𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝟮 ⁑ t.holland

20. home sweet home

At first, when hearing someone knock at my door, I was prepared to simply ignore it, hoping they'd just go away. 
I sat legs crossed on my kitchen floor, staring at Sushi swimming around in his fish bowl. I've been sitting on the dirty tiles for twenty minutes with nothing else planned for the rest of the day. Honestly, I was sure that this was it for me. Half of my fanbase resented me for lying to them, everyone whose kept me in check no longer wanted anything to do with me. I was all alone.

I watched the gold fish swim into the little cave Andrea forced me to get him a while ago, groaning loudly at the sound of someone banging at my apartment door for the sixth time in the past two minutes. 
I lean into the bowl set out in front of me, as if I was whispering to the fish and he'd somehow understand me. "I'm gonna kill whoever's out there" I tell him, my annoyance spiking at the sound of them knocking once again.

"Fucking hell!" I yell out, getting up off the kitchen floor. "I'm coming! Calm your tits."
When reaching the door, I turn the lock and swing it open, ready to yell at whoever it was banging at my front door. But, seeing Tom instantly shut me up.

He barely gave me the chance to ask what he was doing here. Instead he sighed, and set his suitcase down next to him. "Pack a bag. We're going on vacation."

I frown, not knowing what he was up to. "What?" I ask him, not sure I understood what he meant by "vacation".

"Put your shit in a bag, our plane leaves in an hour."

He seemed angry, tired of my shit. But, then again, who wasn't? The brunette wasn't smiling or glaring at me too bad, just kept a straight face and didn't talk other than to answer my millions of questions and complaints. 

As told, I put a few articles of clothing in a silver suitcase and locked my apartment door.

*  *  *

I walked down the aisle of the jet, sitting across from Tom with a glass of wine in hand. Once setting the glass down on the small table in front of me, he quickly wrapped his fingers around the bottom and pulled it away from me, making me frown. "What the hell?" I complained, watching as he pushed it to the furthest end of the table so I couldn't reach it sitting down.

"No drinking for the entire trip" He said in a monotone voice. Tom still had this hint of irritation lingering in his tone but I didn't have the gut to ask him about it. Maybe it was because I already knew what he was so annoyed about, maybe it was because I was terrified of disappointing him the way I've been recently. Who knows?

"That's bull" I retort, leaning back. He looked up at me, brows furrowing. His expression screamed "I don't care" but his stance said "go on" with an immense amount of sarcasm. With his arms crossed over the table, body leaned in, I chose to ignore the blaring sarcasm. "If I'm gonna go on vacation, I'm gonna want to have a few drinks."

"Your definition of "a few drinks" is until your shit-face drunk on your hotel bathroom floor" He countered, not buying any of my shit. "Brooklyn, all I ask is that you trust me with this. You want Harrison and Andy to trust you again, right?" He waited for my response but all I could do at that point was nod a little. One part of me was caught off guard that he had already found out about our fight, and the other was ashamed that he felt responsible for taking care of me. "Okay, so... no drinking for our entire trip and then... I can't tell you what to do after that. It's all up to you."

I bite the inside of my cheek, looking for a way out of this whole conversation. After a few minutes of silence between us, I sigh and look around. "Where are we going anyway?" I ask him, his eyes locked with his phone again.

He shut the device off for good now and looked up at me, matching my position; leaned back, arms resting on the table. "Portland"

My brows knit together, eyes wide. "What?" I spit out. "I was just there. I'm not gonna go back only a few weeks later--"