Requested by Amholmgren: Y/N and Tom used to be childhood friends until he got the role of 'Spider-Man.' They tried to stay in touch but it didn't work out because of their busy schedules. A few years have gone by since that and they both end up going home to their parents' houses for summer. Since they live next to each other, they see each other, start to reconnect and start to get feelings for each other again.

I pulled my car into my parents' driveway, my car rolling to a stop before I parked it and turned off the engine. I climbed out and puffed out, my hand grabbing the bag that I had packed for coming home as I walked up the path. I looked to the neighbours' house, my eyebrows furrowing as a very nice car was parked in their driveway.

"Huh." I mumbled to myself, my heart leaping slightly as I allowed myself to hope that it was his car, meaning that he was home. But that was wishful thinking. I continued up the path and opened my front door.

"Hello? Anyone home?" I called out as I shut the door.

"What's up, loser?" My sister asked as she appeared at the door to the living room.

"Fuck you." I scoffed, making her smile as she tightly hugged me.

"How have you been? How's uni going?" I asked.

"Eh, it's going okay. What about you, though? Your flashy new job and all." She smirked as we pulled away, making me playfully roll my eyes.

"Have you seen the Hollands' new car, by the way? The insanely flashy one that's parked in their drive." I scoffed as I grabbed my bag and carried it through to the kitchen.

"It's not theirs, it's Tom's. He's also home for the summer." She nodded. My eyes widened slightly as I looked up at her. I had hoped that it was his car, but I had figured that that was wishful thinking. Tom and I had been very close friends growing up due to the fact that my family had always lived next to his. Both of our bedrooms sat at the front of our houses and our windows went out onto our roofs, meaning that we'd spent many a night sitting next to each other on my roof, the juice boxes and chocolate upgrading to bottles of vodka and cigarettes as we'd gotten older. Naturally, I had always had a crush on him, the curly-haired and chocolate-eyed boy making me fall for him with his kind and cheeky personality, and then with his insanely ripped and beautiful body. Yup. I was in love with him, which was why it had hurt when he got his breakthrough role of 'Spider-Man'. Of course I had been over the moon for my best friend and crush, but I could just tell that his new job would make us drift apart. He had promised that it wouldn't, and it didn't for the first year, but then I had also gotten a new job and our busy schedules had slowly but surely frozen each other out. It had been a few years since we'd last properly spoken, and so I was allowing myself to be hopeful that he'd also be staying here for the summer and so maybe we could find time to reconnect. That was what I was hoping for, anyway.

"Oh, right. That's cool, I guess." I nodded as I tried to downplay it to my sister. She raised her eyebrow at me.

"You're so bad at lying, I know that you've had the hots for him since we were kids." She teased.

"Shut up." I scoffed, making her smirk as I grabbed my bag and started to head upstairs with it so that I could start unpacking.

I sat on the roof outside of my window, a bottle of white wine in my grasp and my knees tucked up to my chest as I sat there and drank. The sun was setting over the houses, painting the sky with beautiful colours of orange and pink as I sighed out and enjoyed the still warm air of summer.

"Holy shit...is that you, Y/N?" I looked to my side, my eyes widening and my heart jumping slightly in my chest as Tom also clambered out onto his roof with a bottle of beer in his hand. A smile adorned his beautiful face as his second foot landed against the tiles and he looked at me.

"Oh my god, it really is. How have you been?" He laughed, making me gulp as he stepped over the small gap that separated our roofs so that he was now on mine.

"Tom, hey, long time no see. I've not been too bad. I know how you've been, Mr big hot-shot actor." I chuckled nervously, making him smile and shake his head as he sat down next to me. My mind raced, my eyes glued to the boy as I desperately tried to figure out what to say to him. After all, it had been five years since we last properly talked, but my feelings for him still ran deep. The problem was that I had never been able to figure out if he felt the same, or just saw me as his best friend who he had drifted apart from.

"Yeah, I won't lie, it's been going pretty well for me. It's still nice to be home, though. And I would have rushed back even quicker if I'd known that you'll also be here for the summer." He flirted subtly. I smirked and looked down, desperately trying to hide my blushing cheeks and racing heart as he raised his bottle of beer to his lips.

"I'm sure. After all, I have glowed the fuck up since you last saw me." I teased back.

"Oh, please, love, you were always beautiful." He chuckled and shook his head. My eyes widened, my head shooting to look at him as my heart jumped at his words. Tom Holland, my old best friend and internationally famous actor...had just called me...beautiful.

