OH, I LOVE LED ZEPPELIN || Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Leave || Tom Holland

4 hours ago Thomas Stanley Holland had left you, he had broken up with you because he didn't want you to get caught up in the whole movie franchise, fans and famous thing and you were heart broken

It was storming when he did it and then he left your house, he left you to sit there crying and drinking wine out of a bottle whilst you stared at a picture of him you'd had developed two years ago

You'd been dating for 4 years until he got his big break for captain America: civil war, he was gonna be spider-man and man did he love spider-man, from the time you'd known him at 13 to about 6 months ago he'd had a spider-man poster on his wall

4 years....

He'd just dumped 4 years of your life down a drain because of a poster he'd had on his walls for longer, god he just pissed you off!

You threw the bow empty bottle of wine at the table hoping for some relief from the heartbreak you were feeling, you had work in the morning but here you were crying at 12am hoping to just die on the spot

You'd had him through everything and anything and he just! He just left you here alone.... because of a movie!

You could handle him being famous, hell he was mildly famous now but no he didn't want you to get hurt or ruin his reputation or something I don't really know you stopped listening as soon as he said break up

*****

It was now 1:15 and you were scrolling through your snapchat memories choosing to embrace the never ending feeling of hatred for yourself and undeniable love for Tom

The door knocked gently making you jump as you turned to stare at the window, if it was someone you knew they'd look through the window

You saw a hand wave at you through the window so you let your guard down slightly, you noticed the thunder and you hoped to god that it wasn't some maniac that chose now to kill someone

The door unlocked carefully as you peaked through the small crack you'd created and there stood Tom, his face was incredibly red and his eyes were so puffy you were surprised he could see, his lips were bleeding from where he'd been picking at them and his clothes were drenched

"I left and I walked a little bit but I came back and I couldn't knock on the door so I've been stood here for like 5 hours getting rained on and now I'm so cold and I'm so sorry I was so wrong I couldn't even last 20 minutes without needing you to be there for me I was wrong I'm sorry"

You opened the door but didn't invite him in you only stared at his shivering wet form, the clothes cling to his body like they were trying to steal his body warmth the way you did and his hair was curling and falling in his eyes

You finally dragged him in the house motioning for him to start stripping off you grabbed your duvet and set it down on the sofa "dry off in the bathroom" you were hurt, so incredibly hurt that it took him leaving you to realise that you were more important than some film

But yet there you were taking him in again and letting him be warm and comfortable with you, god you hated yourself

When he finally came back he was wearing old clothes that he left here for when he slept, his hair was still wet and he looked like he'd started crying all over again in the bathroom "I'm so sorry" he rushed towards you going for a hug but you stopped him still completely drunk

"You had to leave me to realise I was more important than a film" you stated noticing your slurring but genuinely not caring, he looked a little confused before noticing the broken wine bottle on the floor and his face twisted into one of guilt

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I didn't want them to take you into the media and make you look bad, I didn't want you to get hate or make you upset I didn't want to drag you into this"

"YOU DRAGGED ME INTO IT 4 YEARS AGO TOM YOU SHOULD KNOW AFYER THAT LONG THAT YOU ARE MORE IMPORTANT TO ME THAN ALL OF THAT!" You were breathing heavily but still crying again as he sank to the floor on his knees

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to get hurt but I hurt you more than that would have" He was hugging your leg literally begging you to forgive him "get up Tom" he did sadly staring down at his feet

"You're such an idiot" he shrank further into himself but you placed your hand on his cheek "such an idiot" you repeated as you lifted his head and kissed him gently, his smile made its way into your kiss making it harder for him to kiss you

"I love you, beyond anything I can ever do as a job or a hobby, so so much"
"I love you too, now cuddle with and watch some movies because you made me sad" he pouted at your comment but obliged pulling you over to sofa and lifting to duvet over both of you

"Go to sleep, you have work in the morning"
"Fuck work I'm drunk, I'm sleeping until 12" he chuckled nodding gently giving himself a reminder to call into work tomorrow and say you'd been throwing up all night so they'd give you sick leave

"Don't ever leave again"
"I won't, I know that now"