Tissues and books laying around, your much-loved cup which was now empty next you as you occupied the living room. Your laptop in front of you while you were desperately trying to finish last minute projects your professors had assignment.

Zendaya watching you from the kitchen, shaking her head over her stubborn vivid friend. A plan already forming in her head and a hand on her phone to text a certain someone.

Z is your roommate. Original met during your high school years, your friendship blossomed even more after school was finished. She was one of your best friends and you constantly missed her when she was on the road, filming for a new movie.

You were proud to say the least. Because she was crushing her own goals and living her dream. All while being this amazing being. With Z’s career came also new friends and if she could, she would try to at least introduce them to you.  

One of the friends was Tom. The brown haired Brit was special to you. He was not only good looking and talented but also extremely kind. And you had been crushing on Tom even since meeting him for the first time while filming on the first Spiderman a few years ago.

Sadly, you couldn’t spend a lot of time with him, Z and the rest of the cast. Filming started picking up soonish and you would have to take your exams in that time. There would be no way to spend time together, let alone the cold that was bothering you right now.

“You have to lay low for a while at least, Y/N/N.” Your favourite cup was shoved into your hands, filled with yet another tea, as Zendaya was standing in front of you. “I have to finish this, Z.” You could already feel your nose start running again. “Well, how do you plan on taking your exams if you still sick?” She was trying to take your laptop but your grip was stronger as you looked her jokingly into the eyes. “Dead or sick.” Z was rolling her eyes over you. Again, not the first time in the last days.

“Whatever you say.” She took her jacket and keys before walking to the door and taking her keys and phone. “I have a few things to do. But Tom said he would be dropping by later. Please, let him in if I’m not back until then.”

“Sure.” Your cheeks already heating up when thinking of him. Zendaya gave you a little smile and wave before closing the door behind her.

Truth to be said… By now you usually would start to get ready to look at least a little decent for Tom. But you didn’t feel like it today, the cold taking its toll on your plus you hoped Z would be back before he would arrive. You tried your best to leave a little impression on him. However, he was just a friend or something along the line and you doubt that he would look at you the same way.

He was Tom Holland. Someone who could probably have a lot of girls. Your insecurities were definitely showing. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Positive thinking as Z preached you.

The next hours you spend continuing to work on a presentation for your psychology class and sipping on your tea. You almost forgot that Tom wanted to come over until the doorbell buzzed.

Too intrigued you jumped at the sound. Picking up your tissues and throwing them away before making your way to the door. Going through your hair one last time to make yourself at least a little bit approachable.

Tom smiled at you when he opened the door. Wearing his usual jeans and a black Punisher hoodie together with a jeans jacket. “Hey love.” He greeted and was about to hug you before you took a step back. Throwing your hands up to him. His face sinking for a moment before you explained. “I’m sick and you shouldn’t get infected.”

His smile right back and despite your words, he pressed himself against you. Your arms automatically making their way around his waist. “Missed you.” He mumbled in your hair and you could feel yourself heating up again. Missing his smell since your nose was stuffed.

You let him go, smiling a little bit. “Do you want something to drink?” Making your way into the kitchen and opening the fridge and searching for something to offer Tom. “Just water, please.” He was standing in front of the sofa. “Shouldn’t you be relaxing, Darling? You’re sick.” He asks, one of your many books that were laying around in his hand.

You were handing him the bottle before sitting down and placing your Laptop back into your lap. “I don’t have time. Exams are coming up.” Tom took his seat next to you. Watching as you started to type again. After a while he started playing with your hair. Gently placing it behind you ear. “You can’t take them when you’re sick.” He whispered.

“That’s what you believe.” You smiled cheekily at him before taking another tissue. Trying to get rid of the stuffed nose. “Sorry.” Thank god, the headache was taking a break for now.

“It’s fine, love.” He stopped playing with your hair and feeling on your forehead for a moment. “But you should really relax a little bit. Your skin is glowing.” His voice sounded concerned. “Tom… I can’t. I really have to finish that. Plus you really shouldn’t touch me. You will get sick.” He rolled his eyes at you while taking a sip of his water. Watching you for a while before offering. “What about we finish it together and after that we going to watch a film.”

You turned your attention away from your project, now really looking at Tom. “You really don’t need to do it.” Without another word, he took your laptop away from you and looking over what you had been typing. Making you snort over his crumpling face.

