𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 | Tom Holland

15

Y/N POV:

"Please dont let me go" he pleaded and I could almost see his eyes going glossy, "Thomas I don't think you understand that I have a family, I have friends, I have a life for fucks sake!" I tried knocking sense into his head.

"All of these days, all of the doors have been unlocked and you had your chances, but you never did anything though, did you?" He looked into my eyes and grabbed both of my hands in his, "you wanna know why?" I hummed out to make his keep talking.

He leaned into my ear whispering out these words that sent shivers down my spine, "because, you're falling for me" he smirked as I pushed him away from me, "what the fuck Tom!" I scrunched my brows in disgust, not expecting him to say something like that. "I'm done playing the nice guy, I don't care what you think, you listen to what I say and that's that" his veins were popping out of his neck as he said those words through gritted teeth.

I had the intentions that he was bipolar but from what happened right now, it just proved my point that he is bipolar. He had locked all the doors too fast and now I was starting to regret telling him that I'd be here for him, "Tom, don't do this" I pleaded, "come here" his arms were crossed and I felt fear race through my body at the thoughts swarming around my head, I walked over the kitchen stools and took a seat, gulping in anxiousness of what I thought would happen next, he sat on the seat in front of me and had his fists tied together under his head.

His intense glare started making me uncomfortable as I tried to look at anything but him, I pursed my lips together as I traveled my eyes to take a small glance at him, and yet again he still had his piercing eyes at me, but this time I could see his jaw clench and his knuckles turning white "Thom-" I started, wanting to know what was going on but instead of an answer, his actions were completely and utterly terrifying.

"FUCK!" he screamed out throwing his fist at the table, he got up with no other word or reason, I sat there frozen, alone in a dark kitchen with all my thoughts running through my mind.

What the fuck just happened..?

The front door opened and I felt my heart race at the footsteps of Harry, Harry Holland. He kicked his shoes off with no emotion crossing his face, I hid in the cracks of the kitchen door but he soon looked up to make eye-contact, I looked away backing up but he only opened the door to smile at me. There was nothing but confusion racing across me when he started to laugh.

It wasn't a creepy laugh, it was more of a 'what the fuck' kind of laugh, I couldn't laugh but starting to chuckle and a while after that we both fell into a deep fit of laughter, it all happened so fast that I forgot everything that he's done.

"Y-you should've seen your fa-face" he said between laughter holding his stomach, I felt the tears of form in my eyes as I laughed even harder, we both started to calm down from the fit and he started talking again "what are you even doing?" His face slowly turned into a frown when he realised I was hiding because of him.

"I uh I'm sor-" I wanted to start to apologize but he cut me off, "no, I understand, I would be scared of myself after that incident too but I just want you to know that I'm better now and believe it or not I mean no harm" he looked down not daring to look up. My heart fluttered in guilt and nerves when he looked me in the eye.

"Hey, why don't we start fresh yeah?" he stuck his hand out for me to shake and I looked at it putting my hand in his, "I'm Harry" he grinned with his teeth shining adorably, "I'm Y/N annnd you already know that" I chuckled.

"Well duh? But we're 'starting fresh' " he said holding his hands up to quote the words starting fresh.

"Where's Tom?" He broke the silence and my smile fell from my face, "he's um" I started but he seems to finish the sentence, "he's mad isn't he?" he cocked a brow up knowing he's right, "yep" I popped the p in the word.

He ran his hand through his hair walking towards the couch, I followed having nothing better to do. I found an interest in Harry, not as much as Thomas because he was one hell of a confusing person but Harry intrigued me in a different way, "what's with the staring?" he crossed his arms in confidence with his slight smirk plastered on his face.

"Don't feel too pretty" I chucked out crossing my arms almost imitating him, I got up but immediately broke down crying starting to remember my normal state and life, my hands were covering my face as I sunk down into the couch, Harry rushed to me putting an arm around me, "shhh Y/N it's okay" he cooed in my ear trying to calm me down.

"It's not okay, do you know how many anxiety attacks I've had and I've had to deal with all of this by myself" I whispered not knowing why I'm telling him everything, "you have Tom" he tried to encourage me but it only fueled me with anger.

"Thomas is the reason I'm like this, such bullshit that you want to tell me that he's here for me" I spat out not knowing that it sounded so bitchy but I calmed down when I saw that Harry grew dead silent.

"Does that make any sense to you?! I don't even know this guy, I don't even know you and I have to act like I'm okay" I huffed out the last words not wanting to talk anymore, Harry felt bad for me and you could tell from miles away I was starting to feel pathetic as the seconds passed, I couldn't just sit here talking to a random stranger or must I say the brother of my stalker, "just forget it" I choked out wanting nothing more than running away right now.

As I got up to get away from this situation as soon as possible I saw Tom frozen in his place with his head hung low jaw clenched and his nose bright red, at the moment I knew that he heard everything that has been going on. I would normally feel bad but I walked past him muttering out the crushing words that made him put his head in his hands.

"Fuck you Thomas."