Brows knitting in confusion, Tom stared at the blank piece of paper on his hand. He looked back at envelope and back at paper again.
Tom
His name was written with cursive hand writing. His heart sped up, mind racing.
Paddy called out from the hallway to his room asking him to help with something, taking him out of his reverie. “Yeah, give me a sec.”
He stashed the paper back to the envelope and placed it on his desk, looking back at it once before leaving his room. He passed by the living room and found Harry laid out on the couch, watching TV with difficulties, Tessa sat on his face. He placed her on his stomach, and she kept licking his face.
“Where’s Paddy?”
“Outside,” he rubbed Tessa’s stomach.
Tom turned his head to the disregarded TV where a familiar voice spoke. He looked to see Daniel Craig on the screen, sitting on the passenger seat of the car - earphones on, oblivious to the ambulance behind him. He remembered seeing the movie last year with Y/N, laughing at that scene. “That’s Y/N’s favorite movie.”
Harry rolled his eyes and muttered, “Whipped.”
Paddy’s loud voice called him out again. He went to the back door. “What’d you help with?”
Paddy held up a lighter.
“What are you doing with a lighter?” Tom asked.
“I wanted to burn my school homework.” He shrugged. “I’m scared of using the lighter. It could burn my hand.”
Tom took the lighter to his hands. “Why didn’t you ask Harry? He was sitting on the couch.”
“He took my Snickers. I’m not talking to him.”
Tom laughed at his brother’s antics. “What if you still need your homework though?”
“Nope. The world is ending. Homework is the last thing I need.”
“Don’t blame me on this if you still need it.”
“I won’t.” Tom took a paper and lit the lighter. He watched as the paper caught the flames, and casted it on to the pile of papers on the pavement.
“Wow that feels good.” His brother’s eyes glazed in amazement. “I feel like burning the world now.”
“Getting worried for you there, buddy,” he ruffled his brother’s hair, chuckling. “But maybe learn to light a lighter on your own first, I guess.”
Paddy ignored him. “So are you and Y/N still together?”
“What?” He whipped his head to his young brother. “No were not together together. I mean ...”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know? She likes someone else?” His stomach twisted at the thought. His brother raised his eyebrows. “She likes this … Chris Evans guy - I don’t know!”
His mind drifted off to the time she confessed her undying love for the actor that time they watched his film, Knives Out last year. She was buzzing with excitement, even when they stepped out of the theater. Always ranting about how good it was, and how clever it was laid out. When she asked him what part he liked most, he said the ending.
And then suddenly, it hit him like a bus. A literal light bulb appeared on his head. The pieces of a puzzle, it was all connecting together.
The blank letter, wasn’t blank.
“Paddy, you’re a genius.” Tom bolted towards the house.
“You’re welcome?” Paddy shouted in confusion.
With the lighter on his hands, he reached his room. His heart beating rapidly in chest. Excitement meshed with anxiety raging through him.
He grabbed the envelope on his desk, flinging it to the side and held the edge blank paper on with hands. He only hoped it would work. He flicked the lighter on and swished it underneath the paper, careful not to have it too close to burn it.
Faint words written in neat, small cursive started to appear.
He knew only one person with such lovely handwriting.
So
You must’ve remembered something about me and my love for mystery movies because here we are. Gotta keep it short. I don’t know how you’ll react act after reading this but the world’s ending so what the hell.
These memories we’ve spent, Tom; the laughs, and the inside jokes, they’re all priceless. I never gave them a thought, until that one day. You were just smiling at your dog ... and then I went into cardiac arrest. I just melted. (Cliché and cringey I know)
You are a great friend. My absolute best friend. And if you ever consider me, too, then that’s why I thought we can never be more than that. Because, you, my friend, are one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. They say take the risks or lose the chance, but this one was the risk I was not yet willing to make. To lose you for silly emotions is worse than catching a cold; because a cold will eventually get better, but our friendship would never be the same if you don’t feel the same.
You understand me and my thoughts. I understand you even without words. We fit, like hands clasped together. Take the chance and lose all of this?
That’s what I was thinking all those times.
Then I saw that one episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Meredith Grey spoke to me. She said,
“So, do it. Decide.
Is this the life you want to live?
Is this the person you want to love?
Is this the best you can be?
Can you be stronger? Kinder?
More compassionate? Decide.
Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.”
So I did. And I decided, this is what I choose. You. You’re my best friend, my light, and everything else. I don’t care about the consequences of our friendship anymore.
To put it simply: Hi, you are my person.
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Tom Holland Imagines
Fanfictionjust another set of tom holland x reader imagines _ originally posted on tumblr