missing you - tom holland imagine #4
about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises.
Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!
The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.
“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”
“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.
“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.
Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.
And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.
“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.
“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.
“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”
You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.
This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.
Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.
It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.
“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.
The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.
Your phone beeped once.
Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.
You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.
It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.
A text came in. You peeked.
Tom x : babe, what’s up? u just hung up?
10. 50 pm
Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.
10. 52 pm
Tom x : why did u decline the call?
10. 58 pm
Tom x : did i do something wrong?
11. 05 pm
You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.
Me : idk ask zendaya lmao
Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.
Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.
Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?
Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.
Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.
Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx
You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.
His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.
His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.
Probably for my reply, you thought.
When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.
Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx
“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.
He picked it up immediately after the third ring.
“Hello?” he said quickly.
“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.
“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”
“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”
You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.
Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.
Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.
You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.
You missed him so much.
And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.
The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.
There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.
You missed him too much.
Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.
Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.
You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.
Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛
Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.
Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry
Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE
Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel
Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me
Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you
Tom x : i jusT PUKED I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER
Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY
You stared at the screen, taking it all in.
Tom got drunk last night.
Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.
Instead, this was from Harrison.
Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there’s nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would’ve told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.
You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.
It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.
You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x