Sunless (Tom Holland x Reader) [Sequel to Sun Kissed]

Chapter 7

•tom birthday special, kinda•
• [HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM] •

I arrive home late. The ice cream I promised Chris completely melted. The room was dimly lit, and Chris sat on the couch as if he was waiting for me to come home. I jumped at the sight of him.
"Oh I didn't know you were up." I walk over to the freezer, tucking the ice cream inside. Chris hadn't said a word.
I turned.
"Can you explain what the fuck you're doing at a restaurant late at night with Tom Holland?" His voice roared, sending shivers down my spine. Chris stood up and turned on the living room light, so I could see his anger.
"What?" I say quietly.
"These pictures- all over the internet." As I approached him, he shoved his phone in my face.
I grabbed his phone.
The TMZ article had just been posted an hour ago. Fuckers. I scrolled through the article, it was recent pictures of Tom and I entering the restaurant, eating inside, and leaving.
In one of the pictures, we both sat at our booth as he held my hand. His face looking just as tender as it was in that exact moment.
Towards the end, the article compared these pictures of me, to pap pictures from Cancún. In those pictures, the girl he was with was me- but it was hard to tell.
"Tom Holland is seen with Mystery-Girl! Again?"
"The 'Spider-Man: Far From Home' star was spotted with a girl at a restaurant Sunday having a late-night date"
"Tom and his date have been spotted before years prior."
*insert picture*
"We don't have information on who this girl is, but Tom seems very fond of this lady!"
I shut his phone off and look down. Tears already starting to roll down my face. Chris didn't deserve to find out like this.
"Chris-" I speak, but he stops me.
"Is that you? In those pictures?" He looks me up and down.
"Chris, let me-"
"Is that you?" He shouts strictly. "Don't lie to me. Please, not anymore." He sighs helplessly.
"Yes." I wipe my eyes.
"How come you didn't tell me?" His eyes, watering.
I reach out to grab him- but he rejects me.
"I didn't know how to tell you." I sigh, crossing my arms.
"You told me..that you guys were friends." He stutters, his voice breaking.
"It's complicated."
Chris sat down, defeated.
"How?" He looks up.
"What do you mean?"
"How is it complicated? Can you at least explain that to me?" He wipes his tears.
I sit next to him, facing him.
"I met him in México. We became very close, and then things didn't end well. I was hurt for a while- because I knew that I would never see him again." I pause. "Then when I saw him again..all those feelings came back." I hang my head. How did I keep this away from him? For so long?
"Do you love him?" He asks. Quietly he clears his throat.
"I missed him." I reach out again, holding my hand out. "I'm sorry." Tears in my eyes started to roll down my face again.
I was unfaithful, and I didn't know how to deal with the consequences of being caught. I couldn't blame myself- I was young and swoon over Tom. Meeting Chris really changed me, and, when I was with Tom I felt young again. I hadn't felt free, in so long. I felt guilty that I didn't feel guilty about what I did with Tom. I shake my head.
He grabs my hand. Surprised, I look up.
"Get the fuck out of my house." He drops my hand.
"What?" I stay there shocked.
"I know that you won't be sleeping on the streets. You'll be sleeping in his bed." He wipes his almost-dry tears off his face.
Chris was sad, or at least he just was.
Confused, I stand up.
"Chris-"
He stays seated.
"We need a break (y/n). You need to come back when you know what you want." He doesn't look at me.
I shuffle to my room, packing a suitcase full of my stuff.
My head felt dazed. The article, the pictures, Chris..everything was fogging up my mind.
Tears poured as I stuff some of my belongings into the suitcase and shut it close.
I stood in our room, his room. Everything was happening so quickly I didn't even think it was real.
I pull out my phone, and text Tom.
Me: "Can you pick me up?"
Tom: "I just dropped you off?"
Me: "Please."
Tom: "Be right there."
I slide my phone in my pocket and walk shamefully out of the room. I stop in the middle of the living room. Staring at him, as he refused to look at me.
"Is this what you want?" I ask quietly.
"Yes." He nods. Finally looking up towards me.
The first time- he had ever been sure about us. It had been about us breaking up.
I slip my engagement ring off my finger. Looking at it, for the last time.
Chris looks at the ring.
I set the ring on the coffee table. I turn around and head for the door- trying not to look back.

