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103. Tom Holland | All I Want (II)

By : dlwritings | Tumblr

pairing - Tom x reader
word count - 2,533
warnings -
A/N - for the anon who requested a part 2!

summary - Tom woke up hungover and still heartbroken. Both of you are shit at handling feelings and communicating with each other, but you've got to find a way to work this out.

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You woke up the next morning before Tom. Your limbs were tangled with his, your head on his chest. Your body moved every time he took a breath. As badly as you wanted to bask in the feeling of sleeping beside him (for the first time in so long), you forced yourself out of bed.

When Tom was hungover, he liked three things: cuddles, aspirin, and tea.

You didn't know if it was smart to provide him with the former.

You focused instead on making him a cup of tea. You went in the kitchen and started the kettle. When you went in the cupboard, your fingers instinctively grabbed for Tom's favorite mug. It was one your niece had made for him in her 5th grade art class when the two of you were dating. She had painted something that slightly resembled Spider-Man on one side and wrote Tom's name on the other. When you broke up, you didn't have it in you to get rid of it.

The water whistled soon, so you took the kettle off the burner and poured some water into Tom's mug, adding the tea you knew he liked. You searched through the medicine cabinet in your bathroom and found the aspirin, getting the bottle out for Tom. Just as you were about to go back into your room and set everything on the nightstand beside Tom, he drowsily came into the kitchen. He wiped his eyes, then ran a hand through his hair.

"Morning," you said, holding out the mug for him. "I made you tea."

"Mm, thanks," Tom hummed. He took the mug from your grasp and brought it up to his lips. He didn't drink it, instead let the steam blow over his face. You poured yourself your own mug quietly, and Tom took the aspirin bottle from the counter. He quickly poured himself a glass of water, downed a couple pills, and made his way into the living room. You took a deep breath before joining him.

How do I do this?

You sat on the other side of the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest. You were both quiet. You knew one of you had to speak, and you knew it probably needed to be you.

"We need to talk about what happened last night," you said softly.

Tom sighed, "I know."

Still, you both stayed silent.

Okay. That was a start.

"Harrison said you got kicked out of the bar," you said. Tom groaned and rubbed his face with his hand.

"Did I?" he said.

"Tom, what the hell were you thinking?" you asked.

"I don't know!" he said. "I was just-"

"Being dumb," you finished. "That's what you were doing. You were being dumb. What if you had gotten in a fight and got arrested? Or what if the press saw you do something stupid, and you ended up on every magazine cover with a bad headline? What if you got hurt? You're lucky Harrison came to your rescue."

"How did I end up here?" he asked. "At your apartment?" You breathed heavily and shook your head.

"You don't remember anything?" you asked. Tom shook his head no, and it was like all hope inside you vanished. You thought maybe he would remember the words he had drunkenly spewed to you and things would change. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. This was still Tom. Tom who was too irresponsible to manage his time or his alcohol. If he didn't remember it, he probably didn't mean it. "Nevermind," you mumbled. "Forget it. This is stupid. I shouldn't have let you come here."