Drunk On Tragic Endings [Tom Holland Fanfic/Imagine]

Chapter Seventeen- Future

I woke up in a room fogged with sunlight that leaked through the blinds which were slightly cracked open.
I sat up, only to be forced to lay back down as a wave of pain shot through my head, and I mumbled indistinguishable words under my breath. I turned my head to the side to see Tom laying next to me, peacefully sleeping with a few strands of hair spreading across his forehead. I smiled to myself, before immediately after becoming confused as that smile faded.
"Okay! Who's ready to cure those hangovers?" Lily burst through the door, both startling me and interrupting my thoughts.
Tom woke up at the loud sound of Lily's voice, and sat up with a groan.
"I have some drinks in the kitchen. They work to cure a hangover almost every time. Come out when you're ready," She added, shutting the door with a smirk and a wink directed towards me.
I very slowly sat up, as did Tom. I let my right leg hang off the bed as I draped my arm across my face, shielding my eyes from the light that seeped into the small room. A quiet groan escaped my lips as I rolled over and buried my face in the pillows, accidentally hitting Tom.
"Sorry," I mumbled, though my voice was muffled as I spoke into the pillows before sitting up and facing him.
I rubbed my eyes and tilted my head to the side as I watched him throw a pillow at the floor by the end of my bed.
"Tom, you dickhead," Haz said tiredly, chucking the pillow lazily back at him. "Let me be."
I giggled a small bit and Tom rolled his eyes at Haz, before turning to me with a small smile.
"So what the hell happened last night?" I questioned, my head still pounding.
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<Tom's POV>
<8 hours earlier>
"Well, looks like she's out for the rest of the night," I let out a nervous chuckle, watching as Emma passed out on her bed.
Haz nodded, though didn't look up at me.
"Listen, mate. I'm really sorry, alright? I didn't know what-"
"It's- it's fine. Listen, you two are obviously, like, still in love. Everyone can see it. The way you look at her like the stars in her eyes are never ending, the way she looks into your eyes as if she can see her future in them. I'm just the dumbass that asked out a girl who's obviously in love with someone else. You're just the dumbass that went after the wrong girl after giving up on going after the right one."
"Damn are you on something Haz? Why are you getting all wisdom-y on me here?"
"Shut up, dickhead. I'm trying to say that you need to go after Em, alright?"
I shook my head. "She'll reject me."
He sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"If she does, then keep trying. You're obviously fucking made for each other. Go after her."
"And you're... Okay with all of this?" I asked, a feeling of guilt growing.
"Hey, if she's not the one for me, then someone's bound to be, right? Just gotta find her."
I smiled a bit, and he returned it.
"Thanks, mate. It means a lot."
He nodded, before yawning. "Yeah."
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<Emma's POV>
"At some point, Haz had ended up passed out on the floor, and I had ended up asleep in your bed," Tom finished his story, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"Okay, well, thank you. But I do think we need to talk about that. About what Haz said."
"Oh don't mind what he said."
"He was-"
"Drunk," He cut me off, shrugging.
"No, Tom. He was.. He was right."
He looked at me, quite obviously a bit confused by my words.
"What?"
"He was right. About everything. The way that I look at you, the way you look at me, the part about you being a dumbass-"
"Hey!" He cut me off with a small laugh, lightly hitting my left arm with a pillow.
I returned the laugh, anxiously playing with the hem of my baggy shirt as the words I've been dying to speak for what felt like an eternity were finally spoken.
"What I'm saying is- Okay, so you know how he said that- that I look into your eyes as if I see the future in them?"
"Yeah," He mumbled.
"You wanna know why he said that? It's because it's true. I see a future with you, Tom. There's something there, in the future, for us," I spoke quickly. "Okay, now the question. Do you- do you see it too?"
He stayed quiet for a moment, staring down blankly at the pillow he clutched. Finally, he looked up at me and smiled softly.
"You know what, Emma? I do. I really do."
A smile grew on my lips, as I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Well, what do you want to do about that, then?" I asked, my hands still tugging at the hem of my shirt.
"I think we should talk to Haz about this first, but.. Would you maybe- wanna be, um.. My girlfriend?" His question came out almost shy, and I found it adorable. He was nervous to ask me.
Tom Holland.
I nodded eagerly, unable to wipe a smile off my lips.
He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed back, my left hand cupping his cheek and my right hand running through his messy, curly brown hair.
I smiled into the kiss and we broke apart. I immediately pulled him into a hug, never wanting to let him go.
And for the first time in awhile, I felt good again, like I was where I was supposed to be.
Where I belonged.
Where I was loved.
And that day I made a promise to myself.
That I would never, ever, let him go again.

{This low key sounds like the end of the whole story, but I assure you, it's not.}
|Also, i apologize for the short chapter and if it was a bit boring. School sucks :/ next chapter will be longer xx. Thank you sm for your patience and support 💞|