Tom Holland Imagines

Accident's Happen (Part 2)

I woke up blurry eyed and my head pounding. Thoughts of last night flooding my brain. The main one being Tom. How I'd never felt the butterflies that I felt around him than around anyone else. 

I grabbed my phone and flicked down to his contact 'the hot guy from the bar' thinking about whether I should call him. However he probably doesn't even remember me. I'm not memorable enough. To plain and too boring. I'm not that attractive either. And Tom. Well he was ridiculously fit. He's way out of my league. So I decided I'd not call him and just try to forget. 

I looked over and saw Lily sleeping next to me. She'd come back to mine to crash after last night and had come home 30 minutes after I had. 

I got up and went to the kitchen to grab water and paracetamol for the both of us. By the time I'd gotten back to my bedroom Lily was awake and was on her phone. I chucked the paracetamol at her and handed her the glass of water after I got back into bed. 

'How was your night?' 

'Good,' she sighed. 'Met this guy called Harrison. Really nice. Got his number but just debating calling him.' 

'Why not. Just give him a message.' 

'Oh I dunno. It was only supposed to be a one night thing.' 

'No ones saying it has to be a major thing. Just go on a date sober with him and see if you get on.' 

'Yeah I guess. So how was your night?' 

'Fucked some guy in the club bathroom so normal,' I laughed. 

'What the fuck,' Lily laughed too. 

'My head hurts now though and I'm gonna order breakfast. Want some?' 

'Please. Starving.' 

I'd spent the next month or so just working. I'd barley been able to get a day off and was desperate for some time off but I needed the money. London was an expensive place to live. I'd worked myself so much I'd started to feel slightly ill so I had to call in sick. I was sat in bed flicking through my phone when something felt slightly off. 

Fuck. I was late. I'm never late. I gulped. I couldn't be pregnant. I was on the pill. 

I stared at myself in the mirror. My face red and puffy from where I'd be crying. The positive test on the counter. Every possible thought racing through my mind. Considering my options. I couldn't bring myself to have an abortion. I personally don't think I bear it. 

'I'm gonna keep it,' I muttered to myself still in slight shock. 

My mind suddenly went to Tom. I knew it was his. It had to be. I hadn't had sex for like 2 months before I met him and hadn't since. I also hadn't messaged or called him since. And I was going to have. 

Drop a bomb. Change his life. And that was even if he wanted to be involved. Fuck. I got my phone out and scrolled to Tom's contact. I gulped before hitting call. Nerves racing through my body as the phone rang. 

'Hi Tom it's Y/N... Yeah I know about a month. Been meaning to call... Erm can you meet me for coffee somewhere today... Yeah I know where that is. Meet at 1?... Nice see you then.' 

I put down the phone. Dreading the conversation I was going to have to have with him. 

'Are you sure it's mine?' 

'Well I haven't had sex since that night Tom so pretty sure.' 

'Look no need to be sarcastic with me. I'm in shock.' 

'And I'm not.' 

'Well what do you want to do.' 

'I want to keep it. You can be as involved as you want. No pressure either way. I just wanted to let you know.'