Requested by haileygonzo1677: Y/N feels Tom slowly drifting away from her, and so she looks at his phone to see that he's cheating on her. After they break up, she constantly sees her with the new girl, but her best friend helps her through it.

Tears streamed down my face, my entire body feeling numb as I stared at the illuminated screen. My eyes flicked over it again and again, though my brain wasn't processing any more information than it had the first fifty times. I stared numbly at the text messages between my boyfriend of two years, Tom, and whoever the fuck this girl was, the written words confirming what I had refused to believe, but had dreadingly suspected for the last four months. That he was cheating on me.

Leah: When can I see you, Tommy? I miss you x.

Me: I know, love, I miss you too, but I'm back home with Y/N for the next week, so can't see you unless she goes out x.

Leah: :(. I wish that you'd just dump her already, just rip the plaster off so that we can stop sneaking about x.

Me: I'm getting there, darling, I'll be ready soon. I appreciate you being patient with me x.

Leah: I can't help it, I just love you too much ;) x.

Me: I love you too ;) x.

I bit my lip so harshly that I tasted blood as I continued to read the one text conversation. There was a lot more too. There were considerably more flirty messages, selfies sent to this girl that I'd never seen before, and more. I was fucking heartbroken. I knew that having resorted to looking through Tom's phone was its own level of fucked up, but I had reached the end of my tether. Tom and I had had the perfect relationship up until four months ago, which was when I was assuming that he'd met this 'Leah' girl. For the last four months, I had felt Tom drifting further away from me more by the day. It had started with us having less sex, maybe hooking up two or three times a week instead of four or five. Then it had been Tom not cuddling up to me as closely when we slept, before he stopped sleeping over altogether and would leave my house after sex at stupid hours instead of just spending the night. Then, it was him answering texts less, him making excuses as to why he couldn't make dates that we'd planned. He had been drifting away from me for all of those months, and so when he'd gone out tonight and had accidentally left his phone behind, I had broken and had looked at his messages. Only to confirm that everything I had suspected of my boyfriend was heartbreakingly true. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the front door open.

"Darling? Love, I forgot my phone." I heard Tom chuckle. I gulped harshly, anger starting to bubble away inside of me as I headed out into the hallway.

"You mean this one?" I spat as I held up the phone to show Tom what I was on. His eyes widened, the boy freezing as he saw the text conversation up on the screen.

"Fuck...love, w-what were you doing looking through my phone?" he gulped.

"I know that I shouldn't have, but you left me with no choice, especially considering that what you've done is so much worse. Despite your best fucking efforts to cover it up, I've felt you slowly drifting away from me the last few months, but I could never figure out why. Or rather, I did figure it out, but just didn't want to believe it. So, when you left your phone behind, I looked. And I saw everything." I choked and shook my head, my heart plummeting to my feet as tears relentlessly left my eyes. Tom gulped, his eyes wavering as they also became glassy.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart-."

"Why, Tom?! What we had was good, we love each other, or at least, I thought that we did! We've been together for two fucking years, and you've thrown that away for some random woman!" I cried.

"She's not just some random woman, Y/N. I-I mean, she is, I met her by chance in a bar, but she's not just a fling. I-I'm sorry, but there's something deeper there with her. I'm so sorry, darling." he choked and shook his head. I stared at him, my entire body feeling numb at his words.

"You didn't even try to deny it. You didn't even try to lie your way out of it, didn't try to defend yourself, you just gave up. You don't give a fuck about our relationship, do you? You never did." I sobbed and shook my head as I chucked his phone onto the floor. He gulped harshly.

"I did, of course I did. But you've seen the texts. The texts where I tell her that I'm going to leave you for her. There's no point in lying to you, darling. Especially not when I'm still going to do it." He admitted. I choked at his words, my heart breaking once again as my legs turned to jelly and forced me to sit on the floor with my back against the wall. I sobbed into my hands, Tom just standing there as I tried to comprehend everything that was happening. The fact that my world was crumbling around me. I had expected Tom to deny what I'd seen, and for it to dissolve into a massive fight, but he hadn't even tried. He hadn't fought for a fucking second to at least try and save our relationship, to seem at all remorseful or regretful of what he'd done. And that was what fucking hurt.

"Well, now you can go and be with her, because we're fucking done. Get out." I choked. Tom looked at me.

"Y/N, this is my house-."

"I don't give a fuck, you're the one who cheated! I need time to get my shit and go to Zendaya's or something, so get the fuck out!" I screamed at him. He gulped harshly and nodded, tears now leaving his own eyes as I looked back down at my lap again. I couldn't bear to look at him, I couldn't bear to look at the one person who was meant to help me through times like this, and instead was the one who had put me into it. I'd never be able to look at Tom the same way again, and that was breaking my fucking heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry." He choked before picking up his phone and heading back out of the house. I sobbed and shook my head, my face desperately covered by my hands as I sat on the floor and just cried. My heart was trying to understand everything that I'd just uncovered, but I doubted that I'd understand for a long time why he'd done this to me. If ever.

~One month later~

I walked into the boutique, my hand loosely grasping my bag strap as I walked into the shop. I looked around at the various dresses, my eyes scanning over the designer products as I tried to decide what I wanted.

"Y/N?" I sighed and let my eyes flutter shut in exacerbation as I heard the familiar voice ring out. I gulped harshly and opened my eyes again before turning my head to the side.

