YOU [tom holland]

01- Honesty

January 4th, 2020 - The night

For some reason tonight Tom couldn't keep his hands still. It was the first time in years were he was actually nervous, he didn't like that at all.

He has gone down a couple of drinks already, the night was still young, but time was running so slow he was starting to feel this exact moment in his life would life forever, and he was starting to grow anxious as never before.

When he turned his head to the right, the only thing he could see were the blinding lights going all around the room, accompanied by the loud music and gigantic crowd that naturally came with it. If he took a closer look it was easy for him to spot familiar faces, people that were dancing and having fun without him, people he loves but that might be about to start hating him. Because he hasn't done a single thing and he already feels like a bad person.

Those bright green eyes he knows so well shined directly towards him, and he couldn't not spot them as they turned to him, that was something that came with having a good eye sight. The face of his girlfriend was smiling to him, waving him to come join her, but he wasn't in the mood, so he shook his head in denial.

He knew she wouldn't take no for an answer, he knew her like the palm of his hands, she never gave up so easily.

It was only a matter of seconds - and couple blinks - to have her standing right in front of him, hands on his shoulders and the biggest smile on her face. She was happy tonight, he felt bad.

"There you are!" she yelled, even though he could perfectly hear her, but the euphoria was kicking her hard. "Why are you sitting down?! This is a party" she fake frowned, as she took a look at him up and down.

He did what he does best, act natural and mask shit out. After all, that's all he could possibly do to avoid tension.

"It's called a small break, genius" he rolled his eyes, letting out a sarcastic tone that came out playful.

"Right, sorry" she said, going in to take a sit right beside him.

Feeling her arms go around his waist made him even more nervous. When he turned his head to the side, her lips crashed messily into his, greeting him peck, and letting him know she was indeed having a very fun night, but not only that, she was silently telling him she cared and she hoped he was having a good night too.

I'm a bad person.

That thought wouldn't stop going around his head as time went by, and as he opened his eyes and saw hers, she moved over and went to take the last sip of his drink, he felt even worse. She was unusually happy, and he was about to ruin it from all sudden.

Should he give some sort of hint before exploding the bomb?

Should he leave it out for another occasion?

Would it be better is he said it now?

None, none of those answers seemed like a good option. He was second guessing himself and that was even worse. It was going to be a disaster and there was no way to evict that.

Scratch that, I'm a terrible person.

A couple of big hands landed on his shoulders from all sudden, making him jump in place and sending shivers down his spine. She got scared too at the sudden move, but she smiled right after, once she saw the face behind the small prank, and the one that gave Tom the scare of his life.

"Baby!" Tuwaine's voice busted in his ears out of the blue, and almost knock him out of his seat.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, doing his best to not fall over "Fuck! Don't do that, shitface"