•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

I Need You~T.H

WILD/DESCRIPTIVE SMUT
YOUR POV
The story might seem a bit scattered but it'll make sense at the end.
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You sat alone in your apartment tonight enjoying a tub of Ice Cream and watching The End of the F***ing World on Netflix. It was a Friday night and although you wanted to be out enjoying yourself, you had work the next morning. Your phone went off and a confused expression plastered your face when you saw the caller ID.

Tommy 😩😣

You roll your eyes as your phone continued to ring. He completely ghosted you for two weeks and now here he was calling you. Tom knew that he wasn't allowed to call you on Fridays, it was part of the agreement you guys made. You were fuck buddies for almost a year now and you would have thought he knew that. You picked up the phone and spoke.

"Tom you know-"

"Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to call you on Friday's but I just... I need someone to talk to." His voice was shaky and you couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him.

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"Can I speak to you in person? At the apartment?" He asked carefully.

"I don't know Tom... I can't be late to work tomorrow or I'll be fired." You tell him. A part of you wanted to go because you were always glad when it came to seeing him, but the other side knew way better.

"Please, I'll never ask for a favor like this again." You hesitate when answering, Tom never asks you to do something politely none the less uses the word 'please' in any of his sentences. You persuade yourself that there is no harm in going to talk to Tom as long as you were out of the apartment before morning.

"Okay, I'll be there in 20 minutes." You say on the phone.

"Thank you (Y/N)." He says then hangs up the phone. You had already taken a shower that night and you were ready to go. You put your head in a messy bun and walked out to your car in sweatpants and a tank top with a hoodie over it.

Driving to Tom's place, you couldn't help but have this feeling in your stomach that something was wrong. You couldn't tell exactly but you had a feeling it had something to do with Tom. He had sounded worried and almost scared when he was speaking to you on the phone and it just supported your concern.

As you pulled up to the front of the building, your nerves seemed to loosen up knowing you were closer to him. He shouldn't have brought you comfort but he did and you just couldn't help it. You got out of your car and rang his apartment number until he buzzed you in.

Walking up to his apartment door, you checked the time on your phone to make sure you had enough time for this. 10:48 it read. You knocked on the door and he instantly opened it.

You looked at him. He was shirtless only wearing grey sweatpants, which showed you more than what you wanted, his eyes were puffy and reddish, and his hair was sloppy. Something was definitely going on with him.

"Hi (Y/N)," he said as he opened his door wide enough for you to enter. His voice was rough and it made you confirm the thought that he had been crying. This whole situation was so unlike him and so sudden. You walked over to the couch and sit down with your hands in the pockets of your hoddie. He walks to sit next to you on the couch.

"Why'd you call me here Tom?" you ask him the second he sat down. He looks at you in a questioning manner and you realize how straight up you were being. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to-"

"No, it's fine. I honestly don't know why I called you here... I just need to be around someone right now." he moves in closer to you and you start to fiddle with your fingers. He was acting weird and it caused you to tense up.