Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Call Out My Name (6)

You knew what you did was unforgivable. You knew you truly hurt Ben, which also caused you pain. You didn't complain or protest when he wanted you to move out. You knew that was the end. Ben and you weren't going to be together, all because you let the adrenaline take over. It was a stupid mistake and you were an idiot for thinking the way you did.

You left a few minutes after Ben told you. He sent all your things to Tom's house, while you also lived with your friend for a few weeks before you found your own place. After that, you didn't hear anything about Ben and Ben didn't bother to ask Tom about you. At first, Ben was pissed of at Holland because he knew your old habit and he didn't bother to tell Ben. But he knew it wasn't Tom's fault, so they continued to be the old mates they used to be.

After breaking your own heart, and Ben's heart, you promised to yourself, to Tom and to your late dad that you would stop for good. You didn't want to hurt anyone like that ever again.

***

Two years had passed after Ben found out the truth. Life had turned normal for you and for him. Ben was going to Tom Holland's flat for a friendly chat and a couple of beers. He usually sent Tom a text to see if he was home, and Tom normally responded, but that day was different. Ben sent his usual text, but Tom didn't reply back. Ben decided to drop by anyway.

After a few minutes, he arrived at Tom's flat. He knocked on his door and waited for his mate to, hopefully, open. Ben put his helmet under his arm and tried fixing his messy curls. Footsteps were heard on the other side of the door. Soon, the door was unlocked. As the door was being opened, Ben heard someone speak.

"Where were you Ben?" you spoke as you opened the door. You hadn't peaked through the peephole to see the person. You stood dazed as you saw your ex. Ben had knitted his brows, he was 100% sure you said his name. "Ben..," you breathed out. Tom came running from his hallway. His jean buttons undone, shirtless and his socks on.

Ben looked behind you to see Tom, he then gazed at you. He hadn't fully checked you out. You wore a camisole without a bra, your pajama shorts and you were barefoot. He kept glancing between you and Tom. "Are you two...together?" it almost hurt him to ask that. "No," you and Tom simultaneously said.

"I would've texted you about her, if I had my phone with me," Tom said a few feet behind you, he was talking to Ben. "It's fine..," Ben's words lingered as he returned his gaze towards yours. The three of you stood dazed, while you and Ben stared into each others eyes. After a few seconds, you cleared your throat and walked to Tom's couch.

"I'll collect my things and I'll be on my way," you nipped at your bottom lip. "It's fine, stay," Ben, surprisingly, spoke up. You and Tom turned towards Ben. "Are you sure?" you questioned. "Yeah," Ben rubbed the back of his neck, "We haven't spoken in two years. Maybe we can catch up or something."

His response truly stunned you and Tom. According to Tom, you knew that Ben didn't want to know anything about you. In fact, you thought he never wanted to see, hear, or be anywhere near you again. "Ok," you slightly smiled and set your purse down.

After Ben entered and set his helmet down, the three of you sat in Tom's living room. Each of you on a separate couch. Ben gazed towards Tom, "Why don't you have a shirt on?" Tom slightly chuckled, "I spilt my drink on me, so I went to my room to change out of everything. Thats when I read your message and I come running out."

Ben gazed towards the table in the middle and saw the expensive champagne bottle, "What are you two celebrating?" Your blood turned cold, you didn't want to talk about that. "A special occasion," you simply responded. Ben smiled towards you, making your knees buckle, "Like what?"

You didn't have time to answer since Tom's front door opened. "I finally got it!" an American accent saved you from speaking. The three of you turned towards the guy that entered. He was tall, muscular, blonde hair that he had in a man bun, a deep voice and a sharp jawline. He looked at you while he got closer.