Supernatural (Tom Holland x Reader)

17. Midnight

"No! No, Mum! You can't sack her, you just can't!" I heard the boys whine at our mother.

"I can, I did, and it's for the best. We can't have her filling your heads with this nonsense. Ghosts and witches. I tell you, The Hobbit is less fictional than all that." Mum stopped halfway down the hallway, causing the boys to stumble into one another. "Ms. Y/L/N is leaving and there is nothing you can do about it. Why don't you go and do something productive rather than bother your mother, hm?" she snapped. Paddy gulped. Sam and Harry nodded.

"Just...just let her stay until the morning," Sam pleaded. I saw him check his watch. Five in the evening. If Mum kicked Y/N out now, there would be no hope for survival for any of them, and he knew it. I can't say I wasn't heartbroken about the whole ordeal, anyway. After tonight, Y/N would have to leave. Mum would make her. But we had to try to keep Y/N close until Apathy was defeated...if we could defeat her.

"Why should I?" I could tell Mum was getting annoyed now. She was tapping her index finger incessantly against her elbow.

"Because..." Paddy thought nervously aloud.

"Tell her because it's nearly dark and it's a long way to the train station," I whispered fervently in his ear. A smile came onto his face.

"Because it's getting dark out and she'd have to walk all the way to the train station at night." Paddy rocked from the balls of his feet to the heels nervously. Mum sighed.

"Well, I may be stubborn, but I'm not a monster. You're right, Patrick. She can stay until tomorrow, but at first light, she's gone. Hear me?"

"Yes, Mum," the boys chorused sadly.

POV SWITCH

Tom popped into my room just as I was stuffing my things sloppily into my polka-dot-print suitcase.

"They've convinced her to let you stay until morning," he panted, relief taking his breath away. I stopped packing for the moment.

"Thank God! We only have a few more hours left." My hands were shaking and I clasped them behind my back to stop it.

"You can do it, Y/N. I know you can," Tom said soothingly, sensing my worry. I tried to give him a hopeful smile, but I'm sure it only came out twisted.

At eleven forty-five, Tom and I decided to try to get the boys as far away from the house as possible. We were gathered in the entrance hall, underneath the balcony off of which Tom had fallen a year previous. Paddy was shaking and Harry and Sam were white with fear. Who could blame them?

"Alright, guys. Have everything?" Then nodded wordlessly. "I'll hold her off as long as I can. You make a run for it." Suddenly, there was a large bang and a flash of light. Cracks split the stone floor as we all looked in the center of the entrance hall.

Standing in the debris was Apathy Hardstrune.