𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

8

Toms POV:

It's been a few days and I'm loosing my mind from not having her presence near me.

I've tried finding her after school.

I've tried checking her windows.

Hell, I've tried tracking her down.

Guess she is smart enough to hide away from me, that's my girl. I sat on my couch, watching my show in the darkness until I heard a door open. Harry walks in with his back facing me and slowly turns around, with her. She was held by his arms and then he let her go, resulting her being pushed harshly on the floor, not knowing what to do.

— Earlier that day —

Y/N POV:

A few nights had passed by, and if I say so myself, they were very paranoid nights. I've been at Sav's and I couldn't be more grateful, but I've been paranoid and anxious for majority of the time, I'd make sure all the windows and doors were closed in her house because of her safety and mine too.

Occasionally I would wake up in the middle of the night just to make sure there was no one in the house, although I'm here because Savannah wants to protect me, I would do anything to protect them.

I walked down the wooden steps to get a glass of water from the long night and right when I reached the kitchen door I was immediately knocked out onto the cold marble floor from something that had hit my head. Which instantly made me slowly black out.

———

The sound of shuffling and boots scraping against the wet concrete woke me up in an amount of seconds then realising I was being carried. 

I didn't move, I didn't speak, I didn't think, I didn't want to do any of it, all I did was put my head in my hands knowing I was gone again. I was being carried back to the same familiar house, Toms house. I could see that his brother that was carrying me, and was more than surprised that I was in no way shape or form fighting against him to let me go. I knew for sure that if I stayed calm and played it off, it would be much easier to escape.

Although I wasn't screaming physically, my mind was mentally screaming in all types of ways, I squeezed my eyes shut as we walked closer up to the steps, I decided it would finally be time to speak up to this brother of my so called stalker.

"You're sick, absolutely disgusting" I whispered lightly with no emotion lacing through my voice, no trace of emotion could be spotted on my face, just pure venom.

He lifted a brow up with a smirk and walked in like nothing had happened, acting as if he did nothing wrong. I was greeted with a push to the ground and in front me stood Tom, behind me stood the other one, I was face flat and I slowly sat up on the floor.

"Harry how the fu-" he spoke up but he couldn't finish his sentence when he heard me giggle. I'm guessing Harry looked down at me and furrowed his brows, "what's so funny huh?" right when he said that I looked at Tom and pointed at him with my index finger almost a taughting way of shame.

"You were supposed to be the one to find me, such a shame that you're brother had to bring me to you" I smirked showing off that I was no longer scared of him, I've been through all the cards, there was no time to be scared, if I wanted out, I could in no way be scared, I was here to win. 

Tom bent down grabbing the collar of my shirt harshly, clenching his jaw. He looked me dead in the eyes  "no matter how you get here princess, whether it's him or me, I will be there to show you that you cannot talk to me like this, because you have no idea how much power I have over you" he said through gritted teeth, "you have NO IDEA"  I laughed darkly then quickly changed my mood into a stone cold glare, before anything else could happen, I spit on the hand that was holding my shirt.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to think that you own me" I said looking at him disgusted, but instead of getting a reply I went on to look at Harry, "a-and you, YOU, you must be really fucking miserable to be dragging me across floors just to get me to your brother" I smirked knowing I found a way to push his buttons.

I was greeted by a growl that left his lips. The only reason I did this is because I knew that Tom wouldn't do shit, he would not do one move to hurt me because as soon as he would, he would fucking know that I would be gone in a matter of seconds, unlike Tom though, speaking for himself, Harry clenched his fist, flaring his nostrils and walked up to me, he pushed Tom off so he could get at me.

His eyes were bloodshot as he took my throat in his hands and held me down on the floor, "I FUCKING DARE YOU TO SAY ONE MORE THING" he said tightening his grip around my throat "I DARE YOU."

I was emotionless, I closed my eyes for a split second and opened it back to look at his face, "you won't do shit Harry" I said.

His grip was so hard that I was dozing off, all I could see was spots of stars covering my vision  "I TOLD YOU I WOULDN'T HESITATE" he said with his hands tighter on me than it could ever be. At this point, it didn't matter if Harry was off of me or not and it's was no use Tom pushed Harry off of my weak and shaking body, I shut my eyes tight as Tom and Harry were beating each other up and my mind went blank.