Sunlight filtered through the trees while you laid supine on the grass, tears watering the grass as you tried getting your thoughts straight but they were too loud for you to handle. You screamed and cried out in pain but nothing worked. Tom would have helped you but he was the last person you wanted to see.

You had fallen in love. But with the last person you thought you'd fall in love with.

It was Tom you were talking about; the nicest, most down to Earth and the goofy bastard you've known since childhood and also Hollywood's most loved celebrity. He had a giant following and you saw it first hand. If you were to be with him, it would come with a lot of obstacles down the road and you didn't know if you had the power to cross them.

Heck- if people found out that you were in love with Tom Holland, then you'd be dragged to the mud and be hated by the whole damn fandom.

"He deserves better", they'd say "he's better off with Zendaya", they'd rub into your face.

It was a scary thing and you had been through enough already.

The part that made you hurt even more was knowing that Tom could never love you back the same way- he just couldn't, right? You were just (Y/N). A normal girl who happens to be his best friend since childhood and you were a simple girl. As simple as simple girls can get.

Then there was Zendaya, the successful singer, actress, entrepreneur and ambassador in Hollywood and perfect fit for Tom and you couldn't deny it. Only a few days ago, you were certain that there was nothing stopping the two to start dating but now, a stupid game of spin the bottle ruined your friendship.

Why? You thought to yourself, why me?

You had no idea how or when you had fallen in love with him. Maybe you knew you loved him but always assumed in was just the love you'd feel for a friend. Maybe the game of spin the bottle was just a way for you to realise that you were truly and completely in love with Tom Holland- your best friend.

Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled or the way he'd run a hand through his curls when he's talking. Maybe it was his jawline or maybe it was the little kisses he'd place on your forehead. Maybe it was the memories you shared or maybe it's was the way he made you feel special, but either way, you fell in love with him.

"Fine, ignore me for the rest of the day", a smile graced on your lips as Tom walked past you to his kitchen, eyes focused on his phone screen as he missed the hand you raised for a high five.

"Yeah, Thomas, what is this? Ignoring your best friend?", Harry joked as he high fives you instead and stood beside you with his hands crossed.

"Wai- what?", Tom finally looked up from his phone screen "sorry darling, I was checking to see if I got the part or not", he chuckled, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to flutter a kiss on your nose and your forehead.

"You've been auditioning for six weeks Tom, they still didn't call?", you enquire, earning a nod from both the brothers.

"Yeah they still didn't call- oh wait", Tom cut himself off as his eyes went back to his phone again. His fingers danced around the screen and pulled his bottom lips between his teeth. A few seconds later, his nervous expression was changed into shock- eyes wide open and mouth agape.

"What happened?"

"I got the part!", he cheered, hands pumped into the air and eyes showing the epitome of accomplished happiness.

"Oh my god", you say, hand making its way over your mouth "oh my god, your playing spider man!?", you shout, joining Tom in his happy dance.

"(Y/N)! I got the part! I'm playing Spider-Man! Mum, dad, Sam, Paddy!", he yelled and within seconds the whole Holland family was standing in a circle around you and Tom, watching as the both of you celebrate his accomplishment and Tessa cowered in confusion. "I love you so much!", he yelled out of excitement, pressing a kiss to your temple "my lucky charm", he whispered in your ear before yelling in excitement again while a blush creeped onto your cheeks.

"Yeah, they've been hacked mate"

"Shut up Harry, he got the part"

The sound of a branch breaking and leaves rustling made your head snap to the side, thinking that someone was about to hurt you and your fight or flight instincts kicked in, a blast of adrenaline shot through your veins and muscles which quickly disappeared when you realised who it was.

"Go away from me, Tom", your voice barely a whisper, dry and hoarse "I don't wanna talk to you", your hand made its way to your cheeks, wiping the dryes tears with the back on your hand as you stood up to sit straight.

Tom didn't say a word, except, he took a few steps towards you. Seeing as you didn't say anything to stop him, he decided to take his chances and sit directly in front of you. He tried reaching for your hands but backed away when you flinched. The memories of his hands cupping your cheeks and gripping your waist flooding back into your head.

"You were here for quiet a while now, your parents are worried", he whispered but you shook your head.

"I don't wanna go, I wanna stay here", you made it clear, although your voice sounded weak.

"You want to talk about it?", he asked "c'mon, you have to"

"Why should I Tom?", you asked, more of a rhetorical question "why should I talk about my stress when you're hiding your stress from me?"

"I didn't hide anything from you, love. It's just small mishaps", he assured you "now tell me, what's going on?"

"I don't know", you whispered "everything's out of place and you-"

"I'm sorry for what I did, but I have my reasons. I realised I shouldn't have brought a random girl to my apartment. I'm sorry, I truly am but right now, you need to tell me what's going on", he coaxed, looking at you while you dipped your head down.

"Why does it hurt Tom?"

"What hurts?"

"My feelings. Why does it hurt me to know that you slept with someone else", you asked, more to yourself than him but you hoped that your best friend who knew your order for any restraint out there, knew the answer to this question.

"I'm feeling the same kind of pain you are but for a different reason", he nodded.

"What is that reason?"

"Knowing that you love me as more than a friend", he whispered, disbelief laced in his voice and a glint of hope. He hoped that you'd agree with him but his words just broke you even more.

"Why do you say that?", you looked up "what makes you say that?", your eyes scanned his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking but your blurry vision failed to.

"I know you do (Y/N)", he whispered "please say that you do", he begged, voice weak and hurt was evident. Heartbreak was evident and his eyes were nothing but glossy tears.

"Why?", you shook your hand slightly "why should I?"

"Because I know you do", he said "I know you love me. I know you do. No matter how many times you deny it, I know it's the truth", his voice was now loud and dare say that it was threatening to become louder. He wanted you to say. He wanted you to either tell him that you loved him and make him the happiest man alive or tell him that you didn't and break his heart once and for all. He was expecting the second one, but hoping with all his heart for the first one.

"Why? I don't understand. Why do you want me to tell you that?"

"Because (Y/N)", he leaned closer, broken eyes fixed on yours as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and let his fingers trace your jawline "I fell hopelessly in love with you"

Your eyes widened and mouth stayed slightly agape, not knowing what to say or do. You didn't move, questioning your ears if what you were hearing was real or not when you did completely comprehend what you were saying, you let your emotion filled eyes lock with his.

"I fell in love with you and I don't know when or how but I love you and I need you with me", he said, begging for you to come closer to him and it was like the gods heard his prayers and you moved. You moved closer to him, lips hovering over his as you moved your legs, straddling his waist at first before wrapping your legs around his waist and hand snacking behind his neck, letting one hand cup his cheeks.

"I love you too Thomas", you whispered, dipping your head down, your lips ghosting over each other as his hands found their way to your waist and pressed you chest close to his "so so much"

And with that, he leaned all the way up and closed the gap between you.