Tom Holland Imagines

4 | It Only Takes Once

*Part 1/3*

At the sound of an alarm blaring through the room, you groggily groaned and sat up. A painful headache pounded against your forehead and while refusing to open your eyes, you slammed your nightstand until the alarm turned off. You slowly opened your eyes and immediately, your hands pulled the sheet up to cover your bare chest. You fearfully looked to your left and you had to suppress the urge to scream. 

Right beside you lay your best friend since childhood, Tom Holland. It was a miracle the alarm hadn't woken him up yet, but you sure as hell were going to. "Tom, wake up!" You called, shaking his arm. He grumbled some words under his breath before he turned his back to you. "Thomas!" You repeated, pushing him so he would almost fall off the edge of the bed. 

"What?" He irritatedly asked before he sat up. He opened his eyes and they instantly grew to the size of saucers. "What are you..." He started to say but he quickly realised exactly what had happened. "Oh, God... Did we...?" 

"Well, I'm naked so what do you think?" You retorted and he groaned, dropping his head in his hands. "Tom, you're my best friend. What the hell happened last night?" You asked. 

He looked up only to shake his head. "I have no clue," He sighed. 

Last night, you had celebrated your 21st birthday. Tom had thrown you a surprise party at your favourite bar with all of your friends and more there. You remembered having a few drinks and dancing with your friends before someone had treated you to tequila shots. Turns out you did more of those than you could remember since you couldn't recall the last couple of hours of the party and now you were in bed with your best friend, the two of you exposed to the bone with only a thin sheet to cover yourselves. 

"What are we gonna do, Tom?" You asked quietly, your eyes avoiding to look at him. 

He let out a long breath. "I don't know. Pretend it didn't happen, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders in defeat. 

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," You agreed. 

***

Two weeks had passed since the incident with Tom and if you had to be honest, things had been a little awkward since then. You had never before in your life felt awkward around Tom. You had told him things you would never tell anyone else, not even if your life depended on it. He knew about your grossest period stories, your embarrassing hookup stories, and if you were sick, he was there. No matter how bad your vomiting, he'd stick by your side. And you would gladly return the favour anytime he got sick. You've seen him break his nose a few times and when he had awkward problems of his own, you helped him through it without a question asked. 

But now, things were really awkward. Every time you saw him, your brain wouldn't stop imagining you and him that night, even though you had no memories of it. The thought of it made you shiver because you never thought something like this would ever happen. Sure, you had had a crush on Tom when you were teenagers, but nothing had ever happened and you had gotten over it because his friendship was way more valuable to you. 

And now you were sitting on your closed toilet while praying to God. "Please, please, please, please," You rambled, covering your mouth with your hand while the other held the white pregnancy test. You were begging it was going to tell you that you were not pregnant but you had been feeling off lately and you had missed your period, so you were fearing the worst.  It had been two minutes, the results could appear any second now. You fearfully looked down and tears immediately welled up in your eyes. It clearly said, 'pregnant'. 

"Fuck," You said, your voice shivering. How were you going to tell Tom? You were pregnant with your best friend's baby. What if he didn't want it? What if he told you to get an abortion? What if he never wanted to see you again? 

Tears streamed down your face as you plummeted the test through your bathroom. It hit the wall and fell to the floor with a thud. You took a few breaths before clearing your cheeks from the hot tears. You grabbed your phone from the sink and dialled Tom's number. 

"Hey," His cheerful voice sounded. 

"Hey," You said, your voice shivering and unsteady. 

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked, worry lacing his words.

"Not really. Can we talk?" You asked. 

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong?" He said. 

"Not like this. Can you meet me at the cafe?" You said. 

"Sure. Just relax, whatever it is, we'll deal with it, okay?" He said. 

"Okay, see you in a few." You ended the call and collected yourself before exiting the bathroom. 

Ten minutes later, you were sitting across from Tom in the cafe you went to ever since you were little. "Y/N, please talk to me, you're scaring me," Tom's soft voice said and you closed your eyes. 

As you remained silent for another minute or two, Tom's worries grew. "Y/N, what happened? You know you can tell me everything." He tried to catch your eyes and you carefully looked up. At the sight of the tears in your eyes, he sat back with shock evident on his face. 

"Tom..." You started and a tear leaked from your eye. You stubbornly wiped it away before gathering the strength to tell him the secret you were carrying inside of you. "I know we thought that that night wasn't going to have any consequences, but it does. And not a small one either." His brows furrowed together in confusion. "I'm pregnant, Tom..." Your voice was merely a whisper but you knew he had heard you loud and clear. 

"Y-You're... You're pregnant?" He asked, not a single emotion was visible in his eyes and you couldn't discover how he was feeling. You nodded quietly, more tears falling down your face. "Dammit," He mumbled. 

"What are we going to do, Tom?" You asked softly. 

He shook his head. "I'm sorry," He muttered before getting up out of his chair. 

"Tom, don't you dare walk away!" You called and he stopped. 

"What do you want me to do, then, huh?" He asked and you swore you heard the slightest bit of anger in his voice. 

"We're gonna deal with this together because we're both responsible. For Fuck's sake, Tom, I never thought you'd run away!" You exclaimed angrily. People started to look in your direction but you didn't care. 

"How do you know it's my responsibility? It could be some other guy you hooked up with for all we know because apparently, that's what you do when you get drunk!" He shouted. 

"Excuse me?!" You retorted. 

He calmed slightly. "Y/N, that's not what I meant..." He started to say, but you were quick to cut him off. 

"I think that's exactly what you meant. You think I'm some kind of whore, don't you?" You asked, your voice cracking several times. 

"No, I don't. That's not what I think at all. I'm sorry," He said. 

You shook your head before turning away. He shouted your name numerous times but you blocked it out as you made a beeline for the exit. As you walked up to your car, a hand grabbed your wrist and turned you around. 

"Y/N, please listen to me. I'm so sorry I said that. I didn't mean a word of it." He paused shortly. "I know it's my responsibility too. You're my best friend and I love you, so we'll deal with this together, okay?" He pleaded and you saw he had tears in his eyes, causing yours to water as well. 

You nodded softly. "Promise you won't walk away again?" 

"I promise," He confirmed with determination. He opened his arms and you smiled before wrapping your arms around his torso. 

"Thank you," You whispered. "Dad." 

He chuckled. "This kid is gonna have the best parents in the world. I'll make sure of that."