Always Been You | Tom Holland

THIRTY-THREE

SIX MONTHS LATER

Y/N

"Now, I think the reason we haven't seen much of Tom and Y/N is that Tom has been doing his Spider-Man press junket for a while. He left London shortly after the GQ event and has been seen around America far more. I think after the event, they became far more private about their relationship."

"No, for me, I think something happened and they broke things off. Either way, I hope they're both doing well."

"Jane, scroll, for God's sake!" I yell from my bathroom.

"Sorry, babe." Jane scrolls to the next TikTok and the sound of the latest TikTok dance sound fills the room.

I have barely spoken to Tom in nearly six months. It's insanely frustrating to see that people are still speculating on our relationship – or lack thereof. It's hard enough that Tom has been everywhere during this press junket, but to have people constantly talking about us is annoying, to say the least. There are still edits, posts, and rumors. It's been six months. I don't know when it will end. Plus, he's all over my social media – videos, pictures, interviews. It's made getting over him far more difficult than it should be. I mean, how do you get over one of the biggest celebrities in the world?

It doesn't help that the last conversation we had before he up and left was another fight. I was still angry with him, he still loved me, and we blew up. I don't like that we left our relationship on those terms.

"I just don't know what else I can do, Y/N. Just tell me what I need to do to be back in your life." He's standing in my kitchen with his arms crossed. His hair is so long. It suits him.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's been since the GQ event? With Ben and Jane constantly down my throat?"

"You don't think they've been down my throat, too? Ben doesn't understand why we don't talk anymore."

"Oh, you could tell him that we were dating without my knowledge but you won't tell him why we don't speak anymore?" He's silent. I cross my arms and continue looking at him. "Well?"

"Dating?" He whispers. "You thought we were dating?"

"I mean, I thought that was clear."

"No, it wasn't, because you never told me how you felt." He says sternly. "If I had known how you felt, that phone call to Ben never would have happened. I would have felt more sure of what was going on. I would have had a conversation with you."

"Oh, so it's my fault, now?"

"I never said that. I took responsibility for my lack of judgment. I'm just saying, the lack of judgment wouldn't have happened had I known how you felt. About me."

"I thought I made it pretty clear." I scoff.

"Oh, yeah, kissing me constantly and then immediately pushing me away with a fight? Yeah, that was real clear, Y/N." He rubs his hands on his face.

We're silent for a few minutes. Neither of us knows what to say. I have so many feelings running through my body right now, I feel like a bomb ready to explode.

"I came here in hopes of mending our friendship. It seems like that isn't going to happen." My heart drops. "I truly loved you, Y/N," Loved? "And all I wanted was for this to work out." He gestures between us. "It's all I want."

"Tom–"

"Don't. It's clear that our being together – as friends or otherwise – isn't going to work. Not right now." He checks his watch. "I have to go." He grabs his coat and pauses in front of my door.