only one smarter than Peter

Reader’s POV What the fuck was I doing? It’s midnight on a Saturday, I should be curled up in bed watching Netflix, not sneaking Spider-Man into my bedroom. Once he made his way in through the window, I slammed it shut and shivered at the cold air I had let in. I plopped myself down on my bed and moved my laptop and schoolbooks out of the way to make room for him. “Aren’t you gonna take that thing off?” I asked him as he sat down on my bed. “Uhh, I can’t.” “Why’s that?” “Because then you’d know who I am, if I wanted people to know that I wouldn’t wear a mask in the first place.” “So? You know who I am. Why should I trust you if you don’t trust me?” He clearly couldn’t come up with an excuse. He sighed loudly before grabbing his backpack and walking into my bathroom. Moments later, a teenage boy wearing jeans and a dorky t shirt came strolling out. “Holy shit, you’re a baby.” I definitely could’ve said that better, but Jesus Christ he looked fifteen. Peter did not appreciate my comment. “I’m not a baby! I’m fifteen,” he said strongly, but it was too adorable to not chuckle at. “If you’re fifteen, you are a baby.” “How old are you then?” “Sixteen, you gain a lot of wisdom between fifteen and sixteen you know.” He scoffed at my joke before sitting down next to me on my bed. “Whatever, you owe me a story.” I groaned, I was hoping he had forgotten about that part. “So, believe it or not, I wasn’t always the sweetheart who works down at the bodega—” “Wait, people seriously think you’re a sweetheart?” Peter asked giggling. Once he saw my glare he quickly apologized, “Okay, sorry, sorry, continue.” “As I was saying, I wasn’t always like this. I used to hang out with a pretty bad bunch. I was sneaking out every night, taking pills, drinking, I was a wreck. Well, one night, my friends had this brilliant idea of taking all of these pills and going out to the Brooklyn Bridge. So we did. I was so messed up, I could barely walk and I didn’t really know where I was. So when we got to the bridge, I decided I wanted a better view. I climbed over the fence and was standing on a little beam. My friends were too fucked up to try to stop me… and then I fell. Basically when I woke up I had washed up on the shore, I didn’t really know what happened, so I just went home. I texted all of my friends asking what happened the night before. I figured we had went to shore to go skinny dipping or something stupid like that. They were all terrified when they heard from me, they thought I was dead and they were too afraid to report anything. They told me that I fell off the bridge, but I didn’t believe them. I figured they had hallucinated or something. Later that day I went to take a bus, but I was running late. The bus was pulling away right as I got to it, so I started chasing after it. I chased it the entire way to the next stop. The bus driver didn’t let me on though. He kept saying I was a mutant or something like that. I chased that bus for a mile… it was going thirty five. That’s when I realized something weird happened that night. I read about stuff happening to the human body when it’s put under extreme stress, so I just figured that’s what happened. And that’s my story.” Peter looked completely dumbfounded. “Please say something,” I begged. This was the first time I had told anyone about what happened, and if even the radioactive spider kid thought I was a freak, then I definitely was. “Holy shit,” he finally muttered under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair, trying to make sense of everything I had just told him. “I thought getting bit by a spider was the coolest way to get superpowers, but I think you have me beat. Mr. Stark’s gonna freak when he hears about this…” he said making his way off the bed. “No!” I said quickly. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down onto the bed—a little too hard evidently as he started rubbing at the spot on his wrist where I had grabbed him. “You can’t tell Mr. Stark about me, no one else can know.” “What? Why not? Mr. Stark could figure out what you can do! He could help!” “No, Peter. I can’t be in that world, okay? I have my dad to take care of, and if something happened to me… after everything with my mom… he just couldn’t take it, okay?” “Okay,” he said, giving me a smile smile of reassurance. “Thank you,” I said softly. “Well, I should probably get going. Can I at least get your number? Not like, in a creepy way. Just teen-mutant to teen-mutant.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his awkwardness or his joke. So we exchanged numbers and I walked him down to the front steps of my apartment building. “Thank you, for listening to me.” “Thanks for not kicking my ass after throwing a trash can at you,” he joked. We both chuckled until suddenly we were just standing there with each other. It was a comforting silence. “Am I supposed to kiss you right now?” “What? No!” I laughed louder than ever. Of course he would ruin this nice moment. “Sorry, I’m bad at reading situations.” “You’ll learn when you turn sixteen,” I joked, giving him a wink. “Right well, I guess I should head out… By the way, I am one hundred percent going to tell Mr. Stark about you.” I went to grab his arm again, but he shot a web and was swinging off towards another building. “Peter!” I yelled at him. “I’ll call you tomorrow!” He said, his voice fading quickly as he swung away.

