#SAY HELLO PLS THANK YOU AND GOODBYE OR ILL BLOW UP YOUR CAR

[solstheimtxt]

Me when i get put on drive thru/front counter service and go full polite customer service on people and theyre still rude as fuck:

[almightyhollands]

Trust: Part 4

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: @my-aesthetic-failures came up with literally all of this so someone pls tell her she’s amazing ALSO BIG SHOUT OUT TO MAR FOR LITERALLY BEGGING ME TO NOT POST THIS I LOVE YOU BBY

A/N: ps if you can’t change a tire come to me and ill teach you bye

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 5

“Don’t laugh at me.” Tom blanches at your greeting and raises an eyebrow, even though he know you couldn’t see him through the phone.

“What happened?” He asks, and you sigh heavily.

“I have a flat tire.” He furrows his brows and shakes his head.

“(Y/N), you know how to change a flat tire.”

“No, Thomas, I don’t.” You sigh, kicking at the flat tire as your stared down the deserted street.

“Yes, you do. I taught you how like, three years ago. You’ve done it since then.”

“Tom, do you remember what happened directly after you tried to teach me how to change a flat tire?” You huffed, your cheeks blushing as you remembered the day. Tom smirks at the memory of you bent over the hood of his car, before chuckling.

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, I kind of forgot everything you tried to teach me after that.” You shuffle uncomfortably, waiting for Tom’s response.

“Come that hard?”

“Listen here, you fucker--”

He laughs, cutting you off. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. What happened the few time that you’ve supposedly changed your tire?” He asks, grabbing his keys in anticipation for the question you were going to ask. 

“I called AAA.” He scoffs. “Anyway, I’m not far from where you’re staying, so I was wondering if you could come help me.” You sigh. Tom knew you hated asking for help, so he decided it best to not tease you about needing his help. Tom is already sliding into his car when he responds.

“Where are you?”

“Thank you.” You said, standing beside him as he took the jack out from under your car. He stands, wiping his hands on his jeans. As he stood before you, you want to cry at the rush of memories that pool in your head. His hair is tousled, the same way it looked in the mornings, and his sweatshirt is a little too large for his frame, reminding you of all the winter mornings you had woken up to him making breakfast in the kitchen.

“No problem. Were you paying attention this time?” He asks, and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, I was.”

“Good. Since we’re together, do you want to go pick up some breakfast?” He asks, and you bite your lip.

“I actually have a coffee date in like,” You check your watch. “thirty minutes. Rain check?” 

“You have a date?” He asks, and you nod, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide yourself from the brisk wind that whipped your hair around.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal. Just this guy I work with.” You can see him getting flustered, and you chuckle. “It’s just a date, Tom.”

“Yeah, no, I know. It’s fine, I’m not, like, upset or anything.” He lied, backing away towards his car. “Anyway, I have to go. I was supposed to facetime Zendaya at noon anyway.” He says, and you narrow your eyes.

He knew it was a low blow, he really did. And he knew he had no right to be upset about you going on a date because you had specifically told him that you didn’t want to be in a romantic relationship with him, but the words you had ended that sentence rung in his brain every waking hour of all his days. Right now, you had said. I don’t think we should be together for night now. But he’s overcome with anger at the thought of you going on a date with someone else.

“Oh.” You say, not sure how to respond to his situation. Tom doesn’t say goodbye, instead sitting in his car and closing his door before you can say another word. He waits for you to climb into your own car before he’s driving away with his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

It had been several days since you had spoken to Tom, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. You had called him a minimum of twice a day and sent twice as many texts, only to be screened and left on read.

Finally, after about six days of radio silence, you call Tom, ready to hear his familiar greeting set up for his voicemail, when he answers with an huff and a small, “Hello?”

“Tom? Hey.” You say, sitting up straight in shock.

“Hi, (Y/N). What’s up?” He asks, and you furrow your brows at his casual greeting.

“What?” You asked incredulously.

“I asked what’s up.”

“No, I heard what you said, I just wish I hadn’t.” You scoff. “You don’t get to ignore my calls for six days straight and not offer any explanation.”

“Hey, remember when you moved all the way across the country and ignored me for a year?” He asked rhetorically, and all you can see is red as you stand and begin to pace.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“You cheated on me! You ruined a four year relationship. We aren’t in a relationship, we’re friends. At least, we were. I’m pretty much done with you for right now.” You snap, and Tom scoffs.

“Don’t act like we aren’t something, (Y/N). I fly all the way across the country and you won’t let me leave, only for the two of us to spend everyday together and for you to try and tell me that we aren’t in a relationship.” 

“I’m sorry that I want companionship. I’m sorry that I left all my friends to get away from you. I think that making sure I’m not lonely is rectifying a little bit of what you ruined for me.”

“I think it’s best that I go back to California.”

“Yeah, I think it is for the fucking best that you go back. And I think it’s for the best if we don’t talk anymore.” You say harshly, hanging up before he can muster a reply.