THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

One Last Time + Tom Holland

Written by:@/ toms-accent

Summary: Based off the cover of the song One Last Time by Ariana Grande covered by Kurt Hugo Schneider . Written from Tom’s perspective after you request a break from the relationship that the two of you had been holding onto during his travels. So he ask to love you, one last time.

Warnings: Angst, better ending than expected.

Words: 945

“I know (y/n). I know I screwed up! I know I should’ve tried a little harder to get back to you these past couple of months, but that doesn’t mean that we need a break. Let’s just fix this!” I tried to reason with you, I tried to pull you back down to me from the clouds I swear your head was in. I didn’t realize how hard these months had been for you, and I didn’t realize that me being away was killing you slowly. Now here I am, back in front of you as you tried to get away from me.

“Tom! This isn’t working! This may be okay with you, but I can’t handle not having all of you. I don’t want to sound selfish, I know that you’re very passionate about your career and that’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with you, but I want all of you. I want every part of you and with you gone every other months…I…I just can’t anymore,”

Tears poured down your cheeks as you spoke, breaking my heart word by word. I wanted to think that what you were saying was ridiculous, that it was all so absorb that you would think like that, but it’s not. Not at all. You had every right to feel and think this way and there was nothing I could do about it. 

“I-I’ve been talking with Drew a lot recently, and he says that I-I have every excuse in the world to leave you. He said I should have already packed my things up and left you…But I couldn’t and I still can’t and I don’t know why…But I think we do need a break.” Her voice was soft, almost as if I would crack any moment and be sent blazing.

“Drew? Drew, doesn’t know that first thing about us. All he’s ever wanted was you and he’d do anything to get you. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I love you, isn’t that enough?” I asked pleadingly, brushing her words about her friend’s statements off my shoulders, angry that he would try to ruin this for the both of us. 

“No it’s not, Tom. I deserve better, and I’ve realized that.” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest. My eyes sunk at your words before I reached a hand up to run if through my hair. Tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes, tears that left my eyes burning and stinging from the hurt. My hands found my hips as I looked down at my feet, my boots seeming to be the only thing keeping me standing. 

My eyes came up to meet yours, looking into them before rushing to you quickly. The dim lights dusting your cheeks and shining off of them with a gold glimmer, my hands reaching down to take your small ones that were always home for me. I looked at your eyes again, longing to pull you in and kiss away any thought of hurt or pain. 

“Okay. Okay. I-I know, I know that I don’t deserve you and you didn’t deserve any of this. I-I was just doing what I knew I had to do, and that-that was very selfish of me, not thinking of you and your heart. But…But please, I need you. I need your arms around me and your lips on mine and I needto know that if I ever feel like I can’t get through something, you’re there to pick me up. I just can’t imagine life with you, I can’t imagine not waking up to you tomorrow morning or the next or the next. These past few months made me realize that, so please (y/n), please don’t do this to me. Please just let me make it up to you”

“Please. Let me love you…one last time.”

Your eyes closed for a moment, and I took this as an opportunity to close my own and lean down to touch my forehead to yours. You nuzzled against me, a few tears rolling down your cheeks again. You didn’t want this either, you were just doing what you thought was right and what others had told you was what needed to happen. Maybe that is why you couldn’t leave. Maybe that’s why when I placed my palms against your cheeks to brush the tears away, you wrapped your arms around me and pulled yourself into my chest. 

“Tom…” 

Your voice shattered my heart. Your sobs soaking my shirt in your tears wrecked me, leaving me in my own as I moved my arms around you and pressed my face into the hair at the top of you head as I placed kisses on the top of your head. My tears leaked into your (y/h/c), the salty tasted slipping into my mouth as I kissed you repeatedly while mumbling ‘I love you’s’ quickly.

Finally, after some time like this, you pulled away to look up at me. Your cheeks were rosy from the tears, your nose making small sniffles as you pulled a hand up to wipe it. I watched as you stayed in my arms, never making one move to leave them.

“Tom,” Your voice soft and small as you looked down at our bodies pressed against each other looking from my eyes slowly, “I-I need you too,please d-don’t go. I-I-I love you.” You broke out back into sobs, moving back into my chest as your shoulder shook in my arms. I smiled softly at your words as my own tears left my eyes, silently thanking God that you had changed your mind.