Holland(+ Osterfield & Parker) Imagines

Not Alone✨//S. H.

Though Tom was a tad bit older than me, he has been my best friend for most of my life. Everyone expected us to be together for a while, they also suspected us to be liking each other; but that was never the case, not until everyone noticed how close I became with Tom's younger brother, Sam, who was the same age as me.

By now, it's been about a week and a half since Sam and I broke up. What happened? I honestly don't know, we just decided we were better off as friends, though it lasted half a year, only.

I felt sick, like, really sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. Tom ran into the bathroom and kneeled next to me, a worried look on his face.

He was staying with me for the week because my parents were out and to them, I needed company, considering I wasn't physically or mentally stable.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked.

"Let's see, I'm fucking throwing up, I'm sick, I'm weak both on the inside and the outside. Do you think I'm okay?" I said, then I threw up again.

He didn't say anything.

I went to the sink, rinsing my mouth with water and toothpaste, and I washed my face.

I sat down as I leaned against the wall and Tom moved closer to me.

"Please get out," I told him.

"Y/N-"

"Please?"

He sighed and got out of the bathroom then I slammed the door shut and locked it.

I took a pregnancy test.

When I looked at it, I broke down in tears and I sobbed.

"Y/N?" I heard Tom's voice from the other side of the door as he knocked on it.

I set the test by the sink and I flushed the toilet, then I washed my hands and went to the door.

"Hey, what's wr-"

Before he could finish, I suddenly hugged him and sobbed against his shirt.

He hugged me back and I guessed he saw the test by the sink, cause of his sudden reaction.

"Oh, God..."

We went to my bedroom and we sat on my bed.

"What do I even do? Tom, I'm not ready for this. I don't want a kid yet! I can't even take care of myself!"

"Look, everything will be fine. You'll get through this, alright? But I wanna ask you something..."

"What?" I said as I looked at him, my eyes red and puffy.

"Is it Sam's?"

"Do you even have to ask that? Tom, what the hell?"

"Answer the question."

"Yes..."

"Then I think you should tell him," he told me.

"How? He probably wouldn't wanna speak to me right now," I told him as I went under the covers.

"He's my brother, I know him. He'll talk to you."

I didn't say a word.

"Hey look, if anything happens, I'll still be here for you," he said. I felt his hand rubbing my back gently.

I got the upper half of my body out of the covers and I scooched over to him, resting my head on his lap as he stroked my hair.

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The day after that, I was dressed in a grey oversized hoodie, denim shorts, and red Converse sneakers.

Tom and I went to their house because he somehow managed to convince me to talk with Sam.

We went inside and Tom called for anyone, but only Harry came down.

"Mum and dad are out, Paddy's asleep, and nobody knows what the bloody hell Sam is doing in his room, considering he's been in there for the past week and a half," he told us.

"Listen, we need to talk to Sam," Tom told him.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Well, she does, I just have to be there for her if anything goes wrong."

"You okay?" Harry looked at me.

I didn't say anything, I just looked down.

After a bit, we went upstairs and to Sam's room.

Tom opened the door slightly.

"Sam?"

"Leave me alone, Tom."

"Look, we just need to talk to you-"

"About what? Nothing important. Now bye," he said as he got up from his bed and walked over to the door, probably to close it and lock it.

"I can assure you, this is important," Tom told him with a stern look on his face as he stopped the door from being shut.

"Tom, just tell him..." I whispered in a soft tone, my voice almost inaudible.

"It's better coming from you," he told me.

"I don't wanna s-speak..."

"Can you just get on with it?" Sam asked.

"Will you at least let us in?" Tom asked.

Sam let us in the room and closed the door behind him.

"Now, what is it?" he asked, leaning against his bedroom door.

"Two weeks ago," is all I said.

"What?" they both said, confused as they looked at me.

"Two weeks ago y-you slept with me."

"Please get to the point, I don't wanna hear this," Tom groaned.

"Sam, I-" I started to tear up.

"I'm pregnant, and I'm sure it's yours."

"What?" he asked as his eyes widened.

"I-I'm sorry..." I started to cry.

I pretty much broke down and Sam ran over to me and pulled me into his arms.

"Don't be, you won't be raising that little one alone, I promise," he told me.

"P-Promise?" I said, looking up at him.

"Well, friends don't lie," he said.

"But boyfriends do," Tom coughed out.

I turned and glared at him then I looked back at Sam.

"This one won't," I told him.

Well, he better not.