Tom Holland is a Liar: T.H x Reader

Chapter 22

It was a quiet ride on the way to the airport, the radio played but we didn't pay much attention. I didn't pay much attention to anything at all really. I didn't talk much but neither did he, his face seemed square or maybe just chiseled into deep thought. The look seemed evident on him, he had both hands on the wheel and not even a look to spare my way. I wouldn't say anything because I knew it would just end in a fight. We weren't angry with each other, not at all, but I guess emotions were always easy to channel into anger. I could see the the parking lot for the sky a couple way's ahead, each plane sat side by side. Lifting off to who knows where and coming back who knows when. Once we entered the lot he came to a stop near the entrance of the airport, the shuffling crowds running in were intimidating. Soon enough he'll just be another person apart of the crowd, shuffling his way out of my life. 

"This is me then," he says lowly. 

I copy in his tone,"right, this is you."

"I'll call you maybe? When I land," he says, I nod but I don't count on it. 

"Yeah, you do that"

"Should I bring you anything when I get back?"

"You don't have to do that Tom"

He sighs in what I'm sure was out of stress, he always was the over thinker. 

"Have fun," I say. 

He gives me a smile and nods, he looks out the window, his fingers lay on the handle of the door. If he dared contemplate the idea of staying, I hope that's what he was doing. I selfishly hoped he wracked his brain to decide his next action, I selfishly hoped he'd pick me. 

He didn't. 

He opened the door and stepped out. I saw his grab his bags out of the trunk in the rear-view, then I saw him begin to walk inside. I got out of my side to go into the driver's seat, he stops in his step.

"Y/N?" he calls.

"Yeah," I reply leaning against the car in a sort've awkward halfway in-halfway out position. Though I rest my arm as if I'm relaxed.

He come's back to me to say one more thing, bags in hand. He rests them on the ground next to us.

"Y/n...." he starts, my eyes are locked in his intent. I breath out hoping he'd say what he means to but he kissed me instead. He cups my face in his hands and he smiles whilst his tongue plays with my lips. I was stunned but thankful. 

He pulls away and the smell of his cologne slowly faded away in the smell of London air. He smiles one last time for me and kisses me on the cheek,I couldn't help but giggle under his touch. 

"Bye Y/n," he says before he leaves.

"See you later Tom."

I watched him go, step by step towards the door and step by step out of my future. Once he'd disappeared inside I let go of the pressure in my chest. It didn't feel like he was going, I simply thought that I'd just see him tomorrow but that wasn't the case was it? I didn't know when I'd see him again, probably Christmas maybe New Years, maybe he'd have some off time and come back to the city. But I didn't know if it was worth it at all, I'm moving on. I believe he'd do so too. This is my real goodbye to Mr. Holland, I didn't need to entangled with him anymore. 

I thought I was making an independent decision but it was one mostly out of disparity. I simply had no other choice, I had to get over him now. What more could I do? I couldn't let my days be turned into a pitying fest of wallows, I drove home. I closed the chapter in this book that was my life and I just lived.