Always, Yours

5 - Sealed With a Kiss

warnings: kissing

***

Tom brushed a tear from his face as he picked up the piece of paper the both of you signed when you were 16. You kept it, after all this time, you kept it, this stupid contract the both of you made one day when you felt like nothing was going right, like you would spend the rest of your life alone. It was a silly pact but Tom came up with it because in the back of his mind, no matter how unlikely it felt that you would ever follow through with it, it was what helped him through some of the worst days of his life. It was what was going to help him now.

We, Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N hereby swear each other to this secret pact.

If neither of us are married by the age of 27, an age agreed that is suitable for marriage and children, we will get married.

Tom looks down at the list of reasons the two of you gave, so arbitrary he doesn't know how he didn't see it sooner. How he didn't see that you were completely enraptured with him as he was with you.

He was such an idiot that day too, pushing down the thought that you felt the same way because he had no idea how deep your love for him was.

***

16 years old

"I dunno Tom, I just feel like I'm gonna be alone forever," you whined, sitting down next to Tom on the train tracks.

"Why?" Tom asked, brushing aside one of the bugs crawling along the wood.

"Because, you know, no guy has even looked at me twice since Harrison and I don't know how to even approach them, god, I feel like such a loser," you sighed.

"Hey," Tom nudged your shoulder, "if it makes you feel any better, I go to an all boys school, so no girls in sight, and even if I did go to your school, I doubt girls would be into me."

You rolled your eyes at Tom's pity party, the best way he knew how to cheer you up was to put himself down. However, he didn't understand that whenever he put himself down, it always left a sour taste in your mouth.

"Besides! We're sixteen, we've got a lifetime to figure it out. What brought these thoughts to the forefront of your mind?" Tom poked your forehead, making you laugh.

Even just spending a few moments with him already had you feeling lighter.

"In class today we were learning about health insurance policies, did you know it's cheaper to be married? Like, married people pay less for healthcare than single people! That's not fair! I mean, you have two incomes instead of one, why should they have to pay less when someone who's alone will pay more?" You huffed out a sigh.

"Okay," Tom said, nonchalantly, rummaging around in his backpack.

"Okay? Okay?! Is that all you can say to my midlife crisis?" You groaned, feeling like Tom was completely missing the point.

"First of all," Tom rolled his eyes, pulling out his notebook, "you're not old enough to be going through a midlife crisis, but, if you're seriously going to be worried about this, then let's make a contract."

"A contract?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he handed you your favorite pen of his, a light blue gel pen.

"Right, if we're both not married by the ripe old midlife crisis age of 27, then we'll get married to each other."

You looked at Tom skeptically, the thought of getting married to him making your heart skip a beat. You've always dreamed of getting married to Tom, of growing old with him. You just didn't picture him practically proposing to you like this.