Today was definitely a no pants day. You had the day off from work and your class got cancelled so you had the entire day to lay in bed with Tess and work on your thesis paper. Tom was going to be shooting until the evening, so you were all set up for a day of getting shit done. You were nearly done with your rough draft when you thought you heard the front door open. “That’s odd, Tom’s not supposed to be home for another hour,” you mumbled to yourself. It only took a moment to convince yourself that it was just a UPS guy or Tess messing with the handle. You were completely refocused on your editing when the door to the bedroom swung open. You gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion, but it was only your loving boyfriend. “God you scared me! How was shooting?” You asked, but he didn’t respond. Instead he just ripped his shirt off and laid down next to your legs. He spread them open and fit himself in between them. You were lying on your stomach, giving Tom perfect access to your particularly bare bum. He began massaging it and placing little kisses and nips, whispering “god, you have the most perfect ass.” “Tom! What’re you doing?” You chuckled as he began massaging harder. It wasn’t until he began pulling your underwear down that you flipped yourself around to face him. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils were dilated, making his deep brown eyes nearly black. Instead of answering he just pulled himself upward and began pressing desperate kisses along your jawline. Finally he broke the kiss and looked into your eyes with a hunger you hadn’t seen in a while. “I was going through my pictures at work, and I saw the one you sent me a couple weeks ago. The one where you were wearing that bra I love so much. It’s all I was able to think about, baby,” he admitted almost sheepishly. You were somewhat shocked that a mere picture that you quickly sent him before changing for work could get him this worked up. There was a moment of silence as you were thinking of what to say next. “I’ve had a hard-on for like, three hours,” Tom eventually blurted out. You couldn’t help it. You threw your head back into the pillow, laughing so hard that tears were almost falling down your cheeks. “Dear God, you poor thing,” you laughed out. “Why is it that part of me almost wants to make you suffer more?” You asked teasingly. God, his face was priceless. Mouth agape, eyes wide; he really thought you were going to torture him. But you knew there was no way you’d be able to resist him. You pulled him down for another kiss. He bit your bottom lip and pulled it slightly while running his tongue across the bit in his teeth. When he released your lip and came back in for another kiss you let your mouth part open slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue in. He explored every corner of your mouth while slipping a hand up the sweatshirt, palming your breasts. Suddenly, the desire hit you. You wanted him more than ever and wanted to let him know it. You skillfully undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Aware of what you were doing, Tom broke the kiss to look you in the eyes, “I love you so much,” he whispered. He always made sure to tell you that he loved you before you two did anything sexual, you loved it so much. “I love you too,” you whispered back before slipping your hand into his jeans and working his length through his boxers. Tom let out ragged huffs at the long awaited touch. You could tell how worked up he was, and since the two of you hadn’t been intimate for a few days because of your busy schedules, you were pretty worked up too. Suddenly an idea popped into your head and you knew exactly how to make the few days without each other worth it. “Get a tie,” you breathed into his ear. He shuddered at your hot breath on his neck before nodding. He got up quickly and nearly ran into the closet, quickly returning with a black tie. He smirked and bit his lip as he reached for your wrists. Tying you up wasn’t uncommon for the two of you, Tom loved being dominate and you loved that about him. But you had a different plan in mind tonight. You pulled your wrists from his grip. He looked at you confused, but you merely shook your head pushed him down so that he was laying on his back. You took the tie from his hands before grabbing them and holding them above his head. You could see the sheer excitement in his eyes as he realized what was about to happen. You tied his wrists to one of the posts in the headboard, tight. He bit his lip in the slight pain from the tightness, but you could tell he liked it—something you both had in common. Once he was secured to the bed, you began kissing down his stomach. Small