tom holland: a book of blurbs

•{breaking point}•

summary: wrote this one for myself really. figured y'all would like it too. Tom saves the day. just the moment reader needs him to.

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"Love? What's wrong? What happened?"

I'm on the phone with my boyfriend. Crying. From the bathroom floor of my workplace. Because I just cannot handle everything today.

Hearing his voice was healing though. His gorgeous, soft British accent. God it sounded like music to me.

"I can't, Tommy. I can't do it today."

"What do you mean? Work?"

"Yeah," I sighed shakily and sniffled. "I just- feel so self conscious. And I keep messing things up. And forgetting things. And tripping everywhere and being super clumsy. I just can't."

"Well," I heard a car door shut and his car started. "You've no reason to feel self conscious because you're beautiful. But I understand having those thoughts sometimes without control. I get 'em too. And about the clumsiness, darling, absolutely everyone is clumsy. I cannot tell you how many times I've hurt myself on sets of all of my films due to my own clumsiness."

I laughed at his last statement. "I know. Z texted me every time you were getting fixed up by the on set medics."

"So, you probably got really annoyed by all of her texts then!" Tom and I both laughed.

"Distract me, Tommy. What are you up to?"

"Right now? Driving."

"Where? And why are you on the phone with me if you're driving?"

"Because I prioritize you," Tom reasoned. "And you're in my car speakers, my love. Bluetooth. Remember?"

"Oh. You and your high tech stuff."

"Yeah. My high tech," His voice softened and his car turned off. I heard the beeping when he opened his door. "Are you on break?"

"No. I'm just... hiding out in the bathroom. On the floor. My body hurts. I just wanna come home, Tom."

"Well," I heard a very familiar set of bells over the phone. Just like the ones on the front door of the store. "How about I talk to your manager and we get you a free pass for the rest of the day?"

"Tom..." I stood up, tears welling up in my eyes again. "Tell me you're... not in the store right now..."

"Well, if I did that I'd be lying, sweetheart."

I hung up the phone and pocketed it, then limped my way out of the bathroom, straight past my coworkers to the front door of the store. And there he was.

Bouquet of flowers in hand, bright smile on his face, and holding my favorite hoodie of his in his free arm. I shook my head and sobbed, covered my mouth, and just walked to him.

He laughed and pulled me in, holding my sore, achy crying form to his chest. Then he kissed my head. "Hello, love."

"Tom, I-" I scoffed and pulled back just a bit. Enough to look at him. "I don't even know what to say right now..."

"How about... let's go?"

I looked over at my manager and was about to walk up to her and beg her to let me off early. But she smiled and waved it off before I got to her. "I'll clock out for you, hun. Go ahead."

I walked back to Tom and he led me out to his car. We got in and he kissed me softly. Then I placed my forehead on his.

"Thank you..."

"You've been working nine to fives every single day. You deserve a break. You've earned it, my love."

"I don't understand how I got so lucky with you..."

"Nonsense," He started his car and smiled my way. God his smile. And his curls. And his glasses. "How about we grab some takeout and watch movies back at home? A nice relaxing evening for my darling girl."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded.

"That sounds perfect. I love you so much, Tommy."

"I love you the same, sweetheart," He leaned over and placed two more loving kissed against my lips, then started driving. "Time to spoil my girl."