Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Falls Apart Part 2

Hey everyone! Thank you so so so much for reading this. Literally, you have no idea how happy I was to see someone had read it. As requested, and because I had an alarmingly empty weekend, here is part two. A little less angry and a bit sweeter, but nevertheless, extremely important and insightful. Hopefully... 

Not really sure if this is a trigger warning, but I mention what happened back in June 2020 with Tom and the George Floyd/BLM movement/death threats/that situation. And there's more swearing, but if that's not your cup of tea, how on earth did you get through part 1? And mentions of abuse.

Hope you're all staying healthy, safe, and happy! Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, Happy 22nd birthday, Sam and Harry, and happy reading. I realize that when you do read this, it probably won't be the 14th anymore, so Happy President's Day if that's your thing, and if not, happy Monday. Love you all 3000.

Tom walked into Y/N's little room, wringing his hands together. This is gonna suck. Y/N was propped up against the pillows, phone in hand, biting her lip. Tom cleared his throat.

"Tom?" Y/N looked up. "Oh, good, you're back. We need to talk."

"Talk?" Tom was ashamed that his voice cracked. This can only mean one thing. And I'm not a fan. "Yeah, yeah, we can—" Tom swallowed hard. "We can talk."

Y/N just raised an eyebrow. "You know the tabloids? The ones publishing this stuff about us?"

"Fuck."

"Well, yeah, you're right, but..." she trailed off. "We should probably do something about it."

Of course, she was right, and Tom was still stuck in the doorway trying to motivate himself to sit down. "We should. We should do...something...yeah, I was uh. I was thinking? I mean, I hate that they wrote about us, Y/N, so fucking angry I threw a fit and Haz had to witness it all." With every word, Tom gained confidence.

"We should probably address all of our fans, your fans, who are flipping out too. They deserve the truth. We should do an Instagram Story. I'm still private, just my baking account is public, so I don't think it would be beneficial to put something on my account, but if you're up to it, we could do a story together and maybe a post or something on both our accounts. I dunno if Twitter is the right platform, but maybe it is. You know, promoting Spider-Man but also what's going on here. I mean if you want. I don't want to pressu—

"Y/N, it's fine," Tom interrupted a little more harshly than he wanted. "How are you not exploding right now? Haz literally watched me lose it."

"There's no point in both of us freaking out. Haz texted me. Told me to take it easy with you. Be rational. Believe me, I was going to throw a fit, I did a bit, but there's no point. We have to move forward. If we address the fans, then we can get the truth out, we can let people know that I got appendicitis and it isn't some big scandal. It isn't."

"You're not angry with the cheating rumors?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm not blind, but I'm not stupid either. I see where they're coming from, but I know you better. I trust you, Tom, and I know you trust me."

"Good, I was—"

"Incredibly anxious and irrational?"

Tom picked at his nails. "Yeah." He took her hand in his and took a breath. "I love you, you know."

"Love you 4000."

"Four thousand, darling? I think you mean 3000."

"Two tons, Tom. Not just one and a half."