Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

11: Cheater Pt. 3

I don't care that I was in the movie, I don't care that I'd seen some of it, it broke my heart.

The only scene I hadn't seen was Tom's.

When he started saying he didn't want to go, and he didn't feel good, then he faded away, I couldn't help it.

I literally let out a choked sob.

Tom, who sat in front of me, turned around to look up at me.

I covered my mouth with one hand, not seeing him.

He rung his hands, twisting his fingers in worry and anxiety.

But he got a reaction out of me, and he seemed flattered that I was crying over him.

I couldn't help it though, his scene broke my heart.

My friend held my hand tightly durning it.

After wards, I walked into the bathroom.

I stared myself down in the mirror. There it was, the black tears on my cheeks.

I straightened myself up. "Look at you," I muttered. "A mess."

I hadn't cried that hard since I'd left him.

I'd only remembered how much it hurt, having to watch him die.

It was a movie, I remembered, I'm being childish.

So I wiped the black stains off my cheeks and walked out of the bathroom, head hung low.

"H-hey, Y/N?"

I froze. My breath hitched, and I looked up slowly.

There was Tom, handsome suit, nice hair and all. He stood with his hands behind him.

I swallowed. "Oh lord. Tom......you..you look amazing."

He smiled, and it looked as though it pained him to do so. "You look beautiful too. I mean, you look amazing too, not that I'm beautiful-"

"Trust me," I stopped him. It was becoming even harder to breathe. "You are beautiful. In your own way."

He shuffled on his feet. "I-"

"Tom, I-" I stopped when I realized it cut him off. "No, you."

"No, you go ahead," he tilted his head to the side, and a curl flopped onto his forehead.

I had an urge to flip it back, but it looked so cute. Those were thoughts I shouldn't be having. So, I opened my mouth, and he cut me off again.

"No, let me say this," he said, stepping closer.

My friend watched a couple yards off, where Z and Lizzie Olsen joined her with open mouths.

"I want to say I'm so," he took a deep breath, "so so sorry. I was so wrong, I made a huge mistake, and that was the worst mistake I've ever made."

I took all this in without looking at him. "Tom, I'm not going to ask why. I'm not going to bother, it's....isn't it too late?"

He took a sharp intake of breath. "It..shouldn't be?"

I looked up, "You really broke my heart, you know that, right?"

He sighed heavily. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey Tom!" Mackie called.

Tom jumped, looking up. Mackie was looking for him. "Shit," Tom muttered.

I grabbed his hand and yanked him behind me, heading to the closet we'd passed.

I shut the door behind him. We both panted, waiting for Mackie to walk past.

Soon, he did.

Tom relaxed. "A closet? Really? You couldn't've picked a more cliché hiding place."

I frowned at him, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't pick the Bahamas as hiding places."

Tom laughed weakly. "God I miss you."

I sighed. "I miss you too."

He stood straighter. "Then can we please fix us?"

I stared into his dark eyes. "I dunno. I...I have to be sure you trust me. You have to believe me, not Z. Unless she talks to me first and I admit I cheated, although I'd never do that to you."

Tom nodded. "I feel so bad."

I realized I wasn't being fair. I now knew I was only torturing him for something I'd long forgiven him for. "Alright Tom, we can...we can fix us."

He whooped, loud enough that Mackie would've heard him.

He swept me into his arms and froze.

I did too.

The contact alone had me high.

He breathed out, looking down at me cradled in his arms. "God I missed you."

I laughed loud. "Oh, come on."

He held me tighter, "I've never missed anyone more."

I held tight to his collar, not daring to breathe. "Neither have I."

He kissed my hair. "I'm never letting you go again. That was my second worse mistake."

I almost burst into tears again.

"And then you were crying over Peter's death scene, and I had flashbacks to the last time I made you cry."

His voice broke.

"Tom, stop. You're beating yourself up," I pushed back a bit. "I forgive you."

He let out a breathy laugh. "Oh thank god, that's all I've needed to hear."

I stopped him from hugging me back to him. "But can you forgive me?"

He blew on my skin. "Of course."

So I let him hug me back to him, suddenly aware, thanks to his breath of air, that my neckline plunged so low.