Tom Holland Imagines

the lockdown letter part 1

To study in another country thousands of miles away from home is a big decision to make. But Y/N new the moment she graduated from high school, she just had to go somewhere else have an adventure; somewhere, anywhere. So she found enrolled at Imperial College in London, England; thousands and thousands of miles away from home. Off to see the world. That was two years ago.

Now her life couldn't be better: great grades, awesome friends - the whole deal. Until the day her mother got really sick, prompting her to return back home to Washington. That was the least she could do. Y/N and her family were never really close. They were busy with work, and as she grew older she understood it, accepted it and moved on. Keeping mostly to herself; she still respected them.

She caught a flight to Washington days before the mandatory quarantine. Before she left, she sent a letter to her best friend, Tom through the mail. She thought it was the only way to let it out. To let him know of the things she couldn't say.

It was a two-way door. One way, she'd have let out her feelings to him, if he realized what the letter was or how it works. And the other way, she has let out her feelings to him but he'd never know it then because he didn't realize what the paper really was; he could have thrown it away after seeing it.

Back at that moment she made it, she thought it was a win-win either way.

Because crushing on your best friend? Bad idea.

He might not like her back, so what then? She didn't care though, there was a virus outbreak. What's the worst that could happen?

A few days later from landing back to America, she ignored the hot, burning tears that spilled down her cheeks when she saw her mother lying on that bed with tubes all over her hands that attached her to machines. She came to visit the hospital earlier, but was advised to not have any more visits to the due to the virus outbreak. Everyone was quarantined and was social distancing.

Her heart ached and felt dullness creeping into her skin when she arrived back on their old house. But she didn't let the lonely sense of nostalgia get to her when she walked into house too big for a fifteen-year-old to have been left alone. Her dad sat on the dining table, hands buried on his face. He looked up at her, eyes red and puffy, lips pulled down.

If it were any more possible, her broken heart just got shattered again to pieces. Without words, she reached to hug him. Her father held her tightly, as if she was the only thing holding him up from drowning in despair.

"I'm so sorry," her father let out a sob. She stayed within his embrace, feeling the comfort and security no other man could give her than in her father's arms.

She looked on the brighter side; like she always did. She thought, with the whole city on lockdown, they could spend time together and have those father-daughter bonding moments they missed out all those years ago.

"Dad," she wiped the tears in her eyes and breathed. "We have a lot to catch up on."

Her father let out a little laugh amidst the situation in hand.

Three weeks later, thousands of miles away, Sam Holland went through their mailbox. He rummaged through unattended posters and flyers, and took his yellow package envelope of he order online. A plain white envelope, with the word 'Tom' written on the side of the envelope's flap fell on the ground.

(It crossed Y/N's mind how creepy that must have been but ultimately ignored it.)

Sam picked it up and went inside the house, running to his room. He stopped by Tom's room and slipped the envelope on the first thing he saw without that much thought. One of the notebooks on his cluttered desk, it looked like it hadn't been touched for decades. Sam yelled about him getting mail, but Tom was busy cooking in the kitchen to hear him.