Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

10: Cheater Prt. 2

They say a lot can happen in a year. I thought that was pure bullshit, cause how could a person change much in a year?

I figured Tom hadn't.

Except......he'd gotten so famous, after SpiderMan hit the big screen.

I'd left him a month before that happened.

He'd thought I'd cheated.

I hadn't. It hurt how he clearly couldn't see how much I loved him.

But he wasn't the only one who got more famous. I got a modeling job (ferocious business by the way) and soon my photos were everywhere.

People wanted me in movies.

So, that's what I did. I got a part in Infinity War. However small it was, everyone loved it.

So, that meant I was wanted at the premiere.

When I'd landed this part in Infinity War, I was praying I didn't have to see Tom.

And I didn't. I got lucky.

But the premiere....

"Hey Y/N, what color are you wearing tonight?" My best friend called from the other room.

I sighed, heavily, putting my phone down and rubbing my temples. "Uh..." It took me a moment to remember. "Black?"

"Is that an answer?" She called back.

I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. "Yes."

"So I can text Tom to wear a black tie?" She called again.

I was suddenly wide awake and alert. "What?!"

"I'm teasing!" She said.

She wasn't. She had no idea, I'd met her just before........the incident. If she was Z....but Z encouraged him.

So I hadn't spoken to either.

"Ha ha!" I called in a very non 'ha ha' tone.

I applied the rest of my makeup before looking for my dress.

I had tried to pick something that would make him jealous of the girl on my arm, being my friend, who liked to pretend to be my girlfriend to make boys jealous.

So she wanted to do that now.

She was going in a pale pink short dress, versus my black, steep-neckline-baring mermaid dress.

I say steep cause the neckline touched my belly button.

My friend told me I looked so stunning I could possibly knock Tom dead.

That wasn't my goal.

I just wanted to survive the premiere, and get away from him.

Once I managed to wrangle the dress on, I met my friend in the hallway. She smiled. "You look so pretty!" We said in unison.

We, of course, laughed as we walked to the limo.

On the ride, neither of us spoke. We posted selfies on Instagram and pictures of each other in our dresses, and I happened across one of Tom.

I swallowed and turned my phone off quickly.

The limo lurched to a stop, so both me and F/N took a deep breath, and stepped out into the bright light of a thousand cameras.

"Oh my god," F/M breathed.

I finished signing the young man's autograph, and turned to her. "What?"

She pointed down the carpet.

I looked.

I froze.

I blinked.

I did a lot, but I could hardly remember much.

I remember the sounds dissolved, as did my focus.

Cameras flashed at the look on my face.

Tom, who stood behind us a ways, was only looking better.

"Damn," I managed. He'd changed in the past year, and definitely for the better.

F/N watched me as my breathing pace sped up, and how I froze.

The pen fell from my fingers.

She handed it back to the young man.

Tom smiled at the girl who shouted she loved him.

His smile was even better then before.

I didn't think that was possible.

And he looked so goddamn good in a suit, just like before.

And oh. My. Lord. His hair.

I prayed he didn't see me.

But just as I thought that, he looked up.

His eyes met mine.

His eyes scanned my body.

His eyes.....were so dark. They still held pain when they looked at me.

But then his eyes landed on my dress, and on my friend, who latched herself to my arm.

He looked away.

I blinked.

My friend sighed. "Come on, movie is beginning."

I didn't wanna go.

But I had to see the movie anyway.

Tom was in it.