T. Holland/P.Parker/ Spider-man imagines

Tom/ Baby came Home

This was requested. And I'm sorry I don't know how to spell your username off the top of my head. But you were the sweetest person that I've ever talked to. And this song is great. And it's stuck in my head. And the beat is great and his voice is so soothing. And Imma shut up now.

Baby came home today
Told me to stay away
She told me her man was afraid,
Told me i better behave,

You and Tom had stated dating a few months ago, after knowing each other for nearly all your lives. You came over to his home, having bad news to bear. You didn't want to. You really, really, didn't want to say the words. But you had no choice. You told him your father was afraid that the two of you were making such a large mistake, by being involved in such a grown up relationship at only 17 and 18. You were forced to say the words you never wanted to say.

"You," you spoke sadly, not lifting your eyes to meet his. "You have to stay away from me, Tom. We can't be together anymore. Just. Just please try to behave." You whimpered. He didn't say anything, as you ran off the way you came. Tears slowly leaked from your eyes as you wished that he'd come chasing after you. But he didn't. He just stayed put, still in shock that he'd just been dumped by his favorite person.

Baby just came back around,
Told me she's leaving this town,
Said she needs time to explore,
She said I can't love her no more

Finally, after gaining his courage. Or what he could fake. He came and knocked on your door. You opened it, your mouth parting slightly. Not expecting him to be there. Coming back to you. "You can't just break up with me." He blurted out, not saying what he wanted. "I love you. This isn't fair." Before he could go on any more, or before you could start crying again. You cut him off.

"Tom, I'm leaving this town. I'm leaving England. I, I need time to grow up and explore. Don't do this to yourself. Don't love me anymore. It'll just make it harder."

"What do you mean you're leaving!?"

Thinking about her
She's gone all the time
I think if you found her
That even you would know...

Tom thought about you nearly everyday. Although you weren't on his mind every waking moment. He'd think about you when he woke up and right before he went to bed. You'd been best friends since you were 5. So this was a heck of a lot harder than just a normal break up.

So baby packed up all she had,
Promised to never come back,
She left me alone and without,
Skin i could study about,
Tiles get colder to touch,
Wood splinters, metal will rust,
But baby, she had all my trust,
And I guess that was never enough

Not only did he lose his best friend. He lost the girl he was determined to marry. He never heard from you. He didn't have your address. He didn't have your number. Anybody your social media. He didn't even know what country you went to. He gave you all his trust since day one. Allowing himself to fall for you hard. And then, he realized that it just wasn't enough. He should've done more to keep you by his side.

Thinking about her
She's gone all the time
I think if you found her
That even you would know she's mine.

When your new friends would ask if you had a boyfriend you'd just shake your head. "I don't have a boyfriend." You'd say. "I had a man that loved me, and I loved him." Then they'd ask about it but you couldn't handle it. You'd completely dismiss their questions, acting as if they didn't even exist.

When Tom was asked if he had a girlfriend. Well he'd always say. "I don't have a girlfriend. But I have a girl I love." Nobody apart from his close friends and family ever knew what he meant by that. And he didn't really have the heart to explain.

(Whoa, oh oh. You know that she's mine, ooh.
Baby came home today
Told me to stay away
Told me her man was afraid
Told me I better behave)

(Oh, no no, I'm)

Thinkin' about her
She's gone all the time
I think if you found her
That even you would know she's mine
She's mine
That girl is mine, she's mine, oh

Finally, now reaching the age of 19. You moved out, of your parents care. Buying a one way ticket back home, after saving up all the money you earned for two years. You caught a cab and rode in it until you arrived to your old neighborhood. After paying, you took a deep shaky breath. Trying to calm your anxious nerves. You took a step out of the car, pulling your luggage along with you.

You walked back into the house you grew up in. Happy as could be. What you didn't know was that Tom's mother had seen you step out of the Taxi through the kitchen window. "THOMAS!" She called, not entirely believing what'd she just seen. "COME HERE!" Tom rushed down the steps to his mother. Thinking that she'd harmed herself.

"Yes, Mam?" He stopped in his tracks. As he noticed that his already pale mother had turned even whiter. "Are you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"Y/N." She breathed out. "Y/N's home!"

"Wait. Y/N's back? When did she come back."

"Just now! She's back in the house she grew up in! Oh, go say hi to her!" And practically pushed Tom out the front door. Once he turned around to speak up the door was already shut and locked. Leaving him no choice but to go over and say Hi to you.

Timidly he walked across the street, down the pavement. Until he reached yours. He lifted a hand, knocking ever so lightly. Hoping that you wouldn't come answer. But you heard the knock anyways. Opening it up you saw him.

Your hands covered your face as you let out a sob. "I'm sorry," you cried. Repeating the words over and over again. "I didn't want to leave." Your voice cracked as you spoke. Feeling guilty, Tom pulled you into a tight hug. After all, you've always been his girl. Once you settled down you explained everything that had happened in the two years you'd been gone. Why you left. Why you never called. Why you never contacted him. And how miserable you were.

On the couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Tom carefully wiped away a stray tear from your cheek. "You've always been my love." He kissed you tenderly. Surprising you completely that he still loved you to pieces even after you were horrid to him.

You broke apart the kiss. Leaning your forehead against his. "Tom."

"Hm."

"I never got to tell you something."

"What?"

"I love you so incredibly much. I don't think you can fathom it."

That was actually way cuter than I thought it'd be. Considering that it's 1 AM.