Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

you'll always have me

based off true events when my "best friend" said she didnt want to be friends w me anymore a few days ago :/

The text my best friend, Liz sent me came to a total surprise. My heart broke as I read it, realizing she no longer wanted to be my best friend, or my friend at all for that matter. As I read it, I understood slightly. She asked me to change my bad habits and I didn't. I should of. Maybe she would of stayed being my friend. Maybe she wouldn't of told me she didn't want to be friends with anymore.

It's the summer so it wouldn't be hard because I don't have to see everyday. But I was supposed to go to a concert with her, and I wanted to go to the beach and theme parks with her and our group of friends.

I tried my hardest not to cry when I realized that I would be going into junior year without the girl I thought was my best friend by my side. Eventually, it hit me. Hard. I sat in the edge of my bed, crying. I never realized how much someone saying they didnt want to be friends anymore could hurt.

I heard the familiar rustling at my window.

"Not tonight, Peter," I sniffed, not looking up.

"Oh, i-is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," I whispered, covering my eyes to hide the fact I was crying.

I heard footsteps and I refused to look up at the boy who I knew was standing in my room.

"You're lying, Y/N,"

"N-no I'm not,"

I heard him sigh.

"Have you forgotten I've know you for 10 years? Something's upsetting you,"

"Peter, I'll be fine,"

I felt a hand on my knee and I lifted my head up, Peter crouched down in front of me.

"Y/N, what happened?"

I looked up at him and shook my head.

"I-I don't want you to think any less of them,"

He looked at me, jaw clenching, fist forming in his hand that wasn't touching my knee.

"Did somebody hurt you?"

"Not physically, Peter. But mentally," I wiped my tears.

"Are you being bullied again?"

I shook my head.

"So then what happened?"

I sighed.

"Don't get mad at her, please." I begged.

"Y/N,"

"Liz texted me and said she didn't want to be friends anymore,"

"W-what?"

I sniffed and nodded.

"She said it wasn't me, that it was her but I can't help but think that it's all my fault," I sniffed, tears threatening to pour out at any given moment.

"Y/N," Peter whispered, pulling me into his chest.

"I-it's fine," I sniffed.

He shook his head.

"But it's not,"

"I don't know why Liz would not want to be friends with you anymore, but you're amazing. Absolutely amazing, you're probably one of the greatest friends I've ever had. She's probably just being petty and trying to become popular, okay? Don't let it get to you,"

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head, rubbing my back softly.

After my tears finally slowed, Peter suggested I tried to get some sleep.

As he got up to leave, I grabbed his arm.

"Please," I whispered, looking at him.

"Stay,"

He smiled.

"Of course,"

He took his shoes off, joining me under the covers, pulling me close to his chest.

"Peter?" He played with my hair as I traced soft circles on the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Mmhm?"

"Promise me you'll never leave me, promise me we'll be friends forever,"

He chuckled, kissing my forehead softly.

"You'll always have me, darling,"

I felt the blush against my cheeks rise and I leaned up for a second, softly pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you,"

When I rested my head on his chest again, his heart rate had sped up.

"Goodnight Pete," I smiled, slowly drifting off into the dark abyss of slumber.