"(Y/N), are you even listening to me? He was all over you! I brought you to the award show and then you spend the whole night all cozied you with Tom Holland!" Timothée yelled as we walked into our apartment, Timothée slamming the door as we walked inside.

"Are you being serious right now?" I asked him and he nodded his head. "I can't believe you. I was not cozied up with him. First of all, he was flirting with me, which I continuously backed away from. Second of all, you disappeared and I don't know anyone. Tom was talking to me, and I am so grateful for that otherwise I would have been left by myself!" I retaliated. "I disappeared because I was so tired of seeing you and Tom flirt like middle schoolers!" He fired back and I rolled my eyes. "You are being ridiculous. I would think after two years together we would have a established a sense of trust with each other. Or at least outlawed the petty jealousy. I'm sleeping on the couch." I mumbled and grabbed some blankets out of the closet.

Timothée sighed and took two steps toward me, but I took two steps back. He sighed, his head falling and he headed upstairs. I was not going to let him speak to me like that, especially considering his concerns were unrealistic. It hurt me that he didn't trust me after two years of us being together, especially with all of the rumors I put up with and all of the hateful fan girls.

I made myself comfortable on the couch, turning on Netflix and watching The Office, but I wasn't really watching. I was discouraged from the conversation I had with Timothée, and I was just trying to distract myself from the hurt I felt.

It occurred to me that I was still in my nice clothes from the award show. I sighed, knowing that I was going to have to go to our room to change and take off my makeup.

I started my trot upstairs, and I knocked once before I entered our room, which just felt weird and I immediately regretted it. He was laying in our bed, scrolling through his phone. His eyes darted up from the screen, a hopeful expression on his face. But I was not giving in until he apologized for what he said and for his lack of trust. "I'm just coming to change and wash my face." I told him and he nodded, his facial features dropping and his eyes looking away from me.

I grabbed a pair of sweats and a t shirt from my drawer, notably not one of Timothée's, thank God. I scurried into the bathroom, closing the door. I looked in the mirror and I realized just how much this was hurting me. I had tried to put up a tough girl act, but it really hurt me knowing that Timothée didn't trust me enough to leave me alone with a guy, especially after being together for two years.

Tears started to fall from my eyes and I sniffled, quickly wiping my eyes in hopes that Timothée didn't hear me. I don't know if he did or not, but soon enough he was knocking on the bathroom door.

"Chérie, please come out. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was being insecure and jealous. I'm so sorry, mon amour. Please come out." He pleased from the other side. I sighed, knowing that he was genuinely sorry. I wiped my tears and I washed my face quickly, opening the door to reveal a watery eyed Timothée.

He immediately wrapped his arms around me, causing me to tense up slightly, but I gave in and hugged him back. My face nuzzled into his chest and he whispered countless apologies and sweet nothings in my ear.

"I can't believe I was so stupid. I'm so sorry, my love. Please forgive me. I feel awful." I sighed into his chest. "Timmy, I forgive you for the jealousy, but it really hurts that you don't trust me. We've been together for two years, I just hoped that you could trust me enough to be alone with another guy and stay loyal to you. You know I would never cheat or leave you, and it hurts me really bad that you don't trust me." I admitted.

"Baby, I trust you. With my entire heart. I just felt so jealous seeing you with Tom, I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm so sorry, beautiful. Please understand and forgive me." I nodded, knowing he was telling the truth. "I forgive you. Just please, next time you feel jealous, remember that I'm yours. Forever. I'm never going to leave you. Not for Tom Holland, not for anybody." I told him and he smiled, kissing me on the forehead.

"I promise I will never act out on my jealousy ever again." He stated proudly and I smiled, knowing that he meant it. "Okay, now lets go lay in our bed, that couch is not good to sleep on." I joked and he laughed knowingly.

That night, as I drifted off to sleep, I smiled knowing that nothing would come between us again: we are forever.