Supernatural (Tom Holland x Reader)

16. Foreboding

On the fifth, I knew nothing but controlled panic. Panic because of the impending battle with Apathy. Panic because I didn't know if I could save the Hollands. Panic because of what Tom had said the previous night. As I picked at my macaroni, I stared into space, trying to pick one thing to focus my fear on. Since it was the least pressing at the moment, I picked the last item on my list. "Somebody ought to kiss you."

I had no idea what he'd meant by it. Part of me was sure he meant it just as a friend...that he wished someone would love me openly. The other part of me wished he'd meant something more. I didn't know what to listen to. Suddenly, I was very aware of the fact that Harry, Sam, and Paddy were standing in the dining room doorway, all very white-faced.

"Mum wants to see you," Harry croaked. I didn't like the way the boys were looking at me...like it was the last they'd ever see me. I set my spoon down in the bowl and drew in a shaky breath. There was no way anything could go worse, I told myself. How very wrong I was.

When I arrived in the drawing-room, I could tell something was off. Mrs. Holland was standing with an air of calm resent behind her desk, a very sizeable muscle in her jaw working away. A tubby little butler stood in the corner behind her, an untraceable look on his face. I blinked nervously.

"You wanted to see me, madame?" I clarified respectfully.

"Do sit," Nicola Holland said thickly. Nervously, I sat in the chair across from her.

"Is there a problem?" I wavered.

"I've been getting reports of undesirable behavior on your behalf. Talk of ghosts and witches that you've been passing onto my sons." Her eyes narrowed menacingly and I began to quiver. I was sure Sam and Harry hadn't told her. When I looked at the butler standing in the corner, I realized that the look on his face was unmistakably guilt. I should've remembered the servants when it came to speaking carelessly.

"Ma'am, I..." I began

"No," she cut me off. "Gather your things, Ms. Y/L/N. We no longer require your service." Mrs. Holland set her pen down on the desk resolutely. My mouth gaped open and I had to remind myself to close it so as to not resemble a fish. Then, I slowly and numbly rose before trudging over to the door. When I stepped out, the boys were waiting for me, including Tom.

"What happened?" Paddy asked fearfully.

"I'm sacked," I croaked unfeelingly.