satisfied moans escaped his lips as you got farther and farther down his torso. When you reached his jeans you slowly unzipped them, letting the anticipation grow even stronger. You began tugging them down. Tom did what he could to shimmy himself out of them. When he was finally rid of the denim, you began placing kisses along the hem of his boxers. The muscles in his thighs would twitch with nearly every kiss. “Please,” he whispered, barely audible. You smiled widely at the power you had over him. But he had been so good, he deserved to be rewarded. You reached for the band of his boxers and pulled down, allowing his hard length to spring free. Even though you had seen it a million times, his size always intimidated you. You locked eyes with him, and licked your lips dramatically before slipping them over the head. He moaned loudly, clearly overwhelmed by the amount of teasing you put him through. You sucked lightly at first, letting the taste of his pre-cum fill your mouth. When you were ready, you took almost his whole length, pumping what you couldn’t reach with your hands. He tugged at his restraints, desperate to run his fingers through your hair. You smirked at his attempts before continuing your motions, bringing him closer and closer to a climax with each bob of your head or flick of your tongue. His breath became shaky and you knew he was close, but you weren’t going to let him have it that easy. You came up from your work and Tom let out a desperate groan at the loss of contact. You tried to hide it, but you were absolutely throbbing for him. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you, so you gracefully pulled yourself up so that you were straddling him. “Doing all right?” You teased. Tom looked to be absolutely spent, but god it made him look even sexier. “Oh just fuck me already,” you both chuckled at his eagerness. You lined yourself up above him and slowly lowered yourself down. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned once you had finally allowed him to fill you up. You were absolutely dripping, and you felt your wetness running down your thigh when you came back up only to grind against him once again. Tom tugged at his restraints once more, going to place his hands on your hips. You stopped your motions and gave him a raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” he promised. The phrase that so often came from your mouth sounded so sexy coming out of his. You continued to grind on him again, allowing moans to escape your lips as the pleasure grew and grew. You could feel the heat in you cheeks rise as the coil in your stomach began to tighten. “Let me kiss you,” Tom blurted out suddenly. Grinning at his desires, you leaned forward to kiss him again. You loved kissing during sex, you felt more connected than ever. This new angle felt even better, and you could tell you wouldn’t be able to keep going much longer. Loud moans and whines slipped through your lips as you pushed yourself closer to the edge, “oh fuck, Tom!” You practically shouted as the coil finally came undone. Tom lifted his hips up so that he could help you ride out your high. When you came down, you started grinding faster and harder, knowing that it would bring Tom to orgasm as well. Soon, his breath was heavy again and his arms were instinctively pulling against the tie. “Fuck, babe, oh you gotta stop. Oh fuck I’m gonna…” before he could finish his sentence you got off of him and slid down in between his legs again. Just as you put his length in between your lips, you felt his cock throb. The familiar taste of his hot cum filled your mouth as he groaned and squirmed beneath you. When he had released completely, you let yourself fall on the bed next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist and resting your head on his chest. “Hey, babe,” he said suddenly, “are you gonna untie me or?” “Oops!” You laughed, “sorry, I’m not quite used to this role.” You undid the knots that had him restrained and rubbed at the redness of his wrists. “I think that was the sexiest thing you’ve ever done,” he admitted as he pulled you under his arm again. “Even sexier than roleplaying Spider-Man?” Tom was silent for a moment, “Okay that was the second sexiest thing you’ve ever done.” The two of you busted out laughing at his verdict. “I’m sorry I distracted you from your schoolwork, babe.” “Definitely worth it,” you said smiling up at him, “besides, I needed a break.” “Well, back to work for you. I’m gonna go make dinner, I’ll call you when it’s ready.” He hopped out of bed and threw a pair of sweatpants on. Before he left you to your schoolwork he placed a warm kiss on your forehead, “I love you so much.” “I love you more.”

