𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

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Toms POV:

Her hands ran down her Y/H/C hair out of frustration. I've managed to take more and more pictures every time, and they always end up as beautiful as her.

I stood outside beneath her window, camera to my eye watching her study and capturing the right moments of her beauty. Every minute, of every second that goes by, I ace for her, I need her.

Time flies by and I'm still down there, only now watching her, protecting her somehow, wishing I was up there with her.

10:48pm I read on my phone and I started walking home and scanning through the pictures of her on the camera.

Smiling down at them I trip over a log near by her house and drop my camera.

"FUCK" I groaned out in pain looking at the cut above my knee I looked up at her window to see her look down at me with confusion plastered on her face and she quickly got of her bed.

"Shit" I mumble when she opened her front door. My entire body felt like fire when she jogged closer to me, every step she took made my body tingle. She reached my paining body and crouched down "Are you okay? How did this happen?" her soft angelic voice rang through my ears.

"I um I-" stuttering to myself, fuck I'm stupid.

"Stay here, I'll be back now okay?" she faintly smiled.

I nodded and tried to look for my camera, the only light that shone was a little porch light, a few street lights further down the road and the moon, I looked around hoping I'd find the small black camera but I had no luck, my head turned in a swift motion when the door opened and she came back with stuff.

"So, what brings you here?" she said and dabbed the cloth onto the huge cut, I hissed in pain and threw my head back slightly.

My heart was beating so fast as I tried to think of an answer, "I was uh at a friend's house" I said almost calmly.

"mhm just a few more seconds and you're okay" she said smiling then rapping the huge bandage of cloth over my burning cut.

"Thank you" I whispered mumbling and looking down, probably blushing, "No worries, I guess I'll see you soon?" She said in her sweet voice and walked back, I scrunched my eyebrows when I saw her crouch down and pick something up, her face went pale when the screen showed a picture of her.

I got wide eyed when she scanned through the pictures only to see herself, with her other hand covering her mouth as she looked up at me. I tried to walk over to her but my body was filled with pain. She took the camera and jogged to her house.

"WAIT, PLEASE I CAN EXPLAIN" I put my hand up and tried to get up, only to filled with a huge pain on my leg.

"W-What is this? Why would you do this?" she whisper-shouted at me as she froze in her place from a far distance.

"I um- please just give back my camera" I pleadingly said, "absolutely fucking disgusting" All she gave back was a sympathetic but angry look and dropped my camera onto my lap with a large force running back to her house.

"Fucking psycho" I heard her mumble then shut the door closing her bedroom curtains.

My head fell down at shame realizing I had ruined everything for us.

I was filled with pain and guilt realising I've been doing this for a while and now she probably thinks I'm a freak.

"Ugh why would you do that" whispering to myself, shaking my head. I called a taxi home and sat on the middle of her neighborhood waiting like an idiot.

The taxi driver got out and looked at me with a frown at my pained appearance. He then helped me up "What the fuck happened man?" he said and helped me into the car then walked by to his door and sat down.

"I think I just lost what was most important to me"