"Says the guy who is the celebrity crush of millions of girls and women worldwide." I smiled, making him laugh and shake his head as he looked at me.

"You always could make me laugh, that's what I liked so much about you. Anyway, enough subtle flirting, what have you been up to since I last saw you like this?" He asked as he looked at me. I shrugged and returned the glance, everything in me forcing me to look anywhere but his lips so that I didn't shit myself even more than I already was.

"Nothing much. I went to uni, graduated, and just got a new job as a teacher, about ten minutes away from here. It's going well." I nodded.

"Yeah, it is, I know that you always wanted to teach. That's so great, I'm happy for you." He smiled, making me return it and bite my lip as he looked at me with soft eyes.

"I'm serious, you need to meet her, you'll absolutely love her." Tom shook his head as we lay against the roof, his beer fully gone and my bottle of wine half empty now as we lay next to each other and looked up at the stars.

"I can't meet the Zendaya, I'm just me, and she's, like, every bi girl and straight guy's perfect wet dream." I scoffed, making Tom laugh and look at me.

"Come on, you'll love her and she'll love you. It's okay to use the fact that you're Tom Holland's best friend to meet other famous people, you know. I don't mind." He chuckled and shook his head. I sighed and looked at him.

"I was Tom Holland's best friend." I returned quietly. His smile dipped, his eyes wavering as he sighed.

"Yeah. I had that coming." He nodded.

"Tom, I just...I understand that life has been so hectic for you the last few years. But when you got 'Spider-Man', you told me, you promised me that we'd keep in touch and we'd remain close. But then your calls turned into texts, that went from being daily texts, to weekly texts, to monthly, to nothing. I mean, I love you, Tommy, so it hurt when you stopped trying." I choked as a tear left my eye. He sighed and nodded, his lips giving me a small smile as he looked into my eyes.

"I know, and I have no excuse for that other than that life got in the way. And I shouldn't have let it, I love you too, so I should have tried. But that's what I want to use this summer for. To reconnect with you, to get back to how we once were. I want to be best friends again." He smiled. I forced one onto my lips in return, though my eyes wavered slightly and my heart dropped at the idea that after all of this time, being best friends was still all that the boy wanted. He couldn't see the love that I had for him in my eyes, and I didn't trust myself to correctly recognise the glint in his eyes as love. Because if I thought that he also looked at me with love in his eyes, I'd be heartbroken when it wasn't that after all.

"Good. Because I'd love to be best friends again too, Tommy. Let's get back to where we once were." I smiled, my voice barely above a whisper as my heart broke at the lie that I was telling.

"Awesome. Here's to rekindling our old friendship." He chuckled as he raised his empty beer bottle.

"Tommy, that's empty!" I laughed as he clinked it against my wine bottle.

"I know, it was just ceremonial, give me that." He smiled, making me laugh and shake my head as he took my wine and took a swig before handing the bottle back to me.

I sat on my roof, my hands clasped together as I waited for Tom to come and join me. We'd both been back at our parents' houses for three months now, and he had kept his promise of us rekindling our friendship. The only problem was that friendship wasn't what I wanted with the boy. We'd spent almost every night on my roof, laughing and talking as we caught each other up on the last five years. He'd told me funny stories from life on the different sets that he'd been on over the years and I'd told him funny stories from life at uni and the friends that I'd made. As the nights had progressed, we'd gone from sitting next to each other, to sitting with Tom's arm around my shoulder, to his arm around my waist and my head resting on his shoulder. The problem was that I still couldn't tell if those were signs of him also having fallen for me again, or if he still just thought of me as a best friend. I had no way to tell, and that was killing me.

"Hey, darling." I looked up and smiled at Tom as the boy climbed out of his window.

"You okay?" I chuckled as he walked across to my roof and sat down next to me before curling his arm around my waist.

"Um...yeah." He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him, something off about his tone as he spoke.

"What's wrong, Tommy?" I asked. He sighed and looked down, making me gulp as I tried to figure out what bombshell he was about to drop on me. He raised his head to look back at me.

"I'm leaving. Tomorrow." He admitted. My eyes widened, a choke leaving my lips as I looked at him.

"What? Tomorrow?" I choked as I turned to look at him.

"Yeah. I need to fly back to Atlanta to film the rest of the 'Spider-Man' movie. I'm sorry." He shook his head. My eyes wavered, my mouth hanging open as a tear left my eye. We'd spent the last three months rebuilding our friendship, I'd spent the last three months falling in love with Tom all over again and now I had only a day to come to terms with the fact that he'd be leaving again and I'd probably not see him for another five years.

