Memories: Tom Holland/Dylan O'brien x reader

11. real life

y/n pov

so today i'm going to get breakfast with tom. i'm kind of nervous... and i don't know why. i mean, i've had breakfast of lunch or dinner or just hang out with him a lot of times but i don't know... this feels different for some reason.

i really am excited tho, i really like tom and to be with him.

wait...

i really like tom..?

i do?

yes, i probably do.

probably?

no.

i don't like him...

do i love him?

of course i do.

do i love him as in more than friends?

probably..?

no, not probably.

i do.

oh my god...

i'm in love with tom holland.

it's not a bad thing though is it?

well, maybe it is.

i literally wrote a song about him if i think about it.

shit.

memories is about tom?

yes, it is.

oh wow.

why did i just realize this?

because i'm too oblivious.

does he even feel the same way?

no. no of course he doesn't.

am i going to tell him this?

WHAT? are you stupid? NO! of course i'm not going to tell him this!

would anyone know about this?

maybe. katherine maybe knows about it. even though i just found this out. but she knows me better then anyone so-

ding dong

shit! it's tom!

the doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts.

it's just tom, don't be nervous.

i went to open the door, and there he stood. holding a bouquet of lilac roses with a black dahlia in the middle.

my favorite flowers...

"hey." i said smiling at him. "you really didn't have to give me these, tom. but i love 'em."

"of course i did." he said in his adorable english accent. "the best for my best friend." he said smiling to me. my heart dropped. just like my smile did a little bit.

best friend.

"are you okay?" he said looking kind of concerned.

"yeah of course. i'm just going to put these in a vase and then we can go." i said smiling at him again. he returned the smile and i went to get a vase to put the flowers in.