Peter’s POV I had just finished toying with my web fluid formula when Mr. Stark walked into the lab. “Everything okay Spiderling? You seem distracted,” he said as he sat down across from me. It took me a second to reply, “Mr. Stark, do you know about everyone in New York City with… powers?” “I know about all of them, that doesn’t mean they’re all Avengers.” “So you know about Y/n?” “Who?” “So you don’t know about everyone with powers.” “Peter, just because a girl is able to make certain parts in your pants grow, doesn’t mean she has powers. That’s called—” “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” I quickly cut him off before the blush on my cheeks could get any brighter. “But what about teenage girls who can throw three hundred pound guys across an alley while fighting off another two?” That finally caught Mr. Stark’s attention. “Hm, yeah that sounds more like powers.” “So what are we going to do?” “Nothing. We’ll just wait until she’s a problem or we need her. In the meantime, stay out of it. Deal?” “Of course, Mr. Stark.” I tried my best to sound convincing, but I could tell Mr. Stark didn’t believe me. “You’re gonna try to find her, aren’t you?” It took me a few seconds to decide whether or not I should lie. “Yeah, probably.” I finally admitted. Mr. Stark simply nodded his head, knowing that I was going to do something stupid. “Well, good luck. Remember that grey area.” He got up from the lab table and made his way out. “How the hell am I going to find her?” I muttered to myself before continuing my web alterations.

“Uhh, yeah, sounds great.” He gave me a wink as he grabbed his bag and walked out of the studio. “Care to explain?” Asked Jazz, giving me an eyebrow. “Okay so maybe Tom and I worked out our differences last night.”
“Sounds like you worked out a lot more than that.” Her (very true) comment earned laughter from all of my friends. “Funny, look we just want to make a really great dance together. That’s the end of it.” “Right, well let us go how tonight goes… love.” I rolled my eyes at her imitating Tom’s voice and made my way to my car. By the time eight o’clock rolled around, I was strangely antsy to see Tom. I did everything I could to make the next two hours go by faster: watching dance videos, doing homework, playing with my dog, nothing worked. But finally, 9:30 rolled around so I figured I should start getting ready. I was picking out a leo when my phone started ringing. I groaned thinking it was going to be one of my friends calling to ask about Tom, but instead it was the devil himself. “Hello?” I answered, confused as why he would call me so close to our studio time. “Hello love, I’m at the studio and—” “That’s early,” I didn’t mean to say it, but I let it slip. “Yeah well, to be honest I just wanted to give you shit for being ‘late’,” he chuckled, “but it looks like someone’s doing a class in the studios until eleven.” “Shit, I knew I should’ve reserved it.” “Well I know it’s not ideal, but we could rehearse at my house? If we push the couches out of the way there would be enough room and there’s hardwood floors so…” Why was I so nervous to agree to go to his house? “Uhh, yeah that’s fine. Where do you live?” “I’ll text the address, see you soon, love.” As soon as I hung up I got a text from Tom with his address, so I grabbed my bag and made my way. My heart was pounding the entire way, but it pounded eve more when I pulled into his driveway. Tom’s house was nice. I went to text him to let him know I was here, but when I grabbed my phone I saw the front door swing open. Tom was leaning in the doorframe when I reached the front porch, clad in joggers and a tank top that was so loose I could see most of his body through the arm holes. “Glad you decided to show up,” he joked. “Oh I’m sorry I couldn’t get to your house before you did,” I retorted. Our chuckles were cut off by a loud crash coming from behind Tom. “Paddy!” Tom yelled. “Sorry!” A little boy squeaked behind him before running up to the door. “Paddy this is Y/n, her and I dance together.” “Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He held out a tiny hand for me to shake. “Well aren’t you a gentleman? Clearly you don’t take after your big brother.” I joked while shaking his hand. “Who’s at the door?” A voice called from somewhere in the house. It was clearly an older man, his father. I assumed. “Looks like you’re meeting the whole family,” Tom said before taking my hand and leading me inside and towards the kitchen. His mother and father were sitting at the kitchen counter and two boys who looked around the same age were at the table. “This is Y/n, she’s my dance partner for gallery so we’re gonna practice in the basement tonight.” Everyone introduced themselves, and Tom’s twin brothers seemed particularly excited to meet me. “They’re not used to pretty girls coming over,” Paddy explained, making me blush instantly. “Paddy!” Sam yelled at him, to which he only shrugged off. “That’s only because Tom never brings girls over,” Harry stated, earning