"Hey, Tom." I spoke through gritted teeth, making the boy sigh as he looked at me. It had been a month since I had broken up with Tom, and things had been tough. The only thing that had gotten me through the fact that my former best friend and now ex-boyfriend had cheated on me was Zendaya, my other best friend who had been nothing but supportive of me, and nothing but resentful towards Tom. I had gone to her after Tom had left, and hadn't left hers since. She had been amazing in helping me to get through the break-up and the feeling of betrayal that came with Tom cheating, the problem was the fact that because the universe seemingly hated me, I had seen Tom and this 'Leah' girl a lot since we'd broken up. Every place that I went to, every shop that I visited, they were always there too, and then when I wasn't out, fucking tabloid articles with photos of them plastered all over the covers reminded me of what Tom had done to me. It fucking sucked.

"H-how have you been?" Tom asked as he wandered towards me and awkwardly shoved his hands into his leather jacket pockets.

"Are you asking because you genuinely want to know, or are you asking so that you don't look like a cunt if anyone overhears us and reports our conversation to the press?" I smiled sarcastically.

"Y/N, love, don't do this." He sighed and shook his head.

"Tom, you don't get to act all wounded and hurt that I'm like this to you now. You cheated on me. You were sexting, fucking, meeting up with another girl behind my back for four months before I knew, and I'm sure that you'd still be doing it now if I hadn't found out. So, yes, Tom, I will do this, because you don't get to act like the victim here because I take a tone with you that hurts your feelings." I fake-pouted. He sighed again and looked down before looking back up at me.

"That was actually one thing that I did want to say. I appreciate you not telling the press that we broke up because I cheated on you. I appreciate you keeping that under wraps." He nodded.

"I didn't do it for you, Tom. I did it because I'd be hounded the second that I said anything, and I'd be compared to death with your new girlfriend, and I'd probably lose too. If I say anything, people will start to speculate what made you cheat on me with her, which will devolve into every way that she's so much better than me, and online comments saying that of course you cheated on me with her, who wouldn't? I did it for my own mental health. I didn't fucking do it for you." I scoffed and shook my head. He gulped harshly, the boy clearly having nothing to quip back at me with as his new girlfriend turned the corner. I scoffed and rolled my eyes as her eyes widened slightly.

"Oh...hey, Y/N-."

"Don't even." I scoffed, making both of them sigh and look at each other as I quickly moved past them and left the boutique again, my heart pounding in anger at the fucking audacity of Tom.

"I swear to god, you need to warn Watts that he needs to hire a new 'Spider-Man', because I'm going to fucking kill Tom." I spat as I shut Zendaya's front door and kicked my shoes off.

"What happened?" I heard her respond from the living room. I walked in, my best friend looking up at me from the sofa as I appeared.

"I went into that nice little boutique in town, only to find them there too. Only that it was just Tom at first. He asked how I was doing, I shot that down, and then he had the fucking cheek to thank me for not telling the press the real reason why we broke up." I scoffed, making her eyes widen as I sat down next to her on the sofa so that our bodies were facing each other.

"He didn't. That fucking asshole." She returned my scoff as she shook her head.

"I know. Like I fucking did it for him and not for my own mental well-being. I told him that too." I mumbled before looking down at my phone as I clicked onto Instagram. My eyes wavered, my heart plummeting again as the first thing on my feed was some tabloid article. The photo showed Tom and Leah leaving the boutique hand in hand, Tom stone-faced but Leah smiling as they left, the photo being captioned:

Tom Holland leaving hand in hand with new girlfriend, Leah Smith, after only one month of being broken up from ex-girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. Sources close to the actor suggest that there was more to the break-up than what meets the eye, but this hasn't been confirmed ;).

"See? I can't fucking get away from him." I choked as I showed Zendaya my screen.

"Okay, honey, stop, you're better than this." She shook her head as she took my phone and put it on the coffee table before taking my hands into hers. I sniffed, tears still pricking my eyes as I looked at her.

"Tom is an asshole who fucked you up. There's no denying that. He betrayed your trust and he cheated on you, and you have every right to hate him for that. hell, I hate him on your behalf. But it's been a month. I love you, but you need to pick your head up because your crown is falling. You're a fucking queen who is so much better off without that lying, cheating, no-good son of a bitch. Deep down, you know that. You're still upset and that's perfectly valid, but don't waste your tears on him, okay? You're so much better off without him." She shook her head, making me chuckle weakly as she raised her hand and gently wiped my tears away.

"I know, Z, I just...it's hard, you know? We were together for two years, and he betrayed me just like that. How can someone do that to someone who they claim to love?" I whispered and shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, babe, but he never loved you at all if he did that to you. But that's okay. Because one day soon, you're going to find someone who is worth your tears, who is worth your love and care, because you're a catch. You're a queen, and you don't need a man to be whole, especially not a man like Tom who betrays you. I know that you're still working on moving on, but I'm so proud of you for doing it. You're amazing. I know that you know that." She nodded. I choked and looked at her.

"You're even more amazing for helping me get through this. I truly couldn't have gotten past Tom cheating on me if you hadn't been there for me." I shook my head.

"Please, girl, you did the hard parts, all I did was threaten to cut his dick off when I found out." She teased, making me laugh and shake my head as she leant forward and hugged me. I sighed into her shoulder, my heart still hurting after a month at what had happened, but it was also grateful for Zendaya being there for me. She had truly helped me work through the pain of the break-up, and I would always be thankful to her for that.

"I love you, honey, and you're worth so much more than crying over Tom. I hope that you know that." She nodded as she pulled away and took my hands again.

"I love you too, Z. I do know that, and I know it because of you." I spoke. She gave me a small smile and squeezed my hands in reassurance, making me chuckle and shake my head as for the first time today, my heart forgot slightly about Tom, and just relaxed in the presence of my best friend instead.