For a moment I sat on the curb with my suitcase in hand as I waited for Tom.
He pulled up shortly after.
I get into his car silently. The car is filled with the sound of my crying.
He doesn't hesitate to reach over and grab my hand, my now ringless hand.
"Are you okay?" He says slightly.
"I'll be fine." I nod. Unsure if that was true or not.
He leans over and kisses my cheek softly.
"Let's go." He starts driving.
For a moment, I rested my head on the window and watched as we drove through the town.
We pass where he was staying and I turn in confusion.
"Where are we going?" I sit up straight.
"The airport." Tom says casually.
"What? Where are we going?"
"The best place in the world." He chuckles.
"Disney World?" I gasp.
"No." He shakes his head. "It's where we first met."
Then, a smile formed on my face.

A drive to the airport later, and we were purchasing tickets for our trip. His spontaneity was always something I admired.
The next flight to Cancún was a few hours away, so we crashed in the waiting area until our flight departed.

Soon our flight departed and Tom and I sat first class.
"I've never sat in first class." I gawk at the fancy seats and all the alcohol.
"Sorry, this was short notice. Next time I'll get something for just us."
Us. I couldn't help but smile when he said 'Us'.
The feeling of butterflies filled my stomach as he wrapped his arm around me.
"I promise." He kissed my nose.
"Seriously, this is already enough." I pinch his cheek. He pulls away and chuckles.
I dig my face into his chest and he pulled me closer.

The flight didn't seem long.

When we arrived, I got deja vu. I couldn't shake the image out of my head- where I stepped out off the plane, and innocently walked off. Not knowing he was going to change my entire world. The sun had started to rise, and I could already feel the warmth I once felt before.
Being here again, brought back so many memories.
Then again, I couldn't help but be scared. Last time we were here, Tom and I fell for each other hard- and fast. I didn't regret anything, but everything between us had moved fast in such a short amount of time.
This time, I want to do things differently.
For now, I just wanted to sleep. I was tired from crying and I wanted to forget about Chris.

Tom checked us into a fancy hotel.

"Are you tired?" Tom asks as he sets his bag on the floor.
I nod, the head for the bed. Crashing into it and letting out a sigh.
Just wanting to be at peace.
Tom crawls into bed and lays back. My body finds it's way up to his and find a place to perfectly lay. My legs wrap around him and he pulls me closer. Our bodies were now squished together.
My body felt as if it belonged here. My face rests on his chest- hearing his heart beat faintly.
"Are you okay?" He asks as he rubs my arm.
"Yes." I whisper, and shut my heavy eyes.
I drift off as he continuously runs his fingers through my hair softly.
Hoping I could be at peace.

Waking up, I felt well rested. Not because I had slept peacefully, because I finally felt calm.
I look over at Tom who was still knocked out. Carefully, I slip away. He groans and shifts in his sleep.
I grab my phone and look at the time.
                                  10:46
                       Monday, June 1
Tom's birthday.
It's like yesterday was all about me. I look down at my phone, the lock screen was a picture of Chris. I shake my head and get up.
I wanted to go out and get something for Tom.
Where would I get something?
I walked around the hotel lobby and find a small gift shop.
Looking around, I couldn't find any cakes- obviously. I found a small pastry that I hoped he would enjoy. I take the pocket change in my
money and pay for it.
When I got back to the hotel room, Tom had still been asleep.
With a few shifts he wakes up. Tom squints his eyes.
"(Y/n)?"  He looks at me, holding the pastry.
"Happy Birthday." I smile and sit on the bed, close to him.
"Is it really my birthday?" He chuckled and sat up.
"Yes. I just want to thank you, for everything." I reach out to him. He reaches back and grabs my hand.
"Of course. I care about you." He pauses. "I just hope everything is alright."
"I'll be okay Tom." I hand him the pastry. "Just pretend there's a candle, alright?"
"You want me to make a wish?" He stares at me.
"Yes. Don't say it out loud ."
He pretends to blow out a candle.
"Happy Birthday to me." He takes a bite and nods.