I Wish I Could Say I Love You (Tom Holland X male reader)

Chapter 3: Alone With Peter

~Peter PoV~

As Y/n and I sat on the couch in the living room, Aunt May left for work, leaving us alone.

"Hey Y/n, I'm gonna go shower before we settle in for the night, is that okay?" I asked.

He nodded and I got up from the couch, making my way to the bathroom.

~Your PoV~

It wasn't long after Peter left that I began to get bored.
And it wasn't until about an hour and a half after he left that I was getting really worried about him.
I stood up and made my way over to the bathroom, knocking on the door. 

One minute... no response.
Two minutes... no response.
Knock again... nada.
Five minutes later... still no response.
I sighed heavily and made my way over to his room. 
As soon as I entered, I felt the freezing cold air of the outside hit my face. I flipped the light switch on and saw that his window was wide open, thinking nothing of it, I closed the window and turned around, only to come face to face with that same red red and blue mask that I found earlier.
Since I'm unable to scream, my first reaction is to punch the guy in front of me... so I did. My fist connected with their nose, I heard a crack, and I ran.

"Y/n! Y/n wait!" Peter's voice called after me.

I stopped running and turned around. Peter was there, holding his bleeding nose.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to scare you!" He said.

I grabbed my whiteboard and started writing.

*Peter, I just broke your nose, and you are apologizing to me? Get out of that ridiculous outfit, we need to get you to the hospital!*

"Okay." Was all he said in response.

-At the Hospital-

Peter and I were sitting in his hospital room as the doctors were prepping for surgery to fix his nose.

*Peter, where were you?* I wrote.

"Y/n, I never wanted to tell you this, because it would put you in danger, but we can't talk about this here. It'll have to wait until tomorrow, when we are back at my house." Peter replied, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

I reached forward and grabbed his hand. Holding it in mine until it was time for his surgery.