Verified | Tom Holland

The Final Chapter

"Get in babe," Maggie yelled from her car, "we're going to school!"

y/n Holland was having a horrible day.

She had woken up with a terrible headache, and could not figure out how to get out of bed for half an hour. Not to mention, she was also stuck with the horrible feeling from yesterday at the coffee shop.

"I'm coming, relax," she groaned, popping open the car door and climbing in, "thanks for driving me Mags."

"Anytime."

It didn't take them long to get to MIT's campus, it's giant building towering over them. The two of them scrambled through the courtyard, rushing to get to their class. since y/n had taken a little longer to get herself ready, they were a few minutes away from getting a tardy. 

"where the funk were you guys?" Leo asked, watching them slide in through the door way.

"Don't push it," Maggie said, "she's not feeling good."

"y/n, you okay?" Will asked, leaning over his desk, "I have some Advil in my bag."

"I'm not sick," the girl explained, " I just have the sickening burden of guilt weighing me down."

"Guilt?"

"I said don't push it," Maggie scolded, "now shut up before Lawton yells at us for talking."

As the bell rang for the first class, y/n slammed her head on the desk. Not on purpose, just because she felt like it.

The door swung open, and Lawton, the strict TEE teacher, walked in, but y/n wasn't paying attention to whatever was coming out of her mouth. 

"Using the cost distance grid, the least costpath is determined, based on yourassumptions," the teacher said, " Determines the minimum cumulative costfrom traveling from the start-"

Everyone was praying for a divine intervention, especially since Lawton seemed to talk slower than usual. 

And a divine intervention is what they got.

"Y/N FUNKIN HOLLAND," a voice screamed out from outside of the classroom, "YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD-"

it stopped suddenly.

"this is the wrong room," the voice announced, followed by the shutting of a door.

A mild chatter started to erupt among the class, and y/n sat up in confusion. Leo, Maggie, and Will were staring at her in disbelief, no one having any clue what was going on. Lawton started muttering annoyed phrases as the disruption to her classroom. 

Then the door swung open.

"Y/N HOLLAND!" a man yelled, storming into the room.

She locked eyes with the brown-haired boy, her face flushing as soon as she saw who it was. How could she forget those coffee-colored eyes, and the slight curl of the top of his hair?

Two men followed in after him, obviously tired of the boy's screaming and incapability to find the right room.

Except it was RDJ and Chris Hemsworth.

The entire class started pulling out their phones, and yelling words of affection and awe at the three celebrities. y/n was frozen to her seat, unable to break the eye-contact she had with Tom.

"You thought you could stand me up?" The boy continued, a smirk creased upon his lips, "and get away with it?"

"Alright, enough with this nonsense" Lawton snapped, waving the three men out of the room, "I'm trying to teach a class here."

"Ma'am," Tom scrambled, "just a minute, please."

"Absolutely not, my students are trying to learn."

"I'll donate the school a projector for this class," RDJ stepped in, pointing at the whiteboard, "if you just give the boy a moment."

The professor seemed taken aback by the offer, and shut her mouth. Tom resumed his position in front of the girl, trying not to get down on one knee. it seemed appropriate, but also not at the same time.

"y/n, I don't know why didn't show up yesterday," the boy said, "but I wanted to tell you this."

"I actually d-did come," the girl said nervously, unsure what the hell was going on, "I just didn't feel like it would make any difference if I left."

"How the funk would it not make a difference? I waited an hour for you, because I wanted you to know my true intentions."

The girl was frozen to her chair, her expression blank. As everyone else let out whoops and cheers, Tom cleared his throat and began to speak.

"I know that we met in the strangest way," he said, "but getting to know you over the past few weeks, I've started to realize that what we have is more than just a business chat, or just a temporary agreement about my account. And as soon as we were able to call each other friends, I knew I wanted something more than that."

The room became silent, every student (and Lawton) listening in to every word.

"I was just so stupid, I couldn't tell you the truth about what I was feeling," the boy continued, " and when you didn't show up I thought you didn't care. So I'm here, asking you, if you feel the same way about me."

Another pause.

"Because I really like you," Tom said softly, "and I'm hoping you like me back."

Y/n's face was blank, staring straight back at the boy in front of her. She didn't open her mouth to speak, but just sat there, staring.

"y/n?" tom asked.

She still didn't say anything.

"Right," he mumbled, "sorry."

As he got back up, he nodded to RDJ and Hemsworth, heading towards the door. Besides the embarrassment of being rejected, his soul was crushed more that the girl he had began to fall for hadn't fallen for him back.

"Jesus, Tom," a voice called out from behind him.

He swung around, to see y/n standing up from her chair. A smile had escaped from her lips, and she crossed her arms sassily. 

"Give a girl a minute to freak out, will you?" she teased.

"Oh, you're funking mental," the boy laughed, running over to her, "I hate you so much."

He wrapped her up into a big hug, squeezing her tightly. Cheers rang out from all over the classrooms, people shouting and clapping, and even Mrs. Lawton looked amused.

"Love you too, tom," y/n grinned.

"You do, eh?"

"Now don't get all cocky on me."

"Love you too, y/n Holland."