Niall Horan.

"This is officially the best birthday ever," Tom whispered only loud enough for you to hear. 

A/N

Sorry for the late birthday post for Tom, I thought this was going to be a short cute birthday chapter but my brain lied to me and decided that this chapter was going to be long and adorable and cheesy af. Hope y'all enjoy it.