𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

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Third person's POV:

Days turned into weeks, all he's been doing is staying away from her but still passing by her neighborhood only to see her curtains closed, desperately trying to go see her through the little window of her room, wanting to see her beautiful face light up every time she got home from school.

But he couldn't, she was obviously disgusted by him and she wouldn't want a freak to take pictures of her, he didn't want her to think of him as a freak, and most of all, he wanted her to forget about the situation so that he could go back to his same routine of admiring her without her realising.

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Toms POV:

I run my hands through my floppy hair in frustration going through the last pictures I took of her before she's started closing the blinds which has blocked me from seeing her. The only reason I haven't gone to see her is because I've wanted her to forget the situation, but it took longer than I expected and I'm going insane.

My only hope was to follow the steps of her daily routine, following her move, which would make me a stalker, I smiled to myself at the thought of seeing her again, I can't seem to forget the way she smiled down at me when I tripped, consider it one of the happiest day of my life.

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Third person's POV:

Parked near but far from the school carpark, Tom pulls up his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, waiting patiently to see her beaming face walk out the school gates, the energy ran through his veins and a toothy smile filled his face when he saw her walk out laughing to a joke her friend had made. But only for it to be replaced as his veins ran cold and his smile turned into a glare when the person that's been making her laugh was a guy. It only made him more pissed by the way they were looking at each other, he clenched his jaw and gripped onto the steering wheel as jealousy flooded him.

Anger raged when they smiled at each other, making each other laugh, the only thing stopping him from getting out of the car and harshly banging his head against the wall in a repeating motion, is the fact that he didn't want her to see that side of him, too bad she'd have to see it soon, he smirked at the thought of finally having her and doing whatever he'd desired.

He sped off to his house fiddling with the lock of his front door as quickly as possible before he raged, as soon as the doors opened, he clenched his fist at the thought of her being with another guy other than him. The rest of the day he spent his day coming up with a way to get her all to himself.

5:30pm

Tom takes his time to stand at her neighborhood, he's filled with joy and excitement when her windows and curtains were surprisingly opened for the cool breeze to pass in her room, this is the time he takes out his camera and takes more and more pictures of her dancing to music that wasn't clear to his ears.

Fiddling with the zipper of his jacket trying to zip it up, he looks up to see her staring right at him with the most unexplained look written across her face, she stopped the beat of her music and quickly ran down to confront him.

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Y/N POV:

My hands start to get sweaty and my throat burns as I manage to get some words out "What are you doing?", I instantly regret saying that and start shaking in my spot when he smirks letting out a chuckle and only this time my stalker is the one getting closer as I try to back away as far as possible.

"Don't get any fucking closer or I swear to god, I'll call the police!" I whispered in fright and backed into the front door of my house knowing I had no hope, he smiled down at me only making it more frightening.

I knew I had no escape when he grabbed my wrists tightly and harshly pulling me closer to the entrance of my own house.

I tried to kick him and cried for help but received nothing when we both entered the house, being dragged by his grasp. He pinned my hands above my head against the wall and I struggled to get out his grasp with pleads and cries thinking of all the things that could happen in a matter of time, "What good timing for your parents not to be home, Y/N" his warm breath hit my ear giving me chills, making me cry out more, "LE-ET ME GO IM NOT PLAYING WITH YOU" I screamed shaking struggling to get out his grasp.

He smirked once again tilting his head getting closer to my ear whispering "Easy tiger, the game has just started".

The crown of my head ached at the thought that his psychotic self wouldn't be leaving me alone any time soon.