Tom Holland Imagines

Hearing The Truth

Peter's POV
So this is a really long one lol #sorrynotsorry

"Hey Peter, I guess you forgot we were supposed to study for our test tomorrow for Mr. Henderson's class but. . . Anyways, call me, okay?" Y/N let out a sigh. "Peter? What's going on with you? You just. . . I feel like you're keeping something from me. Please. . . Please talk to me. Anyway, just call me back okay? Bye."

I instantly felt guilty as I locked my phone and tossed it on the roof. "Shit," I mumbled as I shot a web to keep it from landing on the ground. "I guess it'll dissolve in two hours," I groaned. I looked down at my mask as it rested on my knee. I wanted to tell Y/N, but I also wanted to keep her safe. Sighing, I shot some webs towards the building across the street and started swinging home.

I quietly snuck into my room and hit the spider on my chest, allowing my suit to slide off. I slipped on some sweats and my favorite sweatshirt. I stopped when I heard voices coming from the living room.

"Is this my fault?" My heart dropped when I heard Aunt May's voice get caught in her throat.

Who is she talking to?

I slowly walked to my door and peaked my head out. Not enough to give away my position, but enough for me to see who it was Aunt May was talking to.

"May, what do you mean?" My heart dropped. I knew that voice. That voice had a habit of getting stuck in my head. That voice is one I could easily pick out of a crowd. That is the voice that could make my heart speed up and stop at the same time.

Y/N

"Am I doing something wrong, Y/N? Am I not being a good enough guardian for him? For Peter?"

"May," I heard Y/N sigh as she walked over to where my aunt was currently sitting on our couch.

"What on earth are you talking about? You are an amazing aunt. Exactly the kind of guardian he needs! Peter loves you more than anything. And he knows you love him." I couldn't help but smile as Y/N comforted my aunt.

"Then why...... why does he keep stuff from me? He use to tell me everything. And I can't help but feel like he is lying to me about something."

I held my breath waiting for whatever Y/N was going to say next. I heard her let out a deep sigh. "May, he's a teenager. Even I, his best friend, don't know what's going on with him. I wish I could tell you everything was okay. . . that Peter was okay, but. . . I can't." Y/N's voice broke causing my heart to do the same. I heard Y/N take another shaky breath.

"Look, Peter is stubborn. He always has been. And for some reason, right now, he is going through that teenage boy stage where he has to do everything on his own. There is nothing we can really do to make him stop. But that's okay. We just have to trust that he. . . is okay. And if he truly needs help, he'll come to us." I looked to see Y/N looking at her hands.

"Are you alright dear?"

"I'm fine." Even as I was still hiding in my own room, with the door barely open, I could tell she wasn't fine.

"What's wrong, sweetie? You know you can tell me anything. Is it about Peter? Because you're right. He's okay and he'll tell us more when he is comfortable."

"It's not that. . . It's just. . . I feel like I'm loosing him. And I can't. . . I can't loose him, May. I can't loose my best friend."

"Oh, Y/N." I bit my lip and wanted to punch the wall as I heard Y/N start to cry. And all because of me.

The love of my life was crying and it was my fault.

"You aren't going to loose him. He loves you, Y/N." I looked through the crack in my door the see Y/N stand up and start pacing as she shook her head.

"Not the way I love him." My heart stopped. She loves me? The girl of my dreams loves me. My heart fluttered as I realized that. The smile fell from my face as I saw she was still crying.

"You're in love with him? You're in love with Peter?" My breath got caught in my throat as Y/N stopped pacing and nodded. "He loves you Y/N."

"No he doesn't," Y/N insisted. "He likes someone else." She said sitting down, sounding defeated.

"Y/N," my aunt started. Y/N shook her head, cutting off Aunt May.

"May, I've seen how he acts around Liz. Liz Allen is the girl he is in love with. Not me. I'm just his friend." The way she said that word made me cringe. "And I know that because the way he looks at her, is. . . is the way I look at him." I watched as Y/N took a deep breath. Aunt May tried to touch her shoulder, but Y/N stood up before Aunt May had a chance to comfort her.

"Maybe I'll try to call him again. I'm just going to go into his room if that's okay." I quickly shut the door and hid on the fire escape just as Y/N walked into my room. My heart broke as I heard her pace back and forth, taking shaky breaths.

"Why? Why do you do this to me Peter Parker? Why do I let you do this to me? I guess the better question is why do I have to be in love with my best friend who is clearly head over heels in love with someone else?" I strained my neck so I could look into my room. What I saw broke my heart. Y/N was slumped on the edge of my bed with her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry.

I watched as she pulled her hands away from her face and clasped them together. She took slow breathes as she looked at the wall. "Get a grip, Y/N!" I heard her chastise herself as she angrily stood up and started pacing again. "Stop crying over a guy! Especially one who will never look at you the way you want him to!"

"Never say never." She jumped as I slipped into my room.

"Peter? Where the hell have you been?!" I laughed as she made her way to me and hit me on the shoulder. "Stop laughing! I am seriously mad at you! You had me and Aunt May worried sick. What is going on with you? You can't keep doing this to her. To us! We deserve some honesty! We care about you! Okay? And you not answering our calls or texts isn't helping. Can't you just. . ."

"Who is he?" I asked cutting her off, even though I knew the answer.

"What?" She asked as she tilted her head the way that made my heart skip a beat.

"The one who made you cry?" I said reaching up catching a tear that was rolling down her cheek. "The guy you said would never look at you the way you want him to?"

Y/N bit her lip as she took a step back, looking down at her shoes. "It's nothing. Forget it."

"I can't," I shrugged.

"Why?" She asked, looking up at me through her bangs. I stared at her confused.

"Why can't you forget it?" She added. I sat down on my bed and rubbed my hands on my pants. "Why can't you forget it, Peter? It's just some stupid crush." I couldn't form words. I just stared at her. At how the moonlight somehow found it's way to her, making her even more beautiful. "Why?" Her voice broke.

"Because....." I looked down at my hands before looking back up at her. The moon reflected off the tears in her eyes, making me feel guilty.

She started to turn around but I jumped up and grabbed her wrist. I mustered up all my courage and took a deep breath. I pulled on her wrist, making her turn and face me. Without hesitation, I pulled her into my chest and pressed my lips to hers.

My heart fluttered as she started kissing me back. I pulled her closer to me and smiled as she ran her hands through my hair.

"It was you," she gasped pulling away. "You were the guy I thought would never look at me the way I look at you."

"Spoiler alert; I do look at you that way."