𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

11

Toms POV:

I walked down after an hour or two to check up on Y/N and make sure she was okay, my lips quickly turned into a frown when I saw her sobbing on the table, it got me thinking that I did feel guilty for keeping her here but I know if I let her go she may never come back to and I couldn't let that happen because I need her more than anything.

"Y/N" I tried to talk in a soothing tone but her sobs were so loud that I had to speak up, "Y/N baby" It's been a while since I've used that word and it felt so good to say it and especially with her, "come upstairs you need to sleep" I sighed when I finished talking because I knew she wouldn't listen to me at the moment.

I walked over to the counter and her breathing was more calm than I had expected. I stroked her hair back to assure her that I wouldn't hurt her in any way, or so I would expect her to know that by now, I started to wrap my arms around her back then moving my other arm to wrap around her legs and carried her upstairs, it felt so nice to have her this close to me that I almost forgot that she fell asleep in my arms as she fisted my shirt and her lips were plumper than usual. The sight in front of me made me fall in love with her all over again.

I took her to my room and slightly nudged her shoulder to wake up her up, "hey" I cooed, she rolled over and hummed out for me to continue talking, "you've been wearing the same thing for a while, I have some clothes that might fit you" I said while stroking her soft hair.

She got up rubbing her bloodshot eyes from crying and instead of saying thank you or asking where the clothes were, she sped walk and took the clothes that I put out on the desk and slammed the door shut to the bathroom. I had planned to stay here longer but seeing that she was still mad, I figured it would be no point so I set up my bed for her when she would come back out to the room and I made my way downstairs to set up the couch for myself.

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Y/N POV:

I looked around the room to see that he was gone and I toppled right on the bed and fell asleep instantly. My hands were quick to react on my ears when I woke up to shouting and screaming that was coming from Tom and at first I thought he was on the phone or he was in a situation that he was mad that so I hesitated on going downstairs but later, it was obvious that he was having a nightmare.

And as I promised I did want to help him so I got out of the bed and made my way down the stairs, every step I took, I could hear him louder and it only frightened me more. I got in the living room and made my way to the couch that he was sleeping on, it would be clear to anyone's eyes that he was having a nightmare, he was sweating, twitching and he had tears running down his cheeks with his eyes shut matching his uneven breathing.

I lifted his head up and sat on the couch and then laid his head on my lap, "hey, hey its okay" I cooded rocking his head but he wouldn't stop so I got up to wet a towel and laid his head on my lap again with the wet towel on his forehead this time, besides the fact that he was having a nightmare right now, I could see his toned chest that was glistening with sweat.

"Tom it's okay it's just a dream" I said and dabbed the cloth on his head, "shhhh im here, I'm here" I said putting my hands in his hair, I dabbed the cloth on his chest to clean off anything and he woke up looking at my hand, he started tearing up and put his hands in his face  "shhh Thomas, you're okay, you're okay" I whispered to him and I saw him slowly let down his breathing, "why d-did this have to happen to me?" he bursted out crying again.

That sentence really got me thinking and confused because I would have no idea of what he was talking about, "I'm here" I repeated dabbing the cloth on his forehead and stroking his hair with my fingers, I felt his soft hairs running past my fingers and it seemed to sooth him down.

I got up a turned the AC on, much of being confused on why it was closed in the first place, I turned back to see him gone, "Thomas?" I called out and put down the remote, I walked out the living room into the kitchen to find him but I had no luck "Tom?", it was so dark that I had to use my hands to look around the house, I found a switch that led to the stairs and I made my way up incase he was upstairs.

I walked in his room and saw him shining with the moonlight, he was on a chair, in front of his desk full of his family pictures, I walked over and saw him crying lightly and I put my arm on his shoulder. I saw his both of his hands move up and hold up a picture of him and his family, the only people I recognized was him and Harry and they looked really young, they looked like they were about 10 or in the beginning of teenage years.

He looked down at the picture of his family who smiled as bright as the sun and I saw a teardrop of Thomas's fall down onto the picture, I scrunched my brows waiting for him to talk and I heard him sob when he slowly opened his mouth, "this, this is the la-last picture I have with my family before they passed away" he whispered, my eyes blurred up as I put my hand over my mouth, I saw him point at Harry and he smiled talking again, "he and I got lucky, we always did things together" he laughed for a moment out of sadness but I could tell he was really hurt by the situation, "thank god I have him in my life or else, who knows what would have happened to me." 

"I remember this day so clearly, we would always love to go near this lake and just be a family, the beautiful sun, the green trees me and my brother Sam would try to climb on because Harry was always scared to and we wanted to make him jealous" he let out another laugh that made me crack a smile, "never would I thought it was the last happy week I'd have with them, and never would I thought I would be left alone so early" he busted out in tears as he put the picture frame back on the table and I tried to calm him down by rubbing my hands up and down his shoulders.

This whole situation broke my heart as I realised that his nightmare was probably about his family's tragedy but I still didn't know how to happened and that only made more curious  he turned around in his chair and looked at me sharp and broken, like he wanted this thought to be gone, the next words that he let out made a single tear drop down my cheek in pain, "and that's why Y/N, I can't loose you."