Tom Holland Imagines

Imagine || Divorce Part II

Y/N P.O.V

Months And Months Go By. I Haven't Been Seeing Tom Or Monroe. Every Few Days Tom Will Text Me 'Good Morning' And 'How Are You Doing?'
Today, Tom Thought It Would Be A Good Idea For Me To Come Over His House And Chat. I Soon Realize That It's 3:30pm And I'm Going Over His House Around 4:30pm. I Sigh. I Walk To My Closet And Picked Out Some Black Lululemon Leggings And A Long Sleeved Shirt To Cover Up My Scars. I Put My Hair In A Ponytail And Put On Some Light Makeup. I Grab My Phone And Some Money And Walk To My Car.

Tom's P.O.V

I Thought Today Will Be A Good Day For Me And Y/N To Chat. Deep Down I Still Love Y/N And Maybe She Stills Have Some Feelings Too So I Decided To Come Clean About My Feelings. I Take A Nice, Long Shower And Quickly Get Dressed. I Put On A Short Sleeved V-Neck And Some Jeans. I Look Outside, Seeing Y/N Come Out Of Her Car. I Smile. After Not Seeing Her For 4 Months, I Couldn't Help But To Be Happy To See Her Face Again. I Walk Downstairs, Seeing Monroe Watching Peppa Pig On The TV. I Open The Door, Embracing Y/N With A Hug. She Hugs Back, But Then Reminds Me Thats It's Been 3 Minutes And That I Could Let Go Now. I Smile ''Oh, Come In'' I Say. She Walks In, Immedialtly Hugging Monroe. I Smile. I Loved Seeing Y/N Happy, Which Was Rare.

Me And Y/N Settle Down On The Couch. ''Y/N. Deep Down I Still Love You. I Didn't Realize That You've Been Going Through So Much. I Think About You All The Damn Time. I Worry About You Y/N. I Still Love You..........'' I Say. I Could Tell She Was Shocked. Her Jaw Was Hanging And She Looked At Me Like I Had 3 Heads. Before She Could Say Anything, I Kissed Her. She Kissed Back. All The Memories Of Me And Y/N Started To Sink In. I Let Go. The Kiss Lasted 4 Seconds But Ot Felt Like It Lasted 4 Years. (The Next Part Is Kinda Smut, Kinda Not. You Guys Requested This, Just Sayin)
I Kiss Back Again, At This Point It Was A Makeout. Deep Down, I Knew This Was Wrong, But It Felt Right. I Stand Up, Her Legs Are Around My Waist. I Set Her Down On The Kitchen Counter, Taking My Shirt Off. I Take Off Her Shirt But, She Stops. I Look Down, Seeing Her Scrars On Her Arms And Wrists. I Gasps ''Y/N.........Why Didn't You Tell Me? I Couldve Helped You'' I Say. She Looks Down. ''D-Do You Need Help?'' I Ask. She Looks Up. ''No. I Don't Need Help. Just Stay Out Of It!'' She Says. She Grabs Her Shirt Off The Floor And Puts It On. ''I-I Should Go'' She Said. I Nod. I Put My Shirt Back On Aswell. I Sit On The Couch, Just Thinking. I Picked Up My Phone And Dialed A Number...........................

Y/N P.O.V

Wow. I Can't Believe That Happend. Why Did I Let It Go That Far. He's My Ex. Am I Stupid? I Sit Down On The Couch, Grabbing A Glass Of Beer And Sitting In The Living Room, Watching On My Block (That Show Is Fucking Bomb) I Get Lost In My Thoughts As I Hear The Doorbell Ring. I Put The Glass In One Of The Cup Holders And I Open The Door, Reaving....................(Cliffhanger)

This Is Bad, I Know. I Think Imma Delete It And Make A New One Or Imma Leave It Up And Make A New One. I Don't Know Yet. Yes, I Know This Includes Some Violence Such Suicide. I Am NOT Making Fun Of Suicide. I Lost Somone To Suicide And Making Fun Of Suicide Is Just Messed Up On So Many Levels.
I Understand This Is Bad, But It's Midnight So Chill, I'll Make A New One. Should I Delete It? Comment Yes Or No.

Yes. There Is Some Grammar Issues As Well And I Spot Them But I'm Too Lazy To Fix Them. Why Am I Even Telling You This? I Don't Know. But, Yeah. I Hoped You Enjoyed. Next Update Will Be Around 40 Years (Yup. 40 Years) So, Bye. Love Ya Angles! Peace
-Aaliyah