Tom Holland + Peter Parker included!!
For the Hollanders out there, this book is for you to satisfy your love for a talented Brit because we all need a little imagination to help us get through our day ^_^
Started: August 25, 2017
Finished: ???
Type: AU / heartbreak Word Count: 1648 Published: January 18, 2018
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You ran out the house with your jacket on, filled with frustration, anger, and stupidity. Coming into the street off the driveway, you grabbed at your hair, mentally screaming at yourself at how idiotic you could be.
"(Y/n)?!" You hear Tom's voice from the door. Quickly looking over your shoulder, you see the front door of the house spilling light from outside, a silhouette of Tom's figure under the door frame.
You ran faster, your feet stomping on the pavement to get away. You were heading to your favorite place, or at least, the place where you can get away from it.
It took you 10 minutes to run into the bar you and the other guys would hang out at on weekends. Secretly, you hoped no one would find you here.
"Hey Shawn." You'd see your usual bartender come up to the seat you were about to take.
"(Y/n)! How are you? Where's everyone else?" He asks while wiping a glass with the towel he had hanging from his shoulder.
"Just at the house." You reply with a small sniffle, still recovering from crying earlier. Shawn put down the glass and eyed you suspiciously.
"Are you crying?" He asks with a hint of concern in his voice. You shake your head. Technically you weren't crying at the moment, but even with the dim lighting, Shawn could still see a glossy cover in your eyes.
"Just hit me up with something." You then say trying to avoid Shawn's gaze. He nods, already knowing what you want since he's been your server for the times you've ordered the same drink.
You took a seat on a barstool, your head in your hand as you watched Shawn make your drink. All of a sudden, another wave of embarrassment hit you.
Putting your face in your hands, you tried to forget what happened 15 minutes ago. It's just Tom's face and the fact that you started crying made you feel like a complete dumbass.
"(Y/n).. what's wrong?" You hear Shawn's voice, once he put the glass of alcohol in front of you. You pull yourself together, just when someone from the back room was calling for Shawn.
"I gotta take care of something.." He says right after asking. You nod, already taking your drink in hand.
"It's okay. I'll just be here for an hour." Then you take your first sip.
