imagines

TOM HOLLAND

She remembers when Tom offered to pay for her therapy. It was on a day like today. He had picked her up and she had moaned and groaned about how expensive it was getting and he immediately asked, begged practically, to pay for it. But of course, Y/N wasn't trying to get him to pay. She was just blowing off some steam, so she tried and tried to let him not pay. But eventually it got to be too much and they had to combine their cash income. Not that either one of them minded.

'Cause I gave my heart to a goddamn fool. I gave him everything. Now there's nothing left for you 'Cause I gave (I gave)
My heart (my heart) To a goddamn fool. I lost everything. Now I have nothing left for you. I have nothing left for you.

"Hmm?" Tom asked again, she had zoned off. She did that a lot, Tom noticed. He guessed it was just her PTSD she acquired from her previous life.

"I-I don't know," Y/N fumbled with her fingers, not making eye contact. "I just feel like we are going in circles."

Tom turned his blinker on, turning onto a street, "It's not helping anymore?"

She shrugged again and sighed, "We've just leveled out. . . I'm sorry."

Tom sighed but didn't answer. He wanted to, he just didn't know what to say. So he said that.

"I don't know what to say." Tom pulled into a driveway. One that wasn't theirs. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows but didn't question it.

"Yeah," She breathed out, "Yeah, I know. I-I just—"

"Love, I want you to get better and if this isn't working anymore, then we'll figure it out. You being whole again is my main priority." He said and brought her hand to his mouth, softly kissing it. She finally met his eyes and smiled softly. She almost said it right there, right then. She almost told him she loved him, but she didn't. She didn't want to ruin things. So, she kept quiet.

I can't pretend pretend that I care. I see how you look at me. But I am not there, the damage is done. I'll save you the time and if there are feelings there they are not mine.

Before Y/N could process what was happening, Harrison and Harry were running towards the car. Y/N was beyond confused. The two men hopped in the car, saying their hellos.

Y/N pulled herself together, "Hey guys. Who's house is this?"

Harry smiled, "Mine! Just bought it yesterday. I'm surprised Tom didn't tell you. Trust me, Y/N, you've got him whipped beyond repair."

Y/N giggled at the younger Holland boy. Tom's cheeks turned pink slightly, he glared at his brother in the rear view mirror. "Hey now, just because I love my girlfriend doesn't mean I'm whipped."

Harry and Harrison both started to laugh then looked to the former's phone, laughing again at something. But Y/N didn't care. She was in shock. Tom had just confessed his love for her. He didn't seem to notice either. He just continued to drive like nothing happned.

But something had.

Y/N was quiet again and Tom noticed, putting his hand on her leg. "You okay?" He questioned quietly, eyeing her.

She gave him a weak smile and nodded, barely. She just sat, lost in her own mind as Tom and his family laughed and joked with each other, driving back to Tom and Y/N's home.

The only thing that was occupying Y/N's mind was terrible, horrible lies. And she couldn't do anything to stop them. She wasn't even sure what was real or not real.

He doesn't love you, It said.

And again, It's not real. He just pities you. He's not in love with you. Don't fall for it.