Tom Holland is a Liar: T.H x Reader

Chapter 4

My ex boyfriend's in my car, my ex boyfriend's in my car! I said the phrase in my head so many times the words started to sound foreign. Like a trauma patient I repeated the words over and over in my head trying best not to freak out. My ex boyfriend is in my car.

Tom was wet and dirty, the coffee did him no good and now my whole car smells of beans and coffee grounds. His shirt soaked and a wet spot the size of puddle laid drenching his trousers. Yet still he never cared, he didn't even bat an eye at the stares people sent his way when they saw what a mess he was or the judgement I'm sure passed between whispers-he didn't even pretend to care.

The two of us drove in silence, he was usually the driver but I wouldn't dare let him behind my wheel. I didn't even want him anywhere near my car, I knew that once he left I'd smell him for weeks every time I'd decide to take a drive and I knew it would sting to remember him every single time. But here was, he was really here....in my car...next to me.

I wanted to speak, I had so many questions but I constantly bit my tongue to stop myself. I was so afraid of him and I knew he could tell. Like poison I'd look over to him and see how comfortable he was, how easy he felt. I didn't understand how intense I was for him and he thought of me as nothing to impress. I wanted him to be nervous, I wanted him to be scared.

He hummed, so comfortably and so lazily like pouring alcohol over a wound. He was so easy and I was so hard.

"Your car have no radio then?" he asks almost snaringly.

I only shook my head at his question unable to speak the words in my head. My voice was gone and I couldn't find it.

"Where you taking me?" he asks.

I answer quickly and as confident as I could muster,"home."

I catch him smile out of the corner of my eye and my mind couldn't refrain from thinking up many thoughts about that smile, sweet thoughts. Sweet memories of him.

"My home or yours?" he asks once more, he never stops. I desperately wanted him to stop talking, I couldn't shake my nerves. My knees weak and rattling, up and down, up and down bobbing out of fright.

I huff,"yours!"

He eyed me closely, seductively. I wanted him. I really wanted him and I hated myself for it. I hated how badly I wanted him even after he lied, even after he did everything in that moment I didn't seem to care. When he looked at me all I wanted was to stop the car so that he'd kiss me again.

My face went red and pink and every shade in between flushing in embarrassment. I didn't want him to even look at me and I couldn't stand him in my car. He made me look foolish and stupid I hated how stupid he made me look.

"Calm down sweetheart," he says in low voice, hot all I could think was hot. I almost yelled in frustration, how can he do this to me?

I tried best to be cold,"don't call me that."

"Darling then?" He snickers. I did want him to call me darling, I pictured him calling me darling every night-how badly I wanted him back despite how much I couldn't stand even his breath.

"You know my name Tom," I reply doing what I could to assert myself.

"Y/n's too boring, let me call you something else," he says, he's touching me now. His hands cupping my thigh to stop me from tapping my foot. He kept his hand there, I was waiting for him to move it but he didn't and I internally praised him for that. I shouldn't have but he's just....I couldn't explain it. He's a cheater. He's a liar. He's an asshole.

He was ruining me, I could feel myself start to cry. But I tried best to keep my tears in. How could he do this to me?

"Stop it Tom," I whisper I knew if I spoke any louder I'd burst. Out of embarrassment, fear, sadness I didn't even know what's gotten into me.

He moves his hand back to his lap."Sorry Darling."

Fuck Tom.

Once we had finally got to his house I stayed in the car to drop him off. We stayed parked on his driveway, it felt weird being back at his house. I haven't been in ages. I'm sure his family's already forgotten my name and went on to remember whatever new girlfriends he's brought home. It was off putting like I no longer belonged at this estate. In my side I was the good guy but I'm sure his family would have seen it the other way. I tried best to make out any bodies through his tinted windows, the windows with the white shutters and the shattered glass. His house was my favourite on the block.

"Wanna' come in and help me get cleaned up?" He asks.

Almost with out hesitation I answered,"no."

He touched me again, his fingers around my thigh it was then I knew he knew how much I weakened at him. How easily he could soften me, worst part it was true I was such a pussy. The manipulation stemmed past his breath.

"I need your help y/n," he says-I hated the way he said my name. He shouldn't have a right to say my name but at the same time I'd beg to hear him scream it. To shout it from rooftops or yell in joy only for me. But this wasn't that, he was using me I know he's using me. I wanted to be used. I wanted him to use me if it meant he'd be the one using.

I coughed out the words to get past the build up of pride in my lungs,"okay. Always."

He smiled, I almost puked. A grin I knew as evil, menacing here it didn't even seem to hold a grudge.

After a long time, he let me in.