Tom Holland Imagines

Forever Yours//T.H. 2

Nothing hurt more than a broken heart. 

It had been long since Y/N had felt so much pain or since she had felt so hopeless and alone as she knew she was at that very moment. As much as she had expected that to happen eventually after Tom realised she meant nothing compared to being a King, it still hurt like hell. 

Maybe the cause of her pain were all those unfinished plans she had with him or the fact that she was convinced Tom was the love of her life, Y/N wasn’t sure. Nothing much made sense to her at that very moment. Everything that happened after she heard him speak those words was just a blur. She didn’t even remember how she got back to her room. All she remembered was falling asleep after crying for what felt like hours.

When she woke up the next morning, still feeling exhausted and hurt, she did everything in her power to try and find a distraction. After much thought, she headed down to the kitchens to try and help with what she could knowing it’d be a busy day once he broke the news of his engagement. 

“Good morning Y/N,” A maid smiled kindly at her once she saw her walk into the busy kitchen. Y/N smiled back and waved, not sure she’d be able to keep a conversation going without bursting into tears. 

She got one of the aprons hanging from the racks and tied her hair up after securing it with a tight knot. Y/N walked up to the head chef, who looked back at her with that permanent scowl he seemed to have, “Hadn’t seen you here in a while. Why don’t you help her cut some apples?”

Y/N sat down next to one of the cooks cutting the apples for what she assumed to be apple pie. The cook gave her a knife and a small basket full of fresh red apples. Those only grew in the back gardens of the castle. Tom would often sneak some into her room knowing how much she loved the sweet fruit. 

She brushed away the thought and started dicing up the apples but before she could get much work done, someone called her name. 

“Y/N, love. Someone’s waiting for you in the fitting room,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. She had made sure to double check her schedule was clear of any meetings that morning.

Either way, Y/N accommodated her skirt after getting off the stool. She handed the knife back to the cook and offered her an apologetic smile before rushing back to see who was waiting for her in the fitting room.

Honestly, fitting room wasn't what she'd call it. It was just a tiny space in the very back of her rather tiny room. Either way, that was the only place that truly felt like home in the whole entire castle. It was a beautiful place, but the castle had always felt too dull and foreign for her. 

She walked into her room after straightening her dress once again. Much to her surprise, Tom was sitting on her bed, his legs crossed and a nervous smile on his face. Y/N wasn't expecting to see him in a long while. She was almost sure he'd avoid her until it was absolutely necessary so she could design his bride's dress. Just thinking about it made Y/N's vision go red.

Tom looked calm and unbothered, which just managed to piss Y/N off even more. She didn't get how he could just sit there and look at her with those adorable brown eyes that always managed to put a smile on her face. God, he had no right. She didn't want to go running back to him as if she hadn't heard anything the previous night.

He cleared his throat after a few minutes of silence, "You weren't there when I got back last night," Tom said without a trace of guilt and a steady voice as he played with the collar of his shirt.

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. As much as she wanted to scream at him for being a fucking liar, Y/N knew she couldn't cause a scene. That would only bring more trouble and she was in no position to deal with it