Drunk On Tragic Endings [Tom Holland Fanfic/Imagine]

Chapter Six- Feelings

<Tom's POV>

Thoughts of Emma occasionally crossed my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about how she spoke with her soothing voice, and how sweet she was. How beautiful she was and how she didn't even have to try.

'It's just a small crush. I'm sure it'll go away in a few weeks,' I repeatedly told myself.

But somewhere in my mind I knew that it wasn't just a small crush.

I headed off to the coffee shop yet again, to meet Emma. I always have a lovely time when we were there.
As I walked in I saw her leaning her head against the window and looking down the street, out at the intricate buildings that lined the leaf covered road.
Her chocolate brown eyes swirled with inspiration as she sketched, her legs up on the chair with the sketchbook balanced against her knees so she could sketch easier.
I smiled softly, walking quietly over to her, hoping she didn't see me.

I slowly sat down, before speaking up.

"Emma!"

I burst out laughing as she jumped, her pencil flying out of her hand.

"Not funny," She mumbled, though with a smile as she searched for her pencil.

I stopped laughing but a smile remained on my lips as she sat back up, finding her pencil.

"I disagree."

<Emma's POV>

I decided that I'd pick back up on sketching again today.
They actually weren't too bad. The lovely buildings that surrounded this little coffee place were perfect to sketch. I got lost in the drawing and buildings, before someone shouted my name. I jumped and my pencil flew out of my hands, before I looked across from me and saw Tom leaning back in his chair and laughing.
After I grabbed my pencil off the floor, I started giggling.

"Was that necessary, Tom?" I asked, trying not to smile.

He nodded with that goofy smile of his. "Well of course it was."

I shook my head and let out a small laugh, before putting away my sketchbook and pencils in my bag.

"Wait, can I see them?" He asked.

I was a bit surprised, but nodded.
I shyly gave the book to Tom, opening it so it was turned to the sketch I was working on. As his jaw dropped, I hid my face in my hands, getting flustered.

"You have a gift! This is so realistic and amazing. How the hell do you do this?" He said enthusiastically.

I looked at him and shrugged.

"Th-thank you," I stuttered.
'Oh my god'

We exchanged smiles, before someone burst in. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Steven.

"Steven?" I asked, his attention immediately going towards me.

He walked over angrily towards me, before grabbing my arm, forcing me to stand up.
I slipped out of his grip, tripping backwards before ending up back in my chair.

Tom stood up.
"Hey mate, back off."

"What is this? A date?!" Steven questioned both of us angrily.

"What? No! That's crazy. First of all, he's my boss, and second of all, we just get coffee here all the time. Listen, I really don't want to do this right now. Everyone's staring.." I mumbled that last part, embarrassed as hell.

I could tell he wasn't having it. He grabbed my arm again, and I just went with it.

"It's alright," I mouthed to Tom as I looked back at him, before I was dragged out of the shop.

<Tom's POV>

As I watched her be pulled out the door, my heart sank.

I could treat her better. I would treat her better. Emma deserved so much more than what she had, and it breaks my heart that she won't realize that.

I walked out shortly after, avoiding Emma and her boyfriend. It didn't help that we lived in the same complex.

"She said that it would be crazy if we went on a date. But would it really?" I muttered to myself, closing the door to my apartment behind me.

I flopped on the couch, shaking my head.
"It probably would be. We don't feel the same way. That's fine."

As I mumbled to myself, I realized that it wasn't fine.

As selfish as it was, neither was I, seeing her choose him over me.

<Emma's POV>

Steven yelled at me in mumbles as he drunkenly pulled me along, leaving a red mark on my upper arm. I didn't say anything. I knew how this fight was going to go. But maybe I could get out of it if I just didn't talk.

"Care to explain?" He demanded, as he let go of my arm and I sat down on the couch lazily.

I didn't respond.

"You know what, if you aren't going to talk, then maybe you should just get out."

"..."

"Did you hear me? GET OUT."

I didn't budge. He wasn't about to kick me out of my own apartment.
As he went to grab my shirt, I grabbed his arm and stopped him, pulling him into a passionless kiss. That shut him up.
I then sat back down, crossing my arms, staring at the mute TV.

"You-"

"Don't," I cut him off.

He stomped off into the bedroom and slammed the door. I smirked a bit to myself.

Bzzz

I grabbed my phone out of my bag and checked to see who it was. A smile came to my lips as I read "Tom ☕️".

[You alright?]
12:31pm

[Yeah, everything's good. Thanks.]
12:31pm

[Okay. See you at work tomorrow.]
12:32pm

[see you then.]
12.32pm

I sighed and my phone fell forward onto my chest.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out my emotions. Specifically one, which I couldn't bare.

I had feelings for Tom.