Tom Holland Imagines

Impossible {Republished} // Tom Holland

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"I don't understand! Why are you leaving me? What did I do?!" I yelled at my boyfriend as I trailed behind him into our bed room. I was watching him. Every single move he made made me want to fall apart but I was so confused, I refused to forget before I know the answer.

He grabbed a duffle bag and began to shove in his clothes.

"I can't date you Y/n I just don't feel the same!"

A sob escaped from my mouth, "You told me you'd never do this to me!" I cried out, tears rushing down my face as I watched the only guy I ever really loved pack his stuff.

"What do you want me to do Y/n?! it happened!" He yelled back and turned to me, his face red from the yelling we've been doing.

"You fucker! You can't keep your dick in your pants can you?!" I hissed at him. So he cheated on me. Classic.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows, "You know what Y/n at least I'm not clingy!"

"Because you are the only one I feel so passionate about, I didn't want to loose you!"

"Well you did."

Oh.

"You know what? M- ... maybe this is good for us... especially me because I shouldn't be treated like this I deserve better" I scoffed, running my fingers into my hair. "I do not deserve a stupid grown ass man acting like a horny teenage boy." I spat out and threw his bag at his chest.

"Get out. Get out and don't come back."

Tom stared at me for a second with his lips forming a straight line. He released a scoff before walking out of the apartment that use to be ours.
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Walking into Starbucks immediately being hit with the strong scent of coffee, I placed a hand on my stomach as I made my way in line before noticing the guy in front of me looked a bit familiar.

"Harrison?" I asked hoping it was the right person I had in mind.

The man quickly whipped around with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I smiled a little and our eyes made contact, "Y/n?!"

Still smiling, his eyes immediately went down to my 5 month old bump.

"You're pregnant!"

I chuckled and placed a hand on my stomach, "yeah I am."

"How long?"

"5 months."

"Who's the dad?"

"Francisco."

"Who?"

I chuckled, "my husband Francisco Lachowski? He's a model."