Tom Holland Imagines

Ghost of You:Part 2

Okay so lots of requests for part 2 here it is!!

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Tom, Zendaya and Haz aren't famous in this they are rEguLar peOpLes

Warnings - TW anxiety and referencing to suicide attempt, flUfF

Summary -  you don't get a summary ahaha

jk haz, and zendaya finding out Y/n is alive

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~Toms POV~
My eyes flutter open, and I blink into the empty darkness.

Y/n.

I turn to see the space in the bed next to me... empty.

My heart pounds and my breathes quicken as I jolt upwards, frantically looking around. I gulp in breathes.

Was it all a dream? Where was she? She had to have been here, the comforter was off the bed on her side and I've never touched the comforter

My feet hit the cold ground and I rush out of the room, not bothering to put a shirt on.

"Y/n?" I call as I go down our steps, heart in my throat. Was it all a dream, did I just imagine it? Did I just imagine me wrapping my arms around her form? Did I just imagine the hours of tears she sobbed into my arms? Did I just imagine watching her sob to sleep as I held her in my arms?

"Y/n?!" I called again more panicked, coming into the kitchen.

A weight is lifted off my chest cause there she is  just sitting on the ground glass of water in her hand.

It was so weird.  It was so weird to see her actually here.  To be able to see her eyes, her lips, feel her form wrapped up in my arms. 

I longed to place my lips on hers, but... I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, make her scared.

I'm still staring at her until I hear her sniffle, and realize she has small tears rolling down her cheeks

"Darling?" I question, and approach her.  She jumps, but releases when realizing it's me.

I sit down next to her, and we sit in silence for a few minutes before I finally say something.

"What's wrong love?" I ask.  She wipes her nose and doesn't meet my eyes, her y/c ones focused on her fiddling fingers.

"What... we just jumped.  A year ago I was... drowning gone.  A year ago I was in a mental hospital.  And now I'm back... you're back I'm with you... but are we?  What are we?" She whispers.  I don't reply right away, and she jumps in anyways.

"Sorry.  I shouldn't have asked. I-I..." she trails off.  I shake my head.

"No darling, I get it.  I guess we do need to... talk..." I murmur, clenching and unclenching my own hands.  I hear her swallow.

"Can I... do you need a hug?" I whisper.  I usually would've already had her in my arms, and we would've already been on the couch, her arms wrapped around me, her form secure and safe against mine.

She nods, and I open my arms, and she slides into them, hold her own arms close to her chest.  Y/n lays her head on my shoulder, and I lay my head on top of hers. 

"What... what are we now?" She asks.  I let out a sigh, a question that had been repeating itself in the back of my mind.

"I... wow y/n I've missed you.  Like you have no idea I... I want you I want you back.  It... I'm still in shock that you're here, this past year thinking that you were gone forever.  So... yeah I would love to have... us back, but it'd of course take some time to get back into our routine," I reply, drawing circles on her shoulders.  She nods, nuzzling her head into my chest.