Tom Holland Imagines

Devastation | Tom Holland

Imagine #15
Part Two of "Not Ready"

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

Word Count: 1594

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THIRD PERSON:

Music played softly from phone as the young woman laid back on the couch, looking miserable. Six empty beer bottles were sprawled out on the coffee table where her feet were currently propped up on. Y/N couldn't help, but to drink from the addicting beverage that was kept in the fridge. What else was she suppose to do while Tom was gone for these two days? That's right, Tom had left the house furious after their argument and hadn't step foot on their porch in the past two days.

An exhausted sigh erupts from her lips as she rubs her bloodshot red eyes, a little yawn escaping too. All the poor girl wanted was for her boyfriend to be back and to be in his arms. She hated the fact that he left angry and didn't even say an 'I love you' to her, it shattered her heart even more.

The screen of her phone lights up, showing forty miss calls and twenty-seven texts from Harrison. Choosing to ignore it, she flips the phone over, not wanting to be bothered by anyone who associated themselves with her boyfriend.

Getting up from her spot on the couch, she stumbles over to the stairs, holding on to the railing as she climbs up carefully and slowly. Making it to the bedroom, Y/N begins to slip off her clothes since she was in need of a nice, warm shower. Gathering her undergarments from the drawers, she walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Making sure it wasn't hot- but warm enough for her liking, she steps in letting all the water roll down her stressed body.

Her body felt numb as the warm water continued to hit her skin. Numb, because of all the tough events that have occurred within the couple days of this week. Not being able to hold it in anymore, Y/N's eyes brim with tears and soon her tears were mixing in with water splashing on her face from the shower head. The broken body of the girl trembles from the muffled sobs that flee from her as she thinks about the baby and Tom. The only two human beings that have been on her mind for quite sometime now.

Washing herself up with the vanilla scented bar of soap, she steps out the shower after cutting it off and drying off quickly. Y/N takes another towel, wrapping it around her head before walking over to the sink. As she rubbed lotion up her smooth legs, she couldn't help but to give her own reflection an odd stare. There were bags underneath her eyes, her complexion was paler than usual, and her lips were slightly chapped. This was a new sight to see and she didn't like it one bit. Y/N was always gleeful even in situations were it was a little depressing, but only because she loved to brighten the mood for others. This time it was different- she couldn't even lift up her own mood when she was in this type of state.

Y/N shakes out of her thoughts, finishing up with the lotion before sliding on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of Tom's sweatpants. Heading back downstairs, and into the living room, she stops in her tracks when a certain person catches her attention.

"Thomas?" She mumbled, but clear enough for him to spin around and face her with an guilty expression.

"H-hey baby," He nervously scratches behind his neck, trying not to make much eye contact with his girlfriend. "Sorry, I wasn't trying disturb you."

"Disturb? How could my loving boyfriend who hasn't been home in two days disturb me?" Y/N sarcastically questions, letting out a low bitter laugh.

Tom doesn't say a word after that and Y/N takes that as her chance to make her way to the kitchen. He followed right behind her though, figuring out a way to apologize for his long leave of absence. The honey brown irises of the young man watch his girlfriend as she searches the fridge for food.