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102. Tom Holland | All I Want (I)

By : dlwritings | Tumblr

pairing - Tom x reader
word count - 2,922
warnings - lots of crying and lots of drinking
summary - Tom broke your heart but, in ending things with him, you broke his. He's having a hard time recovering, and you (truthfully) haven't really moved on either. Is it time to start over?

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Tom sat in his apartment, alone. He was always alone now. With his current Marvel projects wrapped up and the final reshoots of Chaos Walking and The Devil All the Time completed, he was left with a nearly empty schedule. Too much time on his hands. Too much time to miss her.

Funny, because time was what drew them apart. The irony was not lost on Tom.

The two of them met in a way most fans only dreamed of. (Y/N) had won a contest through The Brother's Trust and got to go to the premiere of Spider-Man: Far From Home. What was originally supposed to be a fun night out playing celebrity turned into a night of making new friends.

With the $1000 that was given along with winning the contest, (Y/N) bought a metallic gold dress and some strappy gold heels. She had no idea if it was the kind of thing people wore on red carpets. She had looked up certain celebrities at different movie premieres and figured the outfit she picked would suffice. Nerves were eating her alive as she saw the limo (yes, limo) that would take her from her swanky hotel to the red carpet. The nerves only increased when she saw Tom Holland already in the car. He stepped out, introducing himself with a kind hug and polite kiss on the cheek. Her skin flushed red as she smiled back. He was professional at first, complimenting her dress, but in a polite way like his mother raised him with no flirtatious meaning behind it. It still left her flustered. What she wasn't noticing was the way his eyes lingered on her frame as she stepped out of the car, his mouth suddenly dry at the sight of the smooth skin of her bare back. The slit of her dress rode up far enough to leave him wanting more. When he and his brothers came up with the idea for the contest, the last thing he expected was to be so enamoured by the winner.

She was funny. She seemed so relaxed around him, which was so refreshing. This wasn't to say that (Y/N) wasn't clearly a bit starstruck, but he couldn't blame her. Not that he was egotistical, but more celebrities than he could count had left him slightly nervous. He'd been in her shoes before, to an extent. To hold a conversation with her that left them both laughing made his heart feel full. The premiere was great. She loved the movie, but he was more interested in watching her facial expressions than anything on screen. The glow on her face was mesmerizing. The VIP party was a blast. She meshed so well with Zendaya, Jacob, and the rest of the cast that it felt like she was always meant to be a part of their group. More than once, Zendaya wiggled her eyebrows at Tom, clearly noticing his infatuation with (YN). He didn't even try to hide it, too busy focusing on how to make sure that that night was not going to be the last night he saw her.

The memories were all Tom could play in his head. He couldn't focus on anything at hand. He burned everything he tried to cook, overfilled the drinks he was pouring in his glasses, cut himself shaving, and even put his shoes on the wrong feet. Nothing made sense without her.

Tom checked his phone, hoping deep in his chest that you had texted him. You hadn't. He didn't know why he expected you to. It had been three weeks of radio silence, and he was sure you weren't going to break it now. He wanted to text you, but he seemed to have already inappropriately crossed that line.

For an entire week after you broke up with him, he texted you everyday. It was pathetic, but he was desperate. When his phone finally went off, he saw that you had sent him a text. Excitedly, hope swelling up in his chest, he opened it. Upon reading it, the hope was crushed by reality. Your text read, "I need you to stop contacting me. We are done and I can't keep thinking about my decision every time I get a text from you. I know this hurts, and it hurts me too, but this is how it is now. Please stop texting me. I'll block your number if you try and contact me again."