Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines

Strawberry Kisses | T.H

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Summary: You find yourself on your best friends doorstep for the first time in three weeks after you find your boyfriend cheating.

Warnings: Cheating

Rainy days were never a favourite of Toms.

He had thought about it many times before– about why exactly he preferred the sun beating down on his back and layers of fetid sunscreen slapped all over his body and the days of pain if he so much as forgot. There were the ice-cold lemonades and ice pops, racing around his front yard when he was a kid and tripping over rocks and meeting the earth with a harsh thud. Yes, he loved being outdoors whether it was going on a hike or messing around in the pool with Harrison.

But his favourite thing about summer was you. It was just as bright, just as happy.

His eyes locked on the big, aged oak tree on his front yard. The thing hung over his house, leaves shielding any ounce of sunlight from peaking through his front windows. It was the tree with multiple sets of initials carved in the front and roots beginning to rise, saying hello to the never present sunlight.

He had come to the conclusion that the reason he disliked the rainy days so much aside from the obvious reasons were because all of his favourite memories with you began under that oak tree, in the beating sun. The rain was sad, it was dreary, and it was what board the two of you to no extent as children. But on those sunny days you'd share ice creams and count the leaves on each branch, sometimes you'd try and climb it and he'd stand at the bottom in case you fell.

He was so distracted that he nearly missed the sound of someone knocking at the door and on such a cold, dreary day he honestly hadn't expected anyone. He had locked himself in, built a little nest in front of the tv right beside the fire with Tess. The boy had only got up to flick the jug on so he could grab a cup of tea and maybe a packet of biscuits at that– somehow he'd ended up staring at the oversized oak tree, watching the branches dance with every heavy gust of wind.

That damn tree, and the damn leaves that boarded it and the initials carved into the wood and the– then, you didn't have a boyfriend. Then, it was just the two of you against the entire world and he was silly enough to think that it'd stay that way forever.

Tom trudged towards the door, sweatpants sagging against the wood as he peeked through the peephole. Tessa whined next to him after forcing herself up off of her spot on the couch

There you stood in the rain, soaking wet hair and clothes and Tom could only assume that you'd walked all the way to his– not a good idea considering the storm brewing outside. Any makeup you'd been wearing was either smudged or gone and you looked distraught, absolutely broken but still, he still recognised you– how could he not? Tom wasted no time in tugging the front door open, meeting your slightly embarrassed and still rather gentle eyes.

After three weeks of not seeing you, he couldn't forget about the little lines beneath your eyes, and the curl of your lips and just how much he loved you–

"What happened?"

You step into the house immediately to be engulfed by the warmth, the sound of the fire roaring away in the living room competing with the television and the jug that sizzled in the corner of the kitchen. His place hadn't changed much since you'd last been, the same pictures of the two of you remained on the counter and Tessa's toys were still scattered across the floor.

"He cheated on me." You mumble.

Tom felt rage flood his veins right away, gritting his teeth as he replied. "He did what?"