Tom Holland is a Liar: T.H x Reader

Epilogue

I didn't realize he'd be at this party. Although I shouldn't have assumed he wouldn't be, it was Harrison's party and apparently the two still kept in touch. I haven't seen him in 4 years, but he hasn't really changed, not since he was 16 years old. His smile stayed the same, every person he'd talk to seemed to smile with him, he made people laugh. He was a good story teller.

He hasn't noticed me yet, I honestly didn't think he would. The life of a movie star featured a revolving door of fans, paparazzi, and a whole lot of other famous co stars. I doubted he'd look at me and remember anything more than a name and an inkling of our story.

I stayed away from him, I wished to go unnoticed from him. If he saw me he might think about me and I couldn't have that. I hung around the back of Harrison's overcrowded living room. I never know why I stick around at these things, I didn't know why I'd even show up. I thought I would give it another couple of minutes, say my goodbyes then go home.

I was having a good time, truly but it was hard being there with him. When he could have the whole room going, how he made everyone laugh, I wanted to laugh with him. He looked happy and every second I stayed I felt sadder. I took that as reason to leave.

Sneaking around the house to find Harrison but hiding from Tom was easier than I had thought. Tom had been too wrapped up in the group around him to notice anything more than his own, I found Harrison in the kitchen. He's making his own concoction by the punch bowl, he's tipsy. It's obvious.

"I'm heading home Haz," I tell him, he barely notices me.

"Haz?" I ask again trying to fight his attention from his drink.

He playful and pretending to be upset at me,"you're leaving?already? But it's not even midnight?"

"I gotta' go," I tell him.

"You don't have to go, you want to go"

"Not true...I'm working tomorrow," I say.

He's staring in disbelief but I know that he knows I'm lying.

"Stay...just for another hour," he pleads.

"Why? So I can make sure you don't do something stupid?" We laugh but it's true, I'm only staying to make sure the boy doesn't drink himself into a coma.

"Please," he begs.

"30 minutes, then I'm going home."

"Deal," he says.

I wander the party mostly by Harrison's side. Pretty much playing guard for him at this point. I make sure he doesn't pour another glass, catch him when he stumbles over his own feet,and stops him from saying something he'll regret.

Whilst I'm trailing behind Harrison I begun to meet a lot more people from the party. Soon the crowd overthrowing Tom came to overthrow us, but he still hasn't noticed me.

Once 30 minutes arrived I bid Harrison my final farewell, again he pleads for me to stick around. 'The party's just starting' he says but I'm really not hesitant to leave.

I'm halfway out the door, soon a couple steps then a couple more until I finally get a foot out. Meanwhile Harrison's trailing me, he thinks I'm the life of the party but I believe the party died once  I had arrived. I make it out into my car and dire desperation to go home, my hand eagerly grips the stick to reverse when I see someone's Lincoln blocking my exit. Parked right behind me, silver car with platinum rims parked mere inches from my beat down autos back.

I sigh unbelievably and unwillingly make myself go back in the house. Back to Harrison I ask him to find the mystery driver causing an inconvenience to me getaway but he's really no help. Especially when he's been wanting me to stay he doesn't act in order to help me leave.

I ask almost everyone at the party and it seemed no one owned the car. Almost everyone, I didn't dare speak to Tom nor those around him. I held onto my pride tightly, I wouldn't go near him, I took the force of the brash cold air outside and decided to wait it out. Some time, someone would get in the car and leave so that I could go. Unluckily for me some time happened to be an underestimation, some time was some hours. Surely enough more and more people started to leave but the car stayed still, deserted. Every time someone new would leave the house I prayed it be theirs but every time my temporary hoped would be shattered before my eyes as they'd approach a different vehicle. I waited, I really did, I had figured everyone had left and the car still stayed blocking any chance I had of getting out. I regretted my spot who heartedly.

Finally the door opened one last time and the car blinked with light to unlock, finally the owner is giving me a way out.

"Thank God," I mutter under my breath, it caught the attention of the one leaving beside me.

"Y/N?" He asks. I look up and there he was, the one blocking my way home was Tom. Of course it was because clearly fate always had it out for me, fate or karma at this point in time I wasn't really sure which was which.

"Tom."

He sits next to me, I didn't invite him to but I didn't reject it either.

"How are you?" he asks.

"Good, I'm good"

"So am I," he replies, I already knew that. Everyone who owns a television knew that.

"Are you back?" I ask him.

"I am"

"For how long?"

"Not sure," he says.

"How long are you willing to stay?"

He smiles,"Are you asking me to stay?"

"Would you be willing to?"

"I think I would be"

"Then I am asking you to stay"

"Then I will"

Now I'm smiling as well.

"What have you been up to Tom," I ask almost leaning into him. He returns the favour inching his body closer and closer to mine.

"Thinking I guess,"

"How ordinary for the international movie star"

"Or how grounded, maybe I've just had my mind focused on other things," he says his fingers make a trail to mine. He's playing with me, intertwining his fingers with mine, running the tips up and down the back of my hand.

"You must've been a bad actor," I quip.

"I was," he replied.

I didn't know what else to say, no intelligent take nor witty answer came to mind. I didn't know how to make him keep talking to me.

"Do you wanna ask me something?" he trails on.

My face reads so easily but I chose to respond anyways,"I don't have a question."

"I haven't seen anyone else Y/N, not anyone for long anyway. I'll be honest, there were a few girls, truthfully, but none were you," he had me blushing for him. He could always have me blushing for him.

"None as painfully boring and unimportant as I am?"

"I can't stop missing you," he says. He skipped over my self deprecating remark, it didn't even faze him.

"I miss you"

He kisses my forehead and cradles my cheeks with his hands, he's infatuated with me. It was so easily seen in the expression beneath his eyes.

"I miss you Tom, " I repeat for him, he's kissing down my forehead, in between my eyes, down my nose until he reaches the place of my lips. The place for him, for others have come but none stayed as long as he would.

He kisses me deeply and I wouldn't have the dignity to stop him, I didn't want to. It was exactly how it was 4 years ago, it was even better than it was when we were 17.

"I'm back," he whispers into my lips.

"I know."