•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Strangers - T.H

YOUR POV
It was weird for you to see him like that. On the big screen living out his dreams. The dreams he had since high school. You couldn't admit it though. It pained you to even think about him and even worse when you had to sit there watching his movies and interviews.

"Can we please watch something else? This is like the third interview we've watched tonight." You asked your roommate as she put on another interview with Tom Holland. She'd never admit it but you could tell she was obsessed with him.

She was always on top of everything that included Tom, watching his latest movies, interviews, attending his meet and greets, and being the first to like his Instagram posts. If that wasn't an obsession, you wouldn't know what else to call it.

She didn't know that you knew him though, way back when everything was simple. God forbid she ever found out, or she would silent treatment you to death for not telling her.

"No, remember last week when we watched nothing but Dylan Obrien movies? Yeah, this is like payback."

You groan at her before bringing your attention back to the screen. He hadn't really changed that much since you've last seen him. His hair had gotten more volume and he was much more muscular but everything else was the same. His jawline still kept its shape and he was still as sexy as you remembered.

You couldn't help but think if he ever thought about you because you did. From time to time, your mind would slip away and you'd find yourself thinking about him when you didn't want to. It was like you couldn't stop if you wanted to. You turn your attention back to the screen.

"So Tom, do you plan on getting married soon?" The interviewer asked.

"I- yes. I plan to get married one day. I just need to find the right person." Tom says.

The two of you were going to get married someday. He had promised you that. The two of you had planned your whole lives together, and that was the way you wanted it to be. It just didn't turn out the way you wanted it to.

"I'm going to go get some more takeout." You tell your roommate. You couldn't stand watching him. It hurt you because you still missed him after all these years.

You tried to take your time, in hopes that by the time you come back to the apartment, your roommate would be asleep. Then you could turn off that stupid T.V. You went to a restaurant right by your apartment called Nandos. It was your go-to whenever you craved some good chicken. When you got there, Stephan, a worker who knew you all too well, cheered as you entered.

"(Y/N), what can I get ya?" He exclaimed. You give him a small smile before walking to a table and sitting down.

"The regular." You tell him referring to the order you always get when you came there.

Nando's, it was your place. It was a place that you and Tom shared. It was at least the last thing you had of him.

The two of you started dating in your junior year of high school. You did everything together like going to dances and parties. When it came to college decisions, you didn't plan it but you both ended up going to the same one. You then dated until senior year of college when everything turned upside down.

It was the second semester, and you had gotten pregnant. You didn't want to keep the baby, thinking it would be too much pressure as you we just about to graduate. Tom, however, wanted you to keep the baby.

He said it would be good for the two of you in your relationship. The disagreement was put on hold so that you could both properly discuss it. However, two weeks had passed and still, no discussion was made.