Together you spend a while. Tom typing your notes or putting pictures and graphs in while you put together your flashcards and looking over his work. Just a few words were traded. It was good spending time with and you enjoyed being alone with him. Even while you two were working on Uni stuff. You did miss Tom while he was back in England and felt yourself wishing you could see him more.

You didn’t realise that you were watching him until he glanced at you. Smiling and showing that he was done. You flustered at being caught watching him. “What?” A simple laugh escaped him. “Why are you helping me?” Tom saved your document one last time before placing it on the table in front of him.

“Missed you and if this is the way to spend time with you that’s how we do it.” His legs were crossed over and his body faced you. His voice was quiet and he played with his own hands while saying it. He looked back at you when you didn’t answer. A small smile playing on your lips. You both being shy in each other presence.

“Let’s finish this or do you want to watch the film now?” He suddenly asks. “Tom!” You laughed as he put up his hands in defeat and sudden topic change. “Ok, Ok. Got it. Finish work first.”

Tom walked into the kitchen, doing something. You were looking at your computer. Clicking over what done had done and were impressed. He did really good and you were thankful for his help. But his words didn’t leave your mind. He actually wanted to spend time with you and he missed you.

Your heart was thumbing over his words and you could feel yourself smiling a lot wider.

Tom came back shortly after you closed the project and put the computer away. A cup and a bowl in his hand. He handed you the cup and saw that he had heated up some leftover soup for you. “Thank you.” He smiled at you. “Welcome, love.” Taking all the books and placing them away.

You opened Netflix and got some blankets for Tom and yourself. “You choose. You’re the guest.” Wanting to pass the TV remote to him after you sat down. “You’re the sick, little one. You choose.” You two settled on the office. You could feel him right next to you as you two were following the series. After you finished the soup, you put down the bowl and took the cup with tea he made. Tom even remembered your favourite flavour it seemed.

“Zendaya said you guys wanted to meet?” You questioned him after the first episode ended. “She planned on running lines for the next scenes we do together.” He looked at you. The next episode now playing more quietly in the background. “What are they about?” Curiosity getting the best of you. “You know I can’t tell you about it.” You poked his cheek, laughing about him. “But you’re Spoilerman.” He fake frowned at you. “Just kidding. Don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Would be worth it but I’m still not telling you.” Tom teased. “Are you feeling relaxed?” He asks while you further cuddled yourself into the blanket. “Little bit.” Tom threw his arm around you, pulling your back into his chest. “Come here.” You tried to insist, not wanting him to catch onto your flu. “B-But I’m getting you sick.”

“Don’t care.” He put your blanket back around you before placing his arms around your shoulders, pressing you against him. He gave you soft kisses on the head while you continued to watch the office. The kisses were light and he didn’t intend for you to feel them. Hoping you were intrigued enough with the episode.  “Missed you, love.” He whispered and if you were not already flushed enough, you would be by now. “You already said that.” You whispered back while taking his hands, squeezing them. “I missed you, too.” You heard yourself saying back.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You continued. “Always.” Tom didn’t stop placing the kisses on your head. Always leaving a little bit of time in between.

It was now or never situation. You could just ask him. Taking all the confidence and finally saying the words you had been thinking since he started cuddling you. “I would ask you to finally really kiss me but I’m too sick.”

“Don’t want to kiss you now, either.” Your heart sank at Toms words. You had ruined it all. Swearing to yourself for screwing up before you turned around to apologize. He beat you to it. “I needed to take you on a date first.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you could see how his cheeks turned scarlet red now. W-Wou-Would you l-like to go on a date with me?” You ask in a higher pitched voice. “S-Sure.” He answered. “As soon as you feel better. I’m taking you out.”

Beaming now at each other, you two laughed. Before settling back into your position. Tom and you were going on a date and you couldn’t wait for it.

“I wanted to ask you for a really long time now.” He admitted. “Really?” Playing with his hands nervously. “Yeah, Haz and Z were getting on my nerves with it. They really wanted me to ask you, too.” You rolled your eyes over your friends. “Of course, they would.”

“Hey, you two.” Zendaya greeted the two of you as she opened the door. However, she started laughing as she saw you two sitting together on the sofa. No, surprises there. “Knew it.” Turning around and watching her. “Z.” You playfully glared “Well, you two kids have fun. See you later.” Z winked her eyes at you and made her way to her room.

Tom and you shaking your heads over your friend. Even more when you saw that she posted a picture of the two of you cuddling into the big group chat. One comment under it Finally.

