𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

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Y/N POV:

Not only was I silent for the touch of his warm skin on mine, but I was silent for his hands trailed down to my hips, slowly giving me kisses down my chin to my neck. I felt like all the air had been sucked out of me, the world had stopped before I had to blink, my body had been stuck in the same place with no movement for the past 10 minutes we've been up here.

I took it as a sign that I should make a move when his hand started lifting up my shirt from the bottom, with no permission from me, "sto-op" I whispered way to quite for him to hear, "stop" I said a little louder but I gained no reaction or response from him when his hands touched against the skin of my stomach, still pressing kisses onto my neck. 

I gained the courage to spit out the harsh words thats been eating me alive for the past 10 minutes "I SAID STOP GOD DAMMIT" his face immediately softens with a guilty look written all over it, he backed away with his hands pressed against his sides, "I'm so sorry, I didn't m-mean to hurt you Y/N" he said, the verge of tears threating to spill from his sad eyes. 

Unlike his, my face was written with confusion of how 10 seconds ago he was possessive, and now he has a look of sadness, his face dropped down to look at the floor and looked back up at me for not more than a second before the next words leave his pouting mouth, "uh I - um didn't mean to h-hurt you in any way, I'm just fucked up in the head and I'll leave now." 

Those were the last words that ringed into my ears before he skipped down the stairs and left the front doors to my house.

Fucked up in the head? 

I mean he was really bipolar in the moment which kind of explains it, I had surprised myself that now I feel guilty for calling him a freak.

No he deserves it.

No he doesn't, you hurt his feelings.

Different decisions were made up in my head, I hadn't realised I've been standing in the same place thinking and compromising about what had just happened until I felt myself drifting to sleep onto the comfy covers of my bed. 

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Toms POV:

As soon as the doors shut, I face palmed myself in disappointment , I got into my car with a rage of anger put towards the stupid actions I have caused, driving home I came to a stop, right then tears of anger were spilled mixed with shouts and rapidly banging my fist onto my steering wheel.

The ending of my angry fit was done with me storming into my house grabbing my phone to call the only person that I could talk to at the moment.

Which was Harry.

A few rings from the phone gave me anxiety, eager for him to answer.

"Hey man whats up?" I sighed in relief when I heard him pick up.

"Harry I'm going crazy I need you here now before I do anything I'll regret" thats all I said before I hung up, my hand raised up to run through my hair, Harry would be the only one to calm me down when I'd have a rage and I needed him here now. 

"GODDAMMIT YOU FREAK" her voice lingered and echoed around the room from every direction, I sat in the corner of my room with my hands covering my ears, eyes shut as tightly as it could be "it's all in your head, it's all in your head" I said to myself still waiting for Harry to come and help me out with the nonsense happening around me. 

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The door to my dark room opened up, with my hands still over my ears Harry frantically came over to me with his hands wrapped around my shoulder, "it's going to be fine, it's going to be okay"

Right there and then the tears had spilled, "SHE HATES ME HARRY I KEEP FUCKING THIS UP" I said shaking into my own tears, he looked at me with concern.

"Tom she doesn't hate you" 

"SHE HATES ME, SHE THINKS AND CALLED ME A FREAK AND, SHE DOESN'T REALIZE THAT I NEED HER" it was true as a fact she was like the medicine to my problems, she seemed to calm down all my nerves when I was around her.

I'm rocking myself back and forth with the breakdown that washed over me, the only thing keeping me calm is Harry's comfort of his "it's okay, she doesn't hate you" over and over again drifting me to sleep as soon as Harry walked me over to my bed.