a punch in the arm from Tom. “You look very familiar,” his mother said, trying to remember where she had seen me before. “Remember that girl who fell at gallery two years ago, that was her.” “Thomas!” His mother scolded before playfully hitting him on the shoulder, “well, you’re a very talented young woman, Y/n.” “Thank you, Mrs. Holland.” “Well we’re going to go downstairs and finish our dance.” Tom took my hand before pulling me out of the kitchen. “It was nice meeting you!” I yelled before I was dragged out of sight. “I’m sorry, they’re so embarrassing,” Tom said bashfully as we made our way downstairs. “No, they’re really sweet.” He rolled his eyes in disagreement. Tom was right, he basement was kind of perfect for rehearsing, once the couches were all pushed out of the way that is. So there we sat on his floor, stretching and talking about our days, spitballing ideas for the last few eight counts, and it all felt so natural. I couldn’t believe that just a couple of days ago he was my least favorite person on earth. Dancing with him was even better. We effortlessly went through the moves we decided on yesterday, and making new choreo was so easy. It’s like we were synced. We decided that the last pose should be somewhat spontaneous, so each time we ended in a different one—each one getting more and more provocative. Soon, all I could think about was our kiss, and how badly I wanted to relive that moment. After a couple of hours, we were happy with the dance that we had made and were only rehearsing to bring it closer to perfection. We were running through the dance one last time, and were on the final eight count. But this run-through seemed different. One, two— why was he looking at me like that? Three, four— and why was he biting his lip so much? Five, six— was he pulling me in closer than usual? Seven, eight— he unexpectedly lifted me up for the final pose. I wrapped my legs around him to hold myself up. I waited for him to let go of his grip on me so that I could slide down, but he just kept holding me. We were so close, and he wouldn’t stop looking me in the eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered before he leaned in and kissed me. It was even more magical than the first time. This time I wasn’t afraid to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. I felt him walking towards the couch before he plopped himself down on it, leaving me in his lap. The kisses were growing more and more desperate, and his hands began roaming all over my body. This wasn’t a familiar feeling, but I had watched enough chick flicks to know what it was that I wanted. I started pulling his tank top off of his body, and he broke the kiss so I could lift it over his head. God he was fit. I couldn’t help but run my hands over his body, tracing his abs with my fingertips. Tom grabbed ahold of my hips, guided them forwards and backwards on his lap. The new friction only slightly relieved the desire I had for him. Those wants quickly turned into needs when he started placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. “Tom,” I whined unexpectedly. I could feel him smile against my neck before lifting me off his lap and laying my on my back. He moved the straps of my leotard down and began sliding it down my arms. It wasn’t until it was halfway down my stomach that I realized my upper half was completely exposed. I quickly lifted my arms up to cover my chest. Tom frowned at my reaction, and began lifting my leo back up. “I’m sorry, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable.” “No!” I said quickly, “That’s not it, I promise. I want this.” I lifted my arms from my chest and used them to pull Tom into a kiss again. His hands began trailed down my stomach, reaching down my leotard. He began rubbing his fingers against my underwear, I moaned into the kiss at the new feeling. My reaction motivated him to go further, he pushed my panties to the side and rested a finger against my heat. I could tell he was waiting for my approval. I merely nodded, but that was all it took. He pushed into me and began pumping, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. My moans grew louder as his pace increased, and each one made him go faster or kiss my neck harder. I was in such a storm of ecstasy that I didn’t even notice the bulge growing against my leg, but when I finally did I realized that his actions could be reciprocated. I was nervous at first, but started timidly palming his bulge. His moans reassured me, and I started go faster to match his speed. But I wanted more. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his joggers and started pulling down. