Tom Holland imagines

Adoption.

Warning: A whole lotta feeeeeeellllllzzzzz

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"No Daddy! Please don't go! Don't leave me!" The small girl cried as the door slammed. Her mother was on the floor crying. The little girl's eyes were filled with tears and stung as her vision blurred from her cries.

She ran to the door and opened it with all the force a five year old could have and ran out after her father. But the car was already driving away. The girl ran after the car down the street as fast as she could, "DADDY! PLEASE!" She cried out. 

Even though the car was out of reach by far, she kept running and crying, but her shoe skidded on a rock and she fell forward onto the gravel in a heap. Screaming and crying her eyes out. Blood had started to creep out of the small cuts from the rocks as the girl continued to cry on the ground.

Helpless.

That was the last time y/n l/n ever saw her father.

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Six years later...

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A hot wet tear slid down her check and she watch as it fell to the ground, the liquid mixing in with the rain pouring to the ground around her... falling down, down, down. 

Onto the red wooden coffin.

Suddenly her knees buckled and she fell to the green grass. Her umbrella slipped from her grip as she hid her face in her shaking hands as loud sobs racked the girl's whole body. 

"Mum?" A young boy spoke from behind her, but y/n payed no mind to his conversation with his mother. Her thoughts were drowned out by memories of her own mother and the painful urge for her to still be there with her, "What's going to happen to y/n?" Harry asked.

Nicky squeezed his small hand in her soft one lightly, "She's going to come and stay with us." Nicky tried to speak but her voice cracked as another tear escaped from her red puffy eyes. Harry looked over to you. On your knees and crying your full heart out at your mums coffin, six feet under the ground.

"H-how did (your/mums/name) die?" He asked innocently, not understanding what was happening. At this, sobs broke through his mother's lips as she shook her head. Sam, on her other side didn't understand either. All they thought was that it was strange for someone who wasn't old to die so suddenly.

"Yeah, I mean (y/m/n) wasn't sick or anything was she?" He asked sadly. Nicky's hand slipped from theirs to her face as she covered it to try and stop her cries. But how could she? Her childhood best friend had committed suicide and left her daughter all alone in this world without her father.

"You idiots." Tom snapped with an enraged tone making y/n snap from her thoughts briefly to look at them behind her, "don't you get it? (Y/m/n) killed herself because y/n's Dad left. She died and now y/n doesn't have anyone! Because (y/m/n) was so selfish that she killed herself!" Tom yelled and everyone froze. Sam and Harry gasped and Nicky fell to her knees too and cried.

Y/n quickly covered her ears and turned around to Tom who's eyes widened once he realised what he had just said. They met with y/n's watery ones as she screamed out, "NO! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT! UP!!" She frantically shook her head, "YOU ARE LYING! YOU'RE LYING! SHE WASN'T SELFISH! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT!?!" She screamed louder as she ran off.

"Y/n!" Nicky weakly yelled but the eleven year old girl showed no signs of paying any attention or stopping as she ran off crying, "Tom!" She cried as her eldest son covered his mouth and fell to the ground next to his mother.