HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Don't You Go (Part 2) // Tom Holland

Summary: will tom get the girl idk read 2 find out

Requested: No but I'm Tom trash and this idea literally came out of my ass after listening to an All Time Low song (it's called Don't You Go, also Stella give them a listen!)

Warnings: Fluff it's literally so gross I'm sorry

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You had never been the one to allow yourself to get too attached - that's why it hadn't hurt you when you and your ex ended your relationship at that party six months ago. It's also why you hadn't allowed yourself to be involved with Tom. That month you had spent together was amazing, too good to be true, almost. But, you knew what you were capable of. You knew the casualties. You never wanted to hurt Tom the way you knew you could - it scared you to even think it.
Tom on the other hand, was beyond confused. Was far too hurt already (not that you would know, you hadn't seen him in four months and twenty-two days... not that he was counting, of course), he couldn't help but think about all the possible ways he might have hurt you, might have given you a reason to leave, but he couldn't find one (spoiler: he hadn't hurt you, he just hadn't realized how set you were about not wanting another boyfriend).

Tom went to every party he was invited to, in hopes he'd see even a flash of your hair or catch a slight sniff of your scent, but he came up empty each time. Goddammit, why did he have to be so in love with you all these years? Why did he let it get so far? Why was he standing outside of another house, listening to a blonde woman talk his ear off about how she'd like to show him the view of LA at her place? Simple: to see you, of course. The girl he hadn't stopped thinking about since the moment he met you four years ago. That's all he hoped for at each of these unbearable parties. And when he finally did see you, after four months and twenty-two, well, twenty-three (was it 2 AM already?) days, he froze in place, his eyes locking with yours as he memorized the small smile that played on your lips and your sweet, regretful and apologetic eyes that bore into his, they almost looked like they were screaming at him to come up to you. As he stood up straight from where he was leaning onto his car, the blonde-headed woman wormed her way closer to him. You caught just a glimpse of their proximity before ripping your gaze off him as your heart ached just the slightest. Of course he had a new girlfriend, you had left without a word. What was he supposed to do? Mourn you as if he were a widow?

So, you did what you thought was best. You mustered up the dignity you had left, and pranced into the house of the party that was being hosted that night, tagging along with your friends, trying to erase the image of Tom with another girl that seemed to permanently be etched into your brain.

You laughed and laughed that night, not meaning any of it. You cringed at how out of place and lost you felt. You smiled weakly at the gentleman in front of you, him trying so desperately to woo you. You hadn't seen Tom sulking over you and the young man talking, the envy in his eyes. The hurt that reflected off of him was enough to not only break his own heart but to burst anyone else's who dared look at him.

Tom had decided he'd had enough (around the same time you did) and walked outside for some fresh air, not realizing you followed not far behind. As you both stood outside of opposite sides of the door, not yet realizing you were so close and so alone, you began to shiver, not realizing the temperature dropping so drastically. You mindlessly looked around, taking in the scenery, before you had noticed who was not even fifteen feet away from you - the man you so desperately wanted to prove you were okay without (which of course, failed). Tom looked at you at the same time, a smile creeping its way onto both of your faces.

He beckoned you over with a nod of his head, one arm extended for you, which you hurriedly walked into, wrapping yourself fully into him. He took in your scent as you memorized the length of his back and the feel of his unruly, uncut hair.
He was so caught up in your small reunion, he failed to remember the fact that you had left him alone in his room with a broken heart. He reluctantly pulled away and looked down at you with an unintentional scowl. You shrunk in size compared to him and felt like you were about to be scolded for doing something you really shouldn't have done.