Tom Holland Imagines

Ground Rules - 8 [Tom Holland]

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking asshole!"

Oh...

Oh my fucking god.

I'm going to fucking throw up.

You see Tom's back, shaking in anger, then Haz and Jacob come out of nowhere, holding his arms and pulling him back, "Yo, dude, chill, chill!"

There's an awed hush, and the nameless guy gets up, rubbing his cheek, and promptly exits the party in shocked shame, his heavy steps the only other sound besides the music. Everyone has their jaw dropped, but cheer when the door slams back shut, it's not a good party unless there's a fight and somebody is crying, am I right?

"God, Tom, what the fuck happened?" you heard Harrison's voice, a muffled buzz against your blossoming headache, "You alright, man?"
Em was next to you, holding your arm, and you felt another presence beside you, "Babe?" You couldn't focus on her words. You didn't feel great, you really didn't, the colors, shapes and sounds were overpowering your senses right now.

"Hey, hey! Are you okay?" that was a different voice, one that you didn't know, you didn't recognise right away, "Guys? She looks pale..."

And then you did it.

You felt like you were going to throw up, and then you fucking did.

Great.

Okay, it wasn't that bad, that familiar voice pulled you away from the room, and heaved you into the miraculously empty bathroom, and you managed to puke into the open toilet.

You felt the horrible burn of vomit come up your throat as you gagged into the bowl, your eyes messy with tears. Someone held your hair back lightly and rubbed your back.

Your hand's gripped the sides of the bowl, as you heaved and you hear Em's voice in the background mumbling, "I'll go get her some water!"

Who's...?

"You're alright, girl," the voice spoke, soft and gently, "You're fine, Y/N."

Dread settled in your stomach as you came to the realization, that feeling alone was enough to make you vomit again.

Z.

After a few moments of freezing in place, you wiped off your face and leaned back, sliding yourself to lean against the bathtub, with your feet stretched out in front of you.

And then you see her, kneeling behind where you were, her perfect eyebrows pinched in worry over who, you?

You don't know what face to pull, not even sure how to feel about it all right now, still kind of shocked but thankful that she hauled your ass into the bathroom before you made an even bigger fool of yourself. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but your mind was still swirling in a dull attempt to reorient yourself.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything other than a small, "Thank you..."

She nods, sitting back, up against the wall, her knees pulled up so she wouldn't hit your legs.

You couldn't believe that Zendaya was the one who brought you away, that her in all her golden glory was in the bathroom while you were throwing up. You felt powerless as she blocked the door, praying that Em would come back soon. She stares forward for a second, before breathing out,

"I don't know if you know who I am..."

Oh, I sure fucking do.

"And I'm sure you don't want to hear any of this, but I have you here, and I have to say it."