Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- Not just publicity

Y/N
Something was off. Today was supposed to be one of your favourite days this month, but you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.

"Hey darling." Tom kissed your cheek as you got your hair and makeup done.

You watched as Tom placed his phone on the table that rested in front of you, his face out of view as he walked to the kitchen. Your eyes widened when you saw his screen light up, revealing a text from Zendaya. Turning on his phone, you were hurt to see a photo of Tom and Zendaya as the home and lock screen. You had been in that photo beside Tom, but he obviously cut you out. Putting in his password, you couldn't help but silently sob as you read the last couple of messages.

Zendaya: THEY want us to pretend to be a couple.

Tom: It won't be pretend for me.

Zendaya: Tom, you're with Y/N. Don't make jokes...not yet anyway🤣

Tom: See you tonight darling😘

Turning off his phone, you quickly smiled as Tom came back.

"Tonight is going to be amazing, since I'll be there with you." Tom smiled.

Finishing your hair and makeup, you thought about the idea of Zendaya and Tom getting together. You hadn't even thought about dating another man if you and Tom didn't work out. That's how devoted to him you were.

The idea of Tom being with Zendaya scared you.

How long had he and Zendaya been flirty?

Did Tom initiate the flirty behaviour or did Zendaya?

Did Tom really love you?

How many times had he said 'I love you' without meaning it?

All of these questions made you doubt how important you were to Tom. Getting into your red-carpet dress, you needed to see if anything happened.

Tom help your hand as you arrived at the event, all eyes and cameras on you as you watched around for Zendaya. Within less than 10 seconds, Tom was gripping your waist as he guided you towards the entrance to the building, occasionally taking photos or engaging with interviewers.

"I think Zendaya just showed up..." Tom smiled sheepishly as he stopped his interview to look at Zendaya. She was beautiful, but not enough to stop an interview when you're talking about your girlfriend.

You watched in shock as Tom watched Zendaya walk down an aisle for 15 seconds, even leaning in to get a better look at her and her outfit.

"I'll be back in a minute." He smiled shortly at you before he rushed off to meet Zendaya, posing cutely with him only 10 seconds later. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and he wrapped his arms around her waist like he had just done with you.

Feeling heartbroken, you found Jacob and pulled him aside.

"Hey Jacob? Could you do me a favour?" You asked. He smiled and listened to your plan about Tom. Feeling just as hurt as you, you walked onto the carpet with him, your bodies side-by-side as you and him laughed while he was pulled to interviews.

"Yeah, Y/N, she's my best friend and I don't know how I would've survived not seeing her on set every couple of days." Jacob smiled as he side-hugged me, the interviewer 'awing' at his action.

Every second that you were with Jacob, you could feel Tom's jealous gaze on you. All of a sudden, you were pulled away to a private area by Tom, his face fuming.

"What the hell Tom? I was enjoying spending time with my friend." You hissed, Tom's grip on your arm loosening.

"Yeah, I'm sure you were enjoying his time, maybe a little too much." He looked angrily at you.

"Excuse me, Mr Hypocrite." You stopped him, his face dropping.

"Mr Hypocrite? What the hell are you talking about?" His British accent fading slightly to get his words out.

"Don't think for one second that you can stand here and accuse me of cheating, when it's you who should be criticized." You couldn't help the tears spilling from your eyes.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to act confused.

"The texts? I saw them. 'THEY want us to pretend to be a couple.' Zendaya warned you. 'It won't be pretend for me.' You forgot that I knew your password." You hissed, Tom's eyes widening.

"Y/N, they're just joke texts." He defended himself.

"Really? 'Tom, you're with Y/N. Don't make jokes...not yet anyway🤣' Zendaya called you out for joking, until she indicated that the previous text wasn't a joke." You cried.

"Y/N, I-" Before he could continue, you stopped him.

"The looks? I saw every one of them." You sat down on a nearby bench.

"Your phone screen? I saw that too. I was in that photo and you had the audacity to cut me out! You cut your girlfriend out of the photo that included your co-star." You yelled, hoping that everyone could hear you.

"Y/N, I didn't mean any of that. I love you and only you." Tom attempted to hold your hand, but you swatted it away, standing up.

"What about tonight? You stopped your interview where you were talking about ME, to watch Zendaya in her outfit for 15 seconds! You stopped talking about me to watch her. That was the dead giveaway. You don't love me as much as I thought you did." You backed away.

"Y/N, just calm down. We can sort this out." Tom cried out for forgiveness.

"Give me my spare house key." You held out your hand, Tom slowly searching for it before he handed it to you.

"Next time you want to drink wine at 11 pm, don't even think about contacting me and don't even think about coming over. You can do that with Zendaya now." You cried for the last time, wiping your face which smudged your makeup. As you went to walk off, Tom spoke.

"Y/N, come back inside please." Tom stopped you.

"Fuck you, Tom. Your feelings for Zendaya are not just publicity." You flipped him off before you angrily walked back down the red-carpet, every remaining camera managing to snap pictures of you.