Tom Holland Imagines

That's Not What Happened: Part 2

I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME FOREVER TO WRITE THIS I AM SO SO SORRY!!!

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Warnings - lots of topics of relationship abuse, just through the whole story, please be cautious loves.  If you need anything or to talk to anyone just DM me, I'm here for you guys

HERE IT IS LOVES SO SORRY AGAIN

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You sit in a daze as Haz, Tom and Zendaya bounce ideas off each other. Your tablet dings constantly, as your agent sends you more and more people who want to interview and as every Instagram and Twitter post you're tagged in goes live.

"Gosh! Turn that freakin thing off!!" Tom yells, slamming his hand on the table and making you jolt. Your eyes follow him as he stomps over to the tablet, and powers it off, cursing under his breath.

"Guys... Y/n you really need to figure this out. The more minutes that pass without your side of the story the more Victor is winning," Haz says. You give a small nod, fiddling with your fingers.

"Should... should I just make a video?" You whisper, your voice barley audible.

The past week you've sat in silence, just crying. You wanted this to be over and had no idea what to do. You were getting so much backlash from people that Tom had to turn off your DMs and comments. You could barely talk with the scratching of your voice.

"What do you mean?" Zendaya asks. You swallow before responding.

"Like with... my side of the story," you say. Tom jumps up.

"What?! No! Y/n that could make stuff so much worse!!" He cries. You huff turning in your seat to face him.

"What else am I supposed to do?! People have to know the truth!" You argue. Tom puts his head in his hands.

"I-I... I just don't want you getting hurt again," he sighs. Your heart flutters a bit as his kind and protective words.

"I think you should do it," Haz says. You give a small nod fiddling with your fingers. You look to Tom for confirmation. You wanted him on your side. You hadn't told him but his support he'd given you in the last week really helped and you needed it.

He sucks in a breath.

"Okay."

~Tom's POV~
Y/n sits down next to me, fiddling with her fingers.

"You sure you want to livestream this?" I ask her. She gives a small nod. I wish I could just hold her, and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't. I mean, maybe I could, but I didn't want to force anything on her. We both admitted feelings but I wasn't going to force anything on her.

"Y-yeah," she stutters. I give a nod, as Haz and Zendaya come and sit. I suggested that we all come so Y/n has more support and some witness stories.