A C T O R S || OS

56. Tom Holland | Water (II)

By : dlwritings | Tumblr 

pairing - college!Tom x reader
word count - 2,028
warnings -
summary - In your opinion, the best way to handle drunkenly telling Tom you liked him was to avoid him at all costs and pretend it didn't happen. (Un)fortunately, Tom had other plans in mind.

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You wouldn't have ever known that you drunkenly called Tom. You could've gone your entire life never knowing. Instead, Tom had written you a note that you found beside two pills and a glass of water the next morning.

Hope you feel a little better this morning - Tom

The note was simple but it sparked a few memories of what had happened only twelve hours prior. You cringed as you took the pills and crumpled up the note, throwing it in the trash. You couldn't recall exactly what you had said when you called Tom or what happened when he arrived, but you hated yourself for having done it at all. Whatever you did was probably outrageously stupid. You weren't the most sane drunk.

You avoided Tom at all costs. Whenever you saw him on campus, you rushed down the nearest hallway or into the closest bathroom. You even found yourself dashing into a classroom while it was being used. You got strange looks from the students and the professor as you awkwardly waved before slipping out again. You didn't know why exactly you were avoiding him. A part of you thought if you saw him, he would tell you what happened that night. You weren't sure you were ready to hear it. What if it was something you couldn't live down? Worse yet, what if you told him how you felt about him? Was your drunk self really that stupid? You didn't know.

About two weeks passed since that night. You had mostly forgotten it had happened at all. School was in full swing, you were back to work at the campus' tutoring center, and you spent most of your time in your apartment with (Y/F/N). You were done with your class for the day in the evening, so you got back to your apartment around dinner time. (Y/F/N) was already home, cooking a delicious smelling dinner. "Honey, I'm home!" you teased when you walked in the door. (Y/F/N) laughed, continuing to stir the spaghetti on the stove. "How was your day?" you asked. You immediately set down your backpack and started to get out plates and cups to set the table.

"Good," (Y/F/N) said. She paused. "I ran into Tom." You looked up at her so quickly that you hit your head on the open cupboard. (Y/F/N) laughed and you rubbed your head whilst rolling your eyes.

"Did you talk to him?" you asked, hoping your voice sounded casual.

"Yeah," she said. You could tell she was fighting the smile on her face. "He asked about you."

"Oh?"

"Oh my god, (Y/N)," (Y/F/N) laughed. "Cut the bullshit. Why are you avoiding him?"

"I'm not!"

"You are," she laughed again. "You don't even talk about him like you used to! Everyday last year it was Tom this and Tom that. Even over the summer you would text me whenever you talked to him. Now all of a sudden two weeks ago you stop talking about him completely. So what gives?"

"Ugh!" You groaned and dramatically threw yourself on the floor. You laid face down and let out a groan of annoyance. (Y/F/N) kicked you lightly and you groaned again. "I called him," you mumbled. "I was drunk and you weren't here and I called him and he came over and I think I told him that I like him but I don't remember and I don't want to see him because I don't want to know because I think I've most likely 100% ruined our friendship because I'm stupid as fuck." All of your words came out extremely fast and if (Y/F/N) hadn't been paying close attention, she wouldn't have caught any of it.