•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Work It Out~T.H

*This has no hate towards Olivia Bolton*

He wasn't expecting you to be home this early. You could tell by the look on his face when you entered the room. You were holding two bags of food from his favorite place when you entered the small bedroom that the two of you shared.

He was fully naked and almost balls deep into her. You didn't say anything, you couldn't say anything. You were too shocked to make any real movements or sounds.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as if on command as you continued to stare at the scene in front of you. Your heart ached. You'd never expect this but here you were watching it take place.

"Umm Tom?" The girl moaned as she nodded her head in your direction, making Tom turn to look towards you. His face instantly fell.

"Oh shit, (Y/N)." He said as he got off of the girl and grabbed the sheets on the bed, trying to cover himself up. "I-" You interrupted him.

"It's fine, " You muttered, knowing in no way that you meant it. "I just got off of work early and thought to surprise you with takeout." You say as you lift the bags a bit then dropping them to the floor.

Feeling yourself about to burst with anger, you quickly turn around to make your way downstairs to the front door. You knew if you turned around to face him, you would cry more than you already were and probably do something you'd regret.

As you started walking down the stairs, you heard footsteps from behind. Already knowing who they belonged to, your pace fasted until you reached the door. In the action of grabbing the doorknob, Tom pulled your hand back, and now you were facing him.

You hadn't noticed it before, probably because of how far you were standing from him, but now that you were only inches away, you could smell a strong scent of alcohol on him. He didn't seem drunk though.

"Wait please just listen to me. Please." He told you. You stayed quiet, allowing him to speak.

"I know what you saw in there was bad love but it's not what-" He stopped as your hand collided with his face. He winced slightly at the hard impact. You looked down at your hand, even shocked that you had the willpower to slap Tom across the face.

You wouldn't have thought you had it in you but you did. The confusion was gone and the anger rose inside of you a bit more as you stood in front of him. You don't regret slapping him now.

"Don't fucking say it's not what it looks like because I'm pretty sure I know what it looked like. You were having sex with another girl after everything I've done for you." You take a deep breath. "Every fucking thing, I loved you and this is how you repay me? Well, I'm not having it." You turn around and grab the knob again before his hand touched you.

"(Y/N), please." He says with a low, almost inaudible voice.

"Don't touch me Tom, just don't." You say before shoving his hand off of you, opening the door, and heading out into the cold and damp street.

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You walked around aimlessly for hours. You don't know what to do or where you should go. You just knew you wanted to be anywhere but that apartment right now. Where he was.

You took a stroll around the park down the block from the apartment, trying to clear your head and calm yourself down. It didn't work and the next thing you knew, you found yourself in town sitting down at a bar.

Now usually you're not one for drinking but tonight just felt like one of these nights. When the bartender saw you, his eyes went wide before returning to their normal size. You figured it was because he had recognized you.

You and Tom were semi-public with your relationship. Everyone knew you were together but no one knew your business and the two of you liked it that way.