THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

One Last Time (Tom Holland)

   written by:@/ nothingbutimagines  

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing, sexual content

Summary: The sequel to . Y/n and Tom meet once again at an after party, catch up and sneak off together even though Tom has a girlfriend. In the morning, Y/n awakes to an empty bed and calls Tom in hopes that he wants to get back together as well.

Author: Dizzy

"Tom." You said his name breathlessly as you watched the young man move across the room.

It had been months since you had last saw him in person. The only times you saw him were on movie screens and social media posts. From what you had saw, you knew he had moved on from you and got a girlfriend while you were in an on and off relationship with Cole.

You and Cole were still on at that moment, during that party.

But, you didn't feel like you and Cole were together. Yes, at the moment you saw Tom, Cole's arm was around you, but you didn't feel like you were really there. You felt as if Tom still had your heart because when you had seen him, he had taken your breath away.

"You okay, baby?" Cole asked, his lips against your temple as he kissed it softly.

You pulled away and looked into Cole's eyes. "Yes. I'm just fine."

"Are you sure? We could leave if you want to."

You shook your head quickly. "No, I want to stay."

"But you hate parties." Cole stated, putting a hand on your forehead. "Are you sick or feeling sick?"

You chuckled and took his hand off to your face. "No, I'm not sick."

You looked behind your back only for your eyes to meet Tom's. You gave him a small smile, to which he responded with a wave and you turned away.

"I'm going to go talk to some friends. Why don't you do the same?" You told Cole before you turned on your heel and walked towards Tom.

Tom stood alone, his girlfriend was off somewhere talking with other people, he wasn't quite sure. He saw you move across the room and watched as the eyes of others followed you to him.

"Y/N." The way Tom said your name made your chest ache.

"Hello, Tom." You said cooly. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?" He replied and placed his drink aside.

"I'm fine." You smiled. "Listen, I was thinking maybe we could hang out sometime, catch up?"

Tom nodded, tried to refrain from letting his lips curl into a smile and allowed them to do as they pleased.

"Would you want to talk now?" He asked. "Lucy is elsewhere and I don't think she'd mind if I talked to my own friends."

You nodded. "That would be great. There's a place to sit around the corner if you'd like to go there."

"I'd love that. I am tired of standing around."

Tom followed you around the corner. The room you had entered was barely full, only small groups of people scattered around the outer walls unlike the room you had exited, with its people packed like sardines.

"So, how have you been?" Tom asked as you both took a seat.

"Okay, I guess." You replied and looked down at your hands. "Actually, I'm not that great. Cole and I are on and off, my sister dropped out of college and I just haven't been sleeping well or doing well professionally. What about you?"

"To be quite honest, I'm doing alright. I'm landing bigger roles, I have an amazing girlfriend and things have been gradually better, but-" Tom paused for a second. "But it's hard to see you with someone else, even if I made you leave."

You raised a brow. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do, Y/n. It's hard to see someone you once loved with someone else, no matter what happened between you two." Tom explained. "Anyway, I don't expect you to feel the same, but I wanted to get it off my chest if we're going to try to be friends."

"I'm going to be honest, I feel the same way. I fucked up when I left you, Tom and I'm sorry I hurt you. I was being a goddamn idiot and I really regret it." You confessed. "But I can't change it and I wish I could."

"Thank you, Y/n, for apologizing." Tom gave you a small smile and put his hand on yours. "I've been wanting to hear you say that and I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry for kicking you out so fast and not being an adult about it."

"No, Tom, don't apologize. You did nothing wrong and there was nothing you could've done to change my mistakes or my mind. I was being a stubborn bitch and I hurt you."

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

"I'd like that." You bit your lip. "My place is down the street."

"Great." Tom stated before he leaned in and kissed you, his lips tasting just as you had remembered them.

The world seemed to disappear and reality was nonexistent as you and Tom stumbled into your apartment. It was just you and him, the tangled sheets and clothes strewn, just how you thought it should always be. But as his lips connected with the skin on your breast and passion consumed you, all you had to say was whispered in the dark.

"I just want this one last time."

You had awoke the next morning to an empty bed, the ghost of Tom haunted the side of the bed you had last saw him on. You didn't remember him leaving in the middle of the night and as you reached across the bed to his side, you said his name to be met with silence. You took your phone off your bedside table and dialed Tom's number.

"Hello?" His voice was soft on the other end of the line.

"Tom, where'd you go?"

"I left. I went home."

"Why?"

"Because Lucy was waiting for me at home. I wanted to sleep beside her like I do every night." He said in a matter of fact tone.

"But why would you go there when you could've stayed here with me? We could've gotten breakfast." You said, the hurt in your voice shone through. "We could've tried this again."

"No, we couldn't."

"Why not?"

"You said you wanted one last time, Y/n." He replied, shattering your heart like China, just as you had done to him so long before.