•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Come Home~ T.H

TOM'S POV
"Come home (Y/N). Please, come back to me. I miss you."

"You're not my home anymore Tom. Stop calling me." She said through the phone, her voice shaking. "This is what is best for both of us."

"No baby please don't say that. That's -" She hung up the phone. I couldn't blame her. I was the one that messed everything up, I got drunk, I forgot about her, and then I cheated on her. This was all my fault.
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Nearly a month has passed and every day the same conversation replayed in my head and I grew to hate myself more and more. Today would have been our two year anniversary and I had to end it before it even came around.

She was the one person who truly understood me when I hid my frowns behind a smile for the camera. She was the one who made me feel most whole. Now there was nothing but emptiness within my heart. I couldn't handle it.

It didn't help that she never came by to pack up her valuables and the rest of her clothes. Literally, everything in the apartment smelled like her. I couldn't let it go. Days went on and when I needed just a boost of confidence, I would go through the old messages that we shared.

The LOML❤️❤️: Babe, when are you coming home?

Me: Soon my love, I have a little surprise for you.

The LOML ❤️❤️: You know I hate it when you buy me stuff. You don't need to do that.

Me: But I want to, you deserve the world and more.

The LOML❤️❤️: *blushes*

Me: *kisses your cheeks*

The LOML❤️❤️: *shoves you off* 😭😭

Me: You know you would like it 🙂

The LOML❤️❤️: bye Tom 🙄

Me: Bye darlin' 😘

Reading them now just reminded me of what I don't have. I don't have anything without her, I am nothing without her.
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YOUR POV
'Happy Two Year Anniversary' the reminder on your phone said. You don't know why you never bothered to erase it off of your phone. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed him a whole lot. You missed his touch, the words he spoke to you, and the way he made you feel whenever he came into a room. You wanted him back so bad.

But you knew you couldn't. You couldn't take him back, you had promised yourself that you wouldn't take him back under any circumstance. You had done this for your own good and you would see the benefit of it later in life. Would I though? You asked yourself.

"Ugh!" You yell at the reflection in the mirror within the small bathroom in the house, a tear escaping your eye. You had been staying with Zendaya after moving out of the apartment you shared with Tom. She had offered to let you stay as long as you would like before finding a place of my own. You admit that you had found a place but just didn't want to be alone until you had fully gotten over it, over him. She understood and you've been staying there for the past month.

"(Y/N)," There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Are you okay?" You wiped the tears from your eyes and quickly wash your face with cold water.

"Yeah yeah, I'm good," You say then grab your phone off of the counter and put it in your back pocket. She opens the door and stands there watching you.

"You're not okay, is this about Tom again?" You avert your eyes and walk past her. "(Y/N) you can't do this to yourself. You need to choose for yourself." She starts following you, keeping up with your pace.