•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Treat You Better ~ T.H

YOUR POV
Shit (Y/N) why do you do this to yourself!
You think to yourself as you glanced at the phone screen on the bed. You shouldn't have looked when the notification went off but you did. Were you surprised? No, but you were disappointed.

"Who's that?" You asked him when he came out of the shower. You were holding his phone in your hand, showing the messages between him and another girl. He instantly groaned at you.

"That's an invasion of my privacy." He says then goes to grab the phone from you. You take a step back so he couldn't reach it.

"I thought we were past this Jason. Are you seriously talking to her still?" You asked him and he didn't reply. You scoff then throw his phone off to the side.

"Whatever, I'm done." You tell him and get ready to leave the room but he grabs your arm stopping you.

"Where the hell are you going?" You yank your arm from him and shove him away from you.

"I don't know Jason, anywhere that's not here!"

"You can't just walk out of here (Y/N)!" He yells at you in frustration. You turn around to face him and give an annoyed expression.

"Watch me." You finally tell him off then walk out of the apartment as intended. You didn't really know where you are going or where you would stay for the night. You couldn't go back to that apartment and let him do this to you again. You needed someone to talk to and at that moment, only one person's name came to your mind.

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You knock on the door, your hands shaking. You shouldn't have even come but you didn't know where else to go. Of course, the two of you were friends but it wasn't the type of friendship that made it okay to come over to his house at 2 a.m. The door opens and Tom stands in the doorway.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" He had asked when he took in your appearance. Your face was streaked with tears and your eyes were puffy. You shouldn't have been crying but when your feeling gets hurt, they get hurt real bad.

"To be honest, no." You say then sniffle a bit. He took another glance at you before fully opening his door and welcoming you inside.

"Is it Jason?" He asked you when he sat down next to you on the sofa. You nod.

"Yeah, he's cheating on me ... again." You say then slide your hands over your face. "I should have known better than to let him in again you know." Tom sighed and you see him ball his fingers into a fist before releasing.

"Don't blame yourself, if he truly wanted to change he would have," Tom tells you.

"That's just it, I can't help but blame myself. I should have seen it coming."

"I hate to say this but you should break up with him (Y/N). You and I both know that I can treat you better." He says and all you can do is bite your lower lip. He was right, you didn't deserve to be treated the way Jason treated you but you didn't know any better.

All your life you had been in nothing but toxic relationships except for the one you had with Tom a while back. The two of you were great together but you weren't used to the way he treated you and always craved something more.

That's when you met Jason.

You were starting to realize it was a mistake to end things with Tom because you miss being treated so well.

"You know what? You're right. I deserve to be treated better than this. I'm tired of not feeling like I'm enough." You state. A flood of courage comes over you and the next thing you know, your lips were on Tom's. It felt so good to have some type of intimacy.

There were days and even weeks where Jason would go without giving you a kiss nonetheless even hold your hand when you were in public. You missed this, you missed Tom. He hadn't tried to pull away from you at the suddenness and that just made you more confident in your actions.

You maneuver to sit on his lap facing him without breaking the kiss. He picks you up and the two of you head for the bedroom. Tom gently lays you on the bed before hovering over you. Reality hits him for a moment.

"Wait, what about Jason?" Tom asks as you started to unbutton his shirt. You quickly remove it from him and throw it to the side before running your hands over his chest.

"Forget him. I'm ending things tonight." Tom smirks at you before crashing his lips onto yours again. That night, he held you close in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears. Just that simple action made you feel like you were on top of the world. You didn't worry as you laid on his chest, tracing small circles on it. He brought you comfort.