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, shocked. To be honest, I was shocked by my own actions, but I knew what I wanted. I bit my lip and glanced down at his pants that were only half covering his bulge at this point. He gulped at my persistence, then quickly helped my remove his joggers. Once he was merely in his boxers, I realized that it was my turn to strip. Hooking my thumbs in my tights, I slowly slid out of them, leaving myself in nothing but a thin pair of lace panties. Tom licked his lips as he looked me up and down, “holy shit,” he mumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows at his comment, and quickly reassured me with a, “you are so sexy.” I couldn’t help but smile at his comment. His lips crashed back into mine before he started palming my breast as he grinded against me. “Do-do you… have a-a condom?” I asked in between kisses. He sprung up from the kiss, a huge smile on his face. It was dorky as hell, but after all he was a teenage boy, so the idea of sex made him down right giddy. “Come with me.” With that he took my hand and led me through a door down the hallway of his basement. It was his bedroom. The walls were covered with Billy Eliot posters and pictures of him and the cast of The Impossible. I went and sat on his bed as he fumbled through his closet before pulling  out a box of condoms. “Jackpot.” I pulled him back in for more kisses as he fumbled with the box. He was finally successful with the box, and pulled back to rip open the foil with his teeth. I laid back onto his bed as he crawled over me. I worked my hands into his boxers enough to pull them down. When he was finally free of them, I couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him. I knew bigger guys were supposed to feel better, but that looked painful.  He could obviously see the worry on my face because he pulled my chin up so we were looking each other in the eyes again, “I’ll be gentle, yeah?” I just smiled softly and nodded my head. He pulled at my panties and I lifted my hips to help him pull them off. He slid the condom on before lining himself up at my entrance. He pressed a heavy kiss on my lips as he slid himself in slowly. Instinctively, I dug my nails into his back at the feeling. He stopped inside of me, allowing my to adjust. “Are you okay?” He was being sincere, I could see it in his eyes. “Better than okay,” I stated. He smiled down out me and began to move. He kept his promise, he was gentle. He was definitely holding back from what he could’ve done, and probably what he wanted to do, all so that I would feel more comfortable. It didn’t take long before I was satisfied,  which allowed him to focus on himself. Soon we were just laying in his bed, spooning. Every once I a while he’d place a little kiss on my cheek or shoulder. I shot up when I realized the time. “Holy shit, I have to get home. My mom’s probably freaking out.” Tom helped me gather together all of my things before he walked me out to my car. “Another magical experience you can cross off the list thanks to Tom Holland,” he joked when we reached my car. “Damn, you’re just gonna take all of my firsts aren’t you?” “That’s the goal, have you ever had a boyfriend?” “Ha!” I scoffed before rolling my eyes, “yeah right.” “Good, that’s the next one I’m after. Dinner tomorrow?” “Uhh, sure,” I barely stuttered out, completely taken aback by his statement. “Perfect.” He pressed another kiss on my lips before opening up the door for me. I slid in and before I could shut the door he said, “text me once you get home safe.” With that, he shut my car and waved me off. So much can change within a few days.

“Hey, baby,” you chimed. “Hello, love. I’m about to order takeout so I was wondering when you’ll be home.” “I’m about to pass Second Street, should be home in twenty.” “Perfect, I’ve got a bottle of Rosé and Casablanca.” “You have no idea how perfect that sounds. I’ve had such a-” you were cut off by a loud crash followed by horns blaring. “Y/n? Y/n!” Tom yelled and yelled without a response, all he could hear was yelling and horns. He grabbed his keys and sped off to the intersection you were at when the call ended. He had never driven so quickly before, but he had to get to you. When he arrived at the scene, you were being carted off to an ambulance in a stretcher. He screamed your name as he sprinted over to you. Policemen kept trying to hold him back from approaching the scene, but he ripped himself away from their grasp. You were being lifted into the ambulance when he finally reached you. His wails were earth-shattering. He just wanted to grab you and take you into his arms but the medics were holding him back, warning him that touching you could hurt you more. They offered to let him ride in the ambulance with you and gave him clearance to hold your hand. Before the doors closed, he was able to rub the tears away from his eyes to see the scene. Your car was sitting on the driver’s side, the door was crushed and the window was shattered. The windshield was taken off in order to get you out of the car. A semi had ran a red light and T-boned your car. He had been driving for over 24 hours and he had fallen asleep at the wheel. