The one and only (Tom Holland - new version)

Chapter 10

*Olive's POV*

I couldn't fall asleep, and I kept thinking about who would put a fake finger in the fridge. Suddenly, it hit me. Freya. What a cunt. Then the next question followed; How did she get in the house? That was more or less how I spent my night; Wondering who was behind and why they did it.

When Tom woke up, I kissed him which he didn't seem to mind.

"What's the occasion?" He asked as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Can't I kiss my boyfriend without a reason?" I shot him a sly smirk and crawled on top of him. His eyes widened and his hands quickly found my hips.

"I like where this is going," he smirked and drew circles on my hips with his thumbs. I leaned back down to kiss him, and he immediately kissed me back. I let his tongue enter my mouth which was eager to do so. He was being dominant, and I didn't stop him. Before I could count to ten, he was on top and spread kisses all over my body. His fingers trailed all over my body and made me shiver a bit. I could feel a warmth fill my stomach and a wet sensation a bit further down.

"That was quick," he teased and let his fingers wander about under my shirt. It was my time to make a move, and so I did. I put myself on top again and started moving my hips against him. A low growl left his lips, and it fed my ego. Before I could do much more, he rubbed his forehead and winced. I instantly stopped.

"I had totally forgotten about that. How's your head today?" I crawled back down and caressed his cheek. He sat up beside me and took a couple of pills from the nightstand.

"I think you're right; I suppose I should go to the doctors'," he admitted and pecked me on the cheek. I felt bad for him and promised myself I would let the sinner pay for their sins. Freya.

*Tom's POV*

Two weeks had passed since the incident and the mild concussion I had been diagnosed with, was almost completely gone. Olive had been taking good care of me and drove me on set, even though I wasn't allowed to work at all. I spent most of my time with closed eyes because it relieved the pain a smidge. We found out who was behind it all when we watched the surveillance the following day. It was Freya, as Olive had foreseen. It was crazy how fast Olive had come into my life and made a difference. It made me feel insane. It shouldn't be possible to fall in love with someone that quick. Even so, I'd choose her; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I'd find her and I'd choose her. I was simply a fool in love. In love with a girl, I felt like I knew through and through, when in reality - deep down - I knew I didn't.

It was late and as I was on my way home from work, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, mate," I said and shot the man a small smile. He didn't react and kept walking. Strange. Weirdly enough, five minutes later the exact same thing happened, but with a new man. I sped up and was eager to get to my car. As fate would have it, Freya was leaning against my car along with two men. The two men...

*Olive's POV*

Unfortunately, Tom had a long work day, even longer than Zendaya and Jacob, which meant they had already arrived. There wasn't much chatter, mostly silence and awkwardness. If someone engaged in conversation, it didn't take long for the chatter to fade out again. At some point, we heard a knock on the door, and it seemed like everyone let out a relieving sigh.

"I'll answer it," Haz stood up and walked to the door. "It's the police," he shouted shortly after opening the door. We all rushed to the door, both in interest and anticipation. I had a bad feeling.

"I apologise for disturbing you, however, I'm sorry to inform you that your friend, Tom Holland, was assaulted on his way home," a tall police officer explained with an apologetic expression. I tried to say something, but nothing came out when I opened my mouth. Nothing.

"How is he? What happened?" Sam exclaimed with glassy eyes.

"He's currently in a coma but is being treated at Ospedale Santi Giovanni e Paolo in Venice." The policeman handed Harrison a paper and was about to leave us.

"What on earth happened?" I managed to blurt out. Thoughts were terrorising my perished mind, and I couldn't think properly. The police officer put a calming hand on my shoulder as he said:

"We do not know yet, Mrs. Holland, but we're working on it."

Mrs. Holland. M R S. H O L L A N D.

My brain stopped functioning, luckily Sam asked the police officer for a ride to the hospital, as we had all been drinking wine beforehand. They only had space enough for three of us, which created an argument about who should go and who shouldn't. Thankfully, I made the cut along with Haz and Sam. Anything else would have been stupid.

After walking through the hospital door, we almost ran to Tom's room, where he was lying in the hospital bed all beat up. It was clear as day, that the beating had been brutal and that he'd been bleeding a lot. Tears streamed down my face and my heart ached like never before. From the corner of my eye, I could spot Sam covering his face along with Haz crying like me. I took my darling's hand in mine and kissed him on the cheek. He looked so pale, yet blue. So vulnerable. Shit. Quickly, I was filled with anger and felt like I could smash a van against the wall in a second. I wanted the attacker to pay for their actions, and I would gladly take care of it myself.

Hours and hours passed without the smallest movement. The doctors didn't know for how long he'd be out, however, they estimated it wouldn't be for longer than a few days. A few days too much. Eventually, I fell asleep in a chair next to his bed and at no point did I let go of his weak hand.

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Quote by Kiersten White (The Chaos of Stars): "And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you."