"Why didn't you tell me before now? We've been talking again for three months, and now you give me a day to say goodbye to you again?" I choked and shook my head.

"I didn't know how to tell you, sweetheart, because I don't want this to end." He admitted as he looked at me. My eyes wavered, my heart leaping in my chest at his words.

"W-what? You didn't want what to end?" I scoffed quietly. He sighed and clenched his jaw as he looked down at his hand.

"I like you, okay? Actually, no, I love you. I fucking love you, Y/N, and I have since we were kids. It really broke me when I let us drift apart when my career took off, and so I was over the moon to see you back here too this summer. I saw it as a chance to get back what we had and maybe even take it further. But I also knew that it could only last so long, because I was always going to have to go back to America at the end of it all. I didn't want it to end and so I couldn't bring myself to tell you. I figured that summer would last forever, that that day wouldn't come, and then I woke up this morning and realised that I leave tomorrow. I have to leave the love of my life, again, tomorrow." He choked and shook his head, tears leaving his beautiful eyes and streaming down his perfect face as he looked down. I stared at him, my eyes wide and my mind racing as I tried to comprehend what he'd just said. He had just told me that he loved me, that I was the love of his life. This was big.

"Do you mean that? Am I really the love of your life?" I whispered. He looked at me and sighed.

"I'm probably going to regret telling you that tomorrow when I'm halfway across the world and overthinking my life choices, but...yeah. I love you, darling. I always have." He admitted quietly. I couldn't help but smile and bite my lip, making Tom's eyebrows furrow.

"W-why are you smiling? Why are you not rushing back inside to escape the awkwardness of your best friend telling you that he's in love with you?" He chuckled nervously.

"Isn't it obvious, dumbass? Because I love you too." I smiled. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open as he turned to look at me.

"What-no, you don't, you're bullshitting me." He scoffed.

"Seriously, Tommy, I've always felt this way. I'm surprised that my blushing cheeks and stammering voice was never enough for you to catch on." I chuckled, making him smile and shake his head as he looked at me.

"Well, in that case, I think that it's time that I finally do this." He nodded as he raised his hand to cup my face. My smile dipped, my heart racing in my chest as he pulled me closer. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips, a smile on his own face as he leant in and kissed me. I returned it immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to cup his face as his hand moved to my waist. I had been dreaming of this kiss since Tom and I had been kids, and to say that it was perfect was an understatement. His lips felt soft and gentle, them fitting perfectly against mine as if they were made to kiss my lips, and my lips alone. It was everything that I had ever wanted and more. I broke the kiss and touched our foreheads, my eyes fluttering open and my heart jumping as I saw that Tom was already looking at me.

"That was an amazing first kiss. Fuck, your lips taste amazing." He smiled, making me laugh and shake my head as he leant in and kissed me again.

"It was, but that doesn't change the fact that you're leaving again tomorrow. So, I don't want you to kiss me as much as possible now to get away with not kissing me again for five years." I teased as I put my hand on his chest and gently pushed him away from me. He chuckled and nodded as he bit his lip.

"That's fair. Give me your phone." He nodded. My heart leapt in my chest, my mind still trying to comprehend the fact that this was happening as I dug my phone out of my pocket and handed it over. Tom tucked his lip in between his teeth in concentration as he looked down at the screen and typed against it.

"There. Now, you have my number. Look, darling, I know that you're busy, but I'd love to fly you out at some point to have a first date. I'd pay for your flight, so don't worry about money, and you could stay with me for as long as you wanted. How does that sound?" He asked hopefully as his hand soothingly rubbed my waist. I bit my lip and flicked my eyes over his face. There was nothing to think about, and yet I found myself absorbed in the fact that I had been in love with this boy since we were ten, and now he was finally asking me out, something was finally going to come out of those feelings.

"I'd love that, Tommy. It sounds amazing." I nodded and smiled.

"Good, because it will be amazing. Now, what would you say to spending the rest of the night out here, just cuddling and looking at the stars?" He asked softly as his hand gently stroked my face.

"I say that that sounds perfect." I whispered. He smiled and bit his lip, making me return it as he leant in and kissed me again. I squealed against his lips, making him smirk as he gently lay us down before breaking the kiss so that my head was on his chest. I sighed out and looked at the stars, my mind and heart over the moon at the idea that I'd finally get to start dating Tom. And I couldn't wait.