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Her laughter fades and her eyes shift from the guests in front of her to Tom. A small smile sprouts on her lips as she eyes him. His suit a size too small as it clings to his buffer frame since he last wore it. His wrists show a good inch past the jacket arms. His tie too long, hanging past the button on the navy blue slacks. His hair had his fingers raked through it one too many times and the blood shot eyes left the new bride knowing exactly that Tom was indeed drunk, on her wedding day. Tom Holland, her best friend couldn’t even put a little effort in for her special day. With a soft smile and a nod, the princess of the night excuses herself and grips her dress at each end to hold it up so she can quickly cross the room to Tom.

“Come here.” She mumbles as she passes. Tom gathers himself and follows after. They enter an empty room with make up and day closes strewn about. The conclusion is this was where Y/n had gotten prepared for earlier. Where she had been transformed from a girl to a bride. It almost intensifies the pain in Tom’s chest by being in here.

“I can’t believe you’re drunk Tom!” Her words cut deep and maybe it’s the champagne or maybe it’s that he’s held this in too long that the dam is breaking. Without a second thought a flood breaks loose.

“Y/n really? You can’t believe I’m drunk?” He shoots back leaning against the wall looking at her dress covered feet. When his eyes finally flick up to face her she holds an exasperated expression and moves her arm to inquire more of an explanation. The cloudy headed boy rolls his tongue over his lips as he sucks in a breath before continuing.

“I can’t believe you’ve never noticed really. Y/n from the first time I saw you, you-you stole my heart Y/n. I knew from the very first moment you introduced yourself. I wanted you. I wanted to make you mine. A-and. And when you read your poems or the songs you’ve written, the songs you’ve only ever shared with me. I wished. I wish they’re about me.” Tom has to correct himself from speaking in past tense because no matter what, the love he has for the girl before him, he’ll always have hope. He could never give up the girl of his dreams. He can’t bring himself to raise his eyes to look at her. His vision now fuzzy not from one too many glasses but from tears. His heart can’t take the pent up pain and it now releases itself in tears. He pinches the bridge of his nose to not only conceal his face from her but in an effort to stop crying.

“I know. I know you’re married now. God you’re married. I can’t believe that sentence just left my mouth.” He tries to continue but the more he speaks aloud, the more reality hits him in the face. A strangled cry leaves his throat as he speaks and he pulls at his collar suddenly feeling too tight. As he runs a hand trough his hair, he’s lost count at how many times he’s done this action tonight, he blinks up at the vaulted ceiling with his signature holland puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t think he deserves you Y/n. Hell nobody deserves you. You’re too good. Too good for any asshole of a guy. I’m not even good enough for you.” The unraveling boy continues in his monologue all while Y/n stands there tears welling in her eyes at her best friend. Her best friend she’ll only see as a best friend. But a best friend she’s never intended to hurt this way.

“I’ve been there to wipe your tears before, but I want to be the one who not only can wipe your tears but can truly make you feel better. I want to be the one who can kiss your lips Y/n. God, can I just be him?” He questions rhetorically. He knows fully well he was born Tom Holland and Tom Holland was not the name of your new husband and he’ll never be him. Tom slides himself down the wall and folds into his chest, knees pulled tightly to his inward. He lets out gasps as he sobs. Mumbling “can I be him? Can I be him? Can I be him?” Over and over in a chant as he rocks back and forth hitting his back against the wall harder each time. Maybe wishing dust would fall off the old chapel walls and make his wish come true like in your favorite movie 13 going on 30. But even in Tom’s drunken state he knows no mater how hard he cried or how many wishes he made, he’d never be him.

“Tommy, oh my god Tommy. Please don’t cry, I’m-I’m so sorry.” Y/n drops in front of Tom not caring about the pearl white dress staying pearl white. She needs to consul her best friend right now. Her words fall on deaf ears though as Tom pushes her hands away from him.

“Y/n, do you love me?” He looks up eyes even more bloodshot now. His eyebrows are pulled downward trying to hold back the continual tears. “Do you?” He asks again forcing an answer.

“Tommy of course I do but just not like I love him.” Y/n answers and looks down sadly. If only the love she does have for him would be enough. But it’s not enough for Tom.

“Then don’t. Don’t try to help just-just go.” His voice almost cracks as he pushes the bride, his best friend, the love of his life away. Slowly she stands and with a small nod exits the room. Another resemblance Tom held with love in films and novels is the pain. The pain of unrequited love.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!