Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 4.0

Amnesia. Again *part 2* (Tom Holland)

Requested by -NoraAdeline: Y/N gets amnesia, and Tom has to make her remember him.

I sat in the car, Tom in the driver's seat as he drove us along the unfamiliar road that apparently led to his house. I heard Tom sigh, making me gulp and bite my lip as I looked at him. Which, I had to admit, it hurt to do. Since we'd met, two weeks ago, Tom had been in a perpetual state of looking sad and ready to give up on life. Not that I could particularly blame him. After all, it was clear from the stolen glances that Tom was taking that we had been more than just friends before I had lost my memory, but I couldn't remember any of it. Which was why Tom was moving me in with him, with regular visits from both of our families. According to the doctors, I was, in theory, more likely to recover at least some memories if I met people that I'd known before, and also saw places that I'd been before. Hence why Tom was currently driving me to his house, where I'd re-meet his parents, brothers, and dog.

"You okay, Tommy?" I asked quietly. The boy's eyes wavered as he looked at me, his lips giving me a small but unconvincing smile as he put his hand on my knee.

"Yeah, darling, I just-." His eyes widened, his mouth forming into an 'O' shape as he realised where his hand was. Not that I minded at all. All I knew was that his hand felt so fucking natural where it was, so loving and kind, but not at all pressuring.

"Shit, Y/N, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Tom gulped, his eyes somewhat nervously glancing at me as he took his hand off of my knee, and put it back on the steering wheel.

"Tommy, it's okay, you didn't make me uncomfortable at all." I chuckled and shook my head. The boy gulped again and looked at me, a glint of disbelief in his eyes as they flicked between me and the road.

"It...it doesn't?" He asked hopefully. I bit my lip and shook my head, Tom's lips slightly curling into the first genuine smile that I'd seen in half a month as his hand found my knee again. I wasn't exactly sure why I felt so okay with him being so intimate, after all, my first memory of him was only two weeks old. But I couldn't explain it, I just felt safe with him. All I felt towards him was love and comfort, and so I was more than curious to see what I would remember, and what Tom and I would turn out to be. Before I could think any more about the situation, Tom pulled into the driveway of a house, making me assume that it was his house. I looked up at the grand structure, my eyebrows once again furrowing as I somewhat recognised the house, but only in what felt like a distant memory. Tom turned the car engine off, making me gulp as I looked at him. The boy obviously noticed my nerves, his eyes wavering as his hand gripped my knee that much tighter.

"I get that you're nervous, sweetheart. And I know that you don't remember them, but you get on like a house on fire with my family, especially with my mum. So, I promise you, that you're going to be fine." He reassured, his hand continuing to gently massage my knee as he looked into my eyes. I bit my lip and returned the gaze, my heart admittedly fluttering in my chest purely at the look that he was giving me.

"Okay. Yeah, Tommy. I'm ready whenever you are." I nodded, my mind trying to make me sound braver than I felt as I looked at him. Tom gave me a small smile and nodded, making me return it as he opened his door and climbed out of the car. I took deep breaths, anxiety filling me as my door opened, forcing me to climb out too. I couldn't even comprehend how nervous I was, my heart fucking suffocating me in my throat as I tried not to get overwhelmed by the situation. By the fact that I was meeting the entire family of someone who I was supposed to know, but couldn't remember. That wasn't nerve-wracking at all. I felt Tom's hand on the small of my back, though I didn't say anything because I knew that he'd feel guilty for touching me so intimately, when ultimately I didn't mind. Tom opened the door to the grand house, me happily being led in by him as my eyes widened.