𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

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Third Person's POV:

Tom didn't know, he had no idea that the girl he loves is in his own brothers room right now, passed out for almost 17 hours because of his own brother's twisted mind he so thought he could trust.

He had no clue his own brother would do anything to her, after he knew Tom was madly head over heels for her, Harry still proceeded to do what he thought was best.

Rubbing his own tired eyes, Tom got up to the voice of muffled screams, muffled yells and pleads of a girl, the familiar voice rung through his ear as he quickly sprinted to the room the screaming were echoing from.

He thought he was paranoid because of how much her words would replay in his head at the most random time, but his thoughts were washed away when he saw Harry leaning against the edge of the bed holding her down, gripping onto her mouth as she tried to scream, she wanted it to all be over.

Toms eyes threatened to spill tears as he saw her in pain, not even less than five seconds, he pushed Harry off harshly, making sure she was okay. At this point she was confused, she was confused on why there were two and she was confused on why this was all was happening to her.

Tom tried to hold Y/N in his arms in a comforting gesture, but all she did was try to push him away, she stumbled back falling off of the bed. She had no reaction what so ever "pl-lease don't touch me, any of you j-just leave me alone" her voice cracked.

Toms heart broke when he realised that she didn't see him as innocent. His sadness washed away and his blood boiled with anger as he approached Harry, with slow and steady steps Tom clenched his jaw to calm himself down.

He couldn't beat his own brother up, he wouldn't, he wasnt like that "Harry get out" he whisper yelled in disappointment, "THOMAS I'M TRYING TO HELP, SHE'S NO USE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?!" Harry's yells didn't do any justice.

Tom just kept his head hung low as he listened to the bitter words of his own brother, "I trust you, I understand, but please get out, you don't understand any of this" he said with his eyes not leaving the floor, Tom tried his best not to yell at his brother while saying that because he didn't want to scare Y/N away.

This whole time this incident had happened   Y/N watched in the corner of the room not knowing what to do, when the scene was over, she looked up to see him staring at her, she quickly looked back down.

"Y/N, please look at me" he said desperately, her eyes never left the sight of her hands fiddling, he got closer and put his index finger under her chin to lift her head up, she didn't hesitate to look up at his eyes.

"I don't k-know who you are, hell I don't ev-ven kno-"

"I know, I'm sorry please let me explain" Tom tried to get her to listen.

"There's no explanation needed" she said getting up, "I'm not letting you go" he said getting up right after her and hovering over her, "not after what you've seen" he caressed her cheek but she turned away in disgust.

She didn't know what type of feelings he had for her, "please let me explain" he pleaded.

Right as he said that, a thought popped into her head and she nodded eagerly for him to start taking "listen, I d--" Tom turned around for a split second to fix up the light and as soon as he turned his back she started to make a run for the door.

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Y/N POV:

The breeze rushed past me when I ran past the door, I made a sprint to the front door of the house and I successfully made it out.

I slowly walked around the back of the house in case he came out he wouldn't have thought I'd gone backwards. I stood by the wall of the house not daring to move as I heard his loud breathing and him walking down the wooden steps, "FUCKING HELL" he whisper-screamed so that he wouldn't wake up his neighbours this late at night.

I successfully made it when the front door shut from his own house, now I had trouble finding my way home, I wouldn't be surprised if my parents weren't looking for me, they would always be at the hospital working late night shifts and I would always be in my room, not much communication was made.

As much as I appreciate all the hard work they do for me, I'd wish for us to be closer. It took me about an hour and a half to find my way back to my home and when I did I just broke down on the porch of my steps, tears spilled out from how tired I was and how bad I just needed to relax with no stress right now.

Apparently my cries were so loud that I saw one of my neighbours walk out in a robe rubbing his wrinkly eyes, I quickly got up and swiped my tears away, "what's wrong hun, it's 5 in the morning and you're out in the freezing cold" his husky old voice managed to say without stuttering.

I scrambled up words to say, "so-orry for waking you up" I choked out without freezing to death.

"Hey sweet it's no problem, I came to check up on you, is this your house?" he asked in a reassuring tone, "yeah but my-my parents are at a really late shift and I dont have my keys" He rested his prickly fingers on my back, "you could stay over? Don't worry , I have a wife and a daughter about the same age as you, you could come in and maybe talk to her about it?" he tiredly smiled at me.

I didn't hesitate to start walking to his house because of all the stress I've been through and all the shit thats happened in the last few days were worse than me going into a kind man's home.

When I got in, I was hit with warmth of the house and the light smell of vanilla and comfort that screamed home to me, I'm guessing the daughter turned around and both of us were in shock and wide-eyed with our mouths agape.

"Savannah?"

"Y/N?"