Tom Holland Imagines

Protect Me//T.H.

You were already exhausted from running away. The sun was about to set and you knew you had to get to the safe place, fast as it was also starting to rain. You sat down on the cold, dirty floor as you kept panting uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath with that stupid oxygen mask on your face. Your back already ached from having to carry the oxygen tank for such a long time. You couldn't complain, however, because you knew that mask was probably the barrier between life and death.

After not even two minutes of sitting down, you had to get up in a hurry and reach for your gun that was hidden underneath your shirt. You pointed it at the source of the sound, your heartbeat increasing dramatically fast as you prayed to whoever was above that it wasn't just another zombie. You wouldn't survive another one.

Your prayers weren't heard though, as you saw the creature limp from behind the bushes, getting closer to you, fast. You could smell its putrid smell even then, with the mask on that fogged up as you exhaled through your mouth. The gun only had about a bullet left and you knew that wouldn't be enough, especially as you saw two more zombies appear from behind the first one. Your breathing became more rapid and agitated. You were going to die. You would not be able to see Tom again. Wouldn't be able to tell him how much you loved him.

Sudden rage filled you as you remembered how you ended up at that very place. Things had been so easy before, so peaceful... And oh, how you wished to go back to the life you had before the zombies attacked.

If you were being honest, you couldn't exactly remember if the thing had started as a small disease that turned big and spread around like wildfire or if it had appeared from thin air, you did remember the day it started for you, though.

"I really need to start thinking about how the fuck I'll end my thesis, I swear. I'm so close to not graduating Tommy." You explained to the brown-eyed man as you straddled him and played with the hem of his shirt, your head placed on his firm chest. He chuckled lightly at your comment as he stroked your back. He understood your worries, having just graduated as a doctor just a few months before you and as the best of the generation too.

"You'll finish it and it'll be the best bloody thesis out there. I know that for sure, besides, I could call my father and he'd be so happy to help." Tom reminded you for what seemed to be the sixth time only that week. You were incredibly reluctant to accept any type of help from Tom's father; you didn't want to make a fool of yourself like that.

His pretty eyes widened for a second as he remembered something he hadn't told you just yet, "I saw Mrs. Weiss this morning."

"Who? The lovely lady from the flower shop?" You asked out of curiosity, wanting to give yourself a smack on the head for being so bad with names. Tom only nodded softly before proceeding with whatever he wanted to tell you.

"She told me her husband's very sick Y/N. Same symptoms as everyone else," He trailed off for a second, his gaze diverting from you to the window. You lifted your head from his chest so you could look into his eyes, which held fear and anguish, you almost gave him a silent plead to tell you what was wrong, "My parents have gotten sick as well. Harry called last night, they're so weak now they cannot even get out of bed."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw the tears fall from his eyes; you could tell he was beyond worried. He wasn't just worried about his parents, but his siblings and you... Tom knew better than anyone that not even doctors knew what was going on. If his eyes didn't tell you he was worried, his actions surely did. Since the weird disease began to spread, he made it his mission to keep you inside at all times, not wanting to risk it and have something happen to you.

At first, the problem seemed so remote to you, you had only heard of a few cases of the weird disease that made people shut off and become almost zombie-like. But in an instant, everyone around you had become sick, except for a few people. Riots had started to happen everywhere, wanting to ask questions to the Government that not even they knew the answer to. The only safe thing to do was to stay at home, away from everything and everyone.

"I don't know what this thing is Y/N, but everyone who has it is getting worse," He explained further and you wondered why he hadn't really told you all those things until that very moment, "Worse how?"

"A patient of Lydia's got so aggressive to the point where he tried to practically rip her arm off of her body. He didn't do that but he surely left nasty marks all over her. She got sick not even hours later." He sighed. Seeing him so worried made you even more scared since he was always the one that kept peace and drove off anxiety or fear, but right now, the only thing radiating off of him now, was fear, "I think zombies are finally becoming a real thing."

After that, things obviously didn't get better. Even more, people were starting to get turned by just a small bite or scratch from any infected being. You had to run away from home to find someplace that wasn't full of zombies, which led you right to where you were at that exact moment.

You kept taking cautious steps backwards as they approached you. The gun still shook in your grasp even though you really tried to hold it as steady as possible as you fired the first and only shot, which of course missed. A big scream of frustration and sheer panic escaped your lips, as if that was going to scare them away, actually, on the contrary, you'd probably attract more of those stupid fucking zombies.

The smell intensified as they got closer and closer to you. You shut your eyes tightly as you braced yourself for the pain of the bite that would eventually turn you into one of them. But the moment never came, instead, three loud gunshots echoed through the forest. You opened your eyes hesitantly to find the three creatures lying dead in front of you.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips and made the mask fog even more as you turned around and saw Tom standing there, hidden behind a tree with a gun in his hand.

He carried you back into the hidden bunker and set you down on your bed softly before taking the mask off of your face. You gasped as you inhaled the fresh air and finally looked right into his eyes, "Jesus babe, what the fuck were you thinking?" He asks you as he tugs at his messy mop of brown curls that was longer than it had ever been.

"I-I just wanted to try and find medicine," You panted, "I wanted to find something to cure the wound more efficiently, I'm sorry."

He climbed into the bed after kicking his shoes off. His arms instantly wrap around your waist as they bring you closer, face to face with him. You can see the freckles scattered across his tired face, you can see the redness in his eyes, as well as the worry, "There's no need to apologise, you just frightened me so much, I can't lose you, baby girl."

Your hand cupped his cheek as you captured his lips in yours. All you wanted was to take his worries and pain away. The kiss was hungry yet passionate. He tried to show you how happy he was that you were just fine. He tried to show you how much he loved you. But you knew, you knew he always had.

As you laid on the bed, his lips connected to yours, you thought, even with all these zombies and everything you didn't have, If I have Tom, I have it all, I always will.

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