Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Broken promises *part 3* (Tom Holland)

Requested by rosevercillo: Despite trying his hardest not to break his promise, Tom does it again and nothing changes, so Y/N packs her stuff and leaves. Harrison calls Y/N a few weeks later and tells her that Tom hasn't been the same since she left.

"Darling, please, please." Tom gulped, my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend following me on my heels as I rushed through the mansion to our bedroom.

"Please what, Tom? You fucked up, again, there's nothing left for me to do here. It's done, Tom, we're done." I scoffed and shook my head, tears pricking my eyes as I grabbed my suitcase and threw it onto the bed.

"Please, sweetheart, let me make it up to you-."

"By doing what?! By making another empty promise that will go out of the window in a month again?!" I yelled as I turned to face him. He gulped harshly, his eyes wavering and a tear falling down his face as he looked at me. I choked and shook my head as we stared at each other.

"You promised last time that that would be it. You swore on our relationship that you wouldn't end up behind a closed door again for months on end, that I wouldn't feel unloved and abandoned by you again. Fucking nothing has changed, Tom, I haven't seen you in three months. I haven't kissed you in three months, I haven't had sex with you, fuck, I haven't even been cuddled by you. You've made absolutely no effort to keep me around, and that's painfully clear." I cried and shook my head.

"I swear to god, love, I've tried-."

"Fucking bullshit." I choked as I turned around and started shoving clothes into the suitcase.

"Darling, please just stop for two seconds and think about this." He urged.

"I have thought about this, Tom. Months after months of you ignoring me for your work and trusting that I was bluffing about leaving gave me time to think about this. I wasn't bluffing, Tom, I never was. You didn't stick to your promise, and you've lost me for it." I stated, tears pouring out of my eyes as I grabbed a few more items of clothing before slamming the suitcase shut and zipping it up.

"Please don't leave me." He choked as I grabbed the bag and barged past him. I ignored his sentiment as I rushed down the stairs and into the foyer of the mansion.

"Please don't leave me." He repeated. I stopped again, my lip in between my teeth as tears relentlessly left my eyes. I turned around to look at him, the boy still stood at the top of the stairs as he looked down at me with red eyes. I could tell that this hurt him just as much as it hurt me, but it was his own doing. I had given him multiple chances to change, but he could never uphold it. He had managed to stick to it for the first month after I had made him jealous by going out with Harrison, but that had been four months ago. Making it three months of him ignoring me again, and failing to stick to his word.

"I love you, Tom. So fucking much, which is why leaving hurts me just as much as it hurts you. But I can't do this anymore. We're twenty-five, we're starting to think about more long-term things, like children and marriage. I can't promise my life to a man who locks himself away for half a year, I can't have children with a man who will promise that he'll try harder before breaking that promise and only seeing them on their birthdays. I can't continue to reassure myself that tomorrow will be different, that you'll finally realise, because I know that you won't. I can't keep lying to myself. I love you, Tom, but I can't do this anymore." I sobbed and shook my head. Tom bit his lip and stared at me, his face wet and his eyes red as we gazed at each other.

"Please. I don't know what I'll do without you. Please. Don't. Leave me." He choked one last time. I gulped harshly, my head and heart numb at what I was doing. But it was the only solution that I had anymore, as much as I hated that.