Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

9: Cheater

He was gone. Those words I hated to use. But he disappeared, for almost two months. I hated the lonely pain I felt all day, but it was also mixed with an unknown despise.

Well, unknown is a strong word. Confusing, that's better.

Tom Holland wasn't the person you'd expect to go missing.

And he wasn't on tour. He wasn't filming. I'd've known if he was.

I had so much furious energy, so I ran.

I just ran. It wasn't a pointless run though, no, I had a destination.

I had to have him home, or it wasn't home. That was my goal. Get him back to were he belonged.

"Miss, are you alright?" The old man on the bench next to an only building asked.

I panted, hugging myself tighter against the London chill. "I," I paused. "I'm not."

And I continued running. If anyone knew where Tom was, it was his best friend Harrison.

So I ran up his porch, bout ready to bang his entire door in. I pounded on it.

"Oh no, it's-are you alright?" He asked, looking at me, but I noticed he kept the door somewhat closed. He seemed to be worried about the fact it was me, then worried about the temper I was in.

I panted, leaning on a post outside the door. "Where is he?"

I don't think I asked nicely.

Harrison feigned ignorance. "I-who?"

I stood straight up. "You know exactly who."

Harrison shut the door on himself a bit more. "Er....I don't know?"

I deadpanned, only making him grin nervously. "Bull. Where is he?" I was now demanding.

Harrison looked afraid of me. "I'm bloody clueless."

I snarled at him now, inches from his face. "You're a terrible liar," I spat.

Harrison hung his head, and swung the door open, stepping aside.

"Thank you kindly," I said, not at all 'kindly.'

I walked into the kitchen, not at all expecting the sight I saw.

The very boy I'd started this dumb crusade for in the beginning, perched beside Z at the table.

I was best friends with Z. She'd told me she was just as 'clueless' as Harrison.

She's a better liar.

"Wait, I should explain-" Harrison began.

I came to a complete halt, staring uncertainly at the two. "What in the ever living hell?!"

Both Tom and Z jumped.

Harrison froze behind me, rather concerned.

I glared daggers at my boyfriend.

"Well, darling, I can explain," Tom began, standing.

I felt like sitting to give my weak legs a break, but I was too confused and angry. "Do you know how long I've been waiting?" I cried out. "What you've put me through? How long you've been gone?"

Tom seemed to break down a bit. "I see that m'love, but-"

"I-you-" I panted out, wanting to shout. Wanting to yell. Wanting to be pissed. But I couldn't. I had no good reason yet.

"Listen to me angel, I.......I couldn't get in touch with you!" Tom said in a high voice.

Z visibly cringed.