Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Forgotten *part 1* (Peter Parker)

Requested by ghostwriter3456: Y/N is forced by Peter's enemy to break up with him. This leaves him heartbroken, so when she calls him the next day, he ignores it, until he gets sent a video of Y/N beaten up and unconscious. He saves her, but when she wakes up, she has no recollection of Peter, and thinks that she's with Brad, which he plays into.

Peter stared at me with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open as we both looked at each other with tear-filled gazes. I bit my lip so harshly that I could taste blood, everything in me fucking breaking at the fact that I was having to do this as his eyes wavered.

"I-I...I don't understand, I thought that we were happy, I thought that we were okay." He choked and shook his head.

"We were, Pete-."

"Then why are you breaking up with me?!" He cried, my heart breaking more with every tear that marked my now ex-boyfriend's perfect face. I bit my lip and returned his head shake, my mind trying to come up with any plausible lie that would protect the boy from the truth.

"I've been feeling this way for a while now, Peter. I'm not happy with you anymore. I don't l-." My eyes wavered again, my heart in my throat almost suffocating me as every part of me tried to stop what I was about to say from leaving my lips. But I had to say it. To keep Peter safe, I had to say it. No matter how much it would hurt.

"I don't love you anymore." I eventually forced the lie out, though each word tasted vile and sickly as I uttered them. Peter's eyes wavered again, his mouth closing again as he nodded.

"Wow. So, just like that, you've suddenly fallen out of love with me? Fuck me, I wish that it would be that easy for me." He choked and shook his head before pushing off from my open front door.

"Peter, please!" I yelled after him as he took off down the hallway of my apartment building, and away from my apartment. I choked and let my eyes flutter shut, my teeth still harshly gnawing on the skin of my lip as the heartbreak started to let in the stabbing pain that had been in my back for that whole conversation.

"Good. Now, shut the door, slowly." He mumbled into my ear. I gulped and stepped back into my apartment before shutting the door, the tip of his knife still in my back as he held me close to him.

"There, I did what you asked. Now you've got to promise me that Peter and his aunt will be safe." I whispered.

"I promise. But I can't promise the same for you." He chuckled. My eyes widened, and before I knew what was happening, something harshly slammed into the back of my head. I yelped out as the impact made me fall to the floor, my eyes involuntarily fluttering shut as the blow knocked me into unconsciousness.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter sat at the group's usual table in the cafeteria, his entire body numb and his eyes still sore from crying as he just stared ahead. Everything hurt so much, and yet was numb at the same time. Peter wasn't sure how that was even possible. But yet, it was. He finally knew what a broken heart felt like.

"Hey, loser." He flicked his eyes up, his lips not even curling into his usual smile as MJ and Ned got to the table, and sat down opposite him. Their eyebrows furrowed as they saw the boy's state.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" MJ scoffed. Peter gulped as his eyes wavered.

"Y/N broke up with me yesterday." He admitted quietly. His best friends' eyes widened, and they looked at each other.