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. It’s all gonna be okay,” he kept whispering in your ear between sobs. Once the ambulance finally reached the hospital you were rushed to the ER. Tom was forced to wait in your room until they had stabilized you. You were out for another two hours after you arrived. You woke up with a ringing in your ears, and went to cover your eyes from the harsh hospital lights. Tom instantly rushed to your side taking your hand in his. He kept repeating, “Baby, it’s all okay. Everything is going to be all right, darling.” “What happened?” You asked, examining all of the tubes that were connected to your body. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Tom. I crashed the Audi. I’m so sorry, I don’t even know what happened, I’m so-” You were cut off by Tom’s shushing. “Stop, don’t get worked up, okay? It wasn’t your fault. All that matters is that you’re okay.” His eyes were puffy and his lips were swollen. “I thought I lost you.” “It’s okay Tom, I’m here. I’m always going to be here.” You weren’t allowed to leave until they ran more tests and made sure you were safe. It was going to be hours of sitting there, so Tom had Harrison bring over takeout and his laptop. It wasn’t the night you had planned, but watching Casablanca on Tom’s laptop while sharing the hospital bed and eating takeout wasn’t half bad. Finally the doctor came back. “I’m happy to see you’ve settled in, but I assure you, you will be able to go home within the next hour. You will need to come back in two weeks to get the stitches out of your arm from a shard of glass, and you’ll be prescribed pain killers for the bruising, try your best to only take them to aid with sleeping. Now, is this your significant other?” He  motioned towards your boyfriend. “Yes,” you answered, “he’s allowed to stay right?” “Yes of course, in fact, he should be here for this.” He shut the door behind him as he flipped through some papers. You and Tom looked at each other with scrunched eyebrows. “Is he the only one you’ve been sexually active with for the past few months.” “Uhh, he’s the only one I’ve been sexually active with for over two years. I swear to god if you gave me some weird British STD I’ll kill you,” you joked at Tom. “Not quite, you’re about two months pregnant Ms. Y/L/N. Thank goodness, no harm was done in the crash.” You and Tom looked at each other, wide-eyed. “That’s impossible.” You said, laughing pathetically. “Right babe? It’s impossible.” “Well,” Tom started. “What do you mean, ‘well?’” “I mean, there was the night after Harrison’s birthday party. Remember? We couldn’t find a wrapper anywhere and we just kinda hoped we used a condom?” “We ran the test multiple times, each coming back positive. Congratulations to you both,” the doctor said walking out. Tears welled up in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. “Tom, what are we going to do?” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, tears were streaming down your face that was buried in your hands. “What do you mean, what are we going to do?” He asked, pulling you in closer. “Tom, we’re kids. We can’t have one. Oh my god, I’ve ruined your life. Your career. My career.” “No, Y/N, stop. You haven’t ruined anything. I know you’re scared, but isn’t this kind of what you always imagined? Ever since the first day I met you, I’ve planned on spending the rest of my life with you. Getting married, having kids, moving to a house with a huge garden in London. You’ll be a doctor and our kid will get your brains, and my devilish good looks.” You punched his shoulder for his joke. “That wasn’t supposed to happen for years though.” “Well, we’re just getting a head start, and doing things a little out of order. There is no one else I’d ever want to start a family with, baby. You’re going to be an amazing mom.” A knock at your door caught your attention, “Come in!” It was a nurse telling you that you were good to go home. So you gathered your things, and made your way back to your house. Ready to discuss the details of your soon-to-be new life as parents.

I woke up with a start. I remembered what had happened last night, but I kept trying to convince myself that it was all a bad dream. “What the hell have I done?” I muttered to myself. Tears started welling up at the reality of it all. My light sobs woke Tom up. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Tom asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “God, we’ve fucked up, Tom. We’ve really fucked up.” “No, we didn’t. He hurt you, you can’t blame yourself for how you chose to feel better.” It was true. What did I owe him? He cheated on me. He treated me horribly. He was the one who ruined us. I let out a defeated sigh before searching for my phone. It was nearly noon and I had a new text from Harrison: I don’t expect you to forgive me, ever. But you deserve to know that I’m checking into a rehab center tonight. I have a problem, Y/n. I see that now, and I wish I would’ve seen it sooner. I’ve ruined the one thing that mattered most to me. I love you, Y/n. Tell Tom thank you for taking care of you last night, and that I’m sorry. Maybe I’ll see you guys in a couple of weeks, goodbye. What the fuck have I done.