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Sorry not Sorry

Okay, I admit I couldn't wait to post this and its not proof read and I tried my best with everything since I really really wanted to write this down in weeks! I will rework this first chapter the upcoming days, but for now I’m happy with this. Happy Thanksgiving! ♥ Chapter 1

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn't stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F your friends name

Word Count: 1978

Chapter 2

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: My second series that will definitely be finished first before the other. I hope you’ll enjoy and let me know what you think (: Also a big thank you to @hollandorks for talking with me about the ideas and motivating me! ♥ Once I’m off today, I’ll keep writing so that the other chapters will come out as soon as possible ♥ (English isnt my first language so I’m sorry if you find major mistakes. Let me know if I need to correct something asap! :)

P.S. I was inspired by Texting - a JB Fanfiction on Wattpad I read ages ago. If there are any resemblances, I’m sorry. I tried to write as much in my own words as possible :)

Having a good sleep isn't always easy. You could think, once you're in bed and drifting off to sleep, you will wake up in the morning, well rested and happy. And on weekends, usually this happens. We go to bed on Friday nights, fall asleep and dream on and then we wake up Saturday. Sometimes in the early morning and other days late in the afternoon. It always depends on how exhausted we go to bed and how well rested we are after a few hours.

This Saturday morning didn't start well for you. A loud beeping sound awoke you, and made you turn in your bed, grabbing your phone from the bedside table. “Why haven't I turned off my phone tonight”, you muttered into your pillow, reaching out for the device, that was lighting up your bedroom.

Checking the time, your vision still a little blurry from the bright light of your phone, it showed 5:33am. Groaning, you turned around in your bed after setting your phone back to silent and made yourself comfortable.

Laying there and trying to fall back asleep, your realized, that it wouldn't do any more. Lying awake on a Saturday morning was the least thing you expected on your first day off this week. You had planned to sleep in and relax but the first option didn't work any more, so after laying around for at least thirty more minutes, you got up and shuffled half – heartedly to the kitchen.

A yawn escaped your lips, as you put water into the kettle, and put it down to boil so you could enjoy your morning tea.

As the water started to simmer, you took out your favourite mug from the shelf, added some sugar and cut a lemon to put a slice into the mug as well.

You disliked milk in tea and didn't understand, how other people could ruin the tasty beverage with putting dairy in it. Once you finished to prepare your tea, the kettle turned off, signalling that the water was finally at a hundred degrees (celsius, duh) and ready to be poured into the mug. The little teabag was dancing around in the water, as you filled up the cup. You put back the kettle and grabbed the hot mugs handle, trying not to burn yourself and slurred over to your dark brown sofa. Grabbing the remote, you turned on the TV and decided to watch some of your favourite TV show, hoping to fall asleep again for a few more hours.

It was late afternoon, and the warm May sun shone down on your face as you headed out into town, getting some groceries for the upcoming week. Saturdays were always your favourite days to stroll through town, get stuff and meet with your best friend for coffee and cake. As you sat down in Costas, putting your bags on the ground, a familiar voice sounded in your ears and you turned smiling to the direction, your friend came from. “I’m sorry for being late. Train was delayed once again”, Y/F smiled, undressing her jacket and hanging it over the chair opposite you. “No worries, I literally just came in a few minutes ago”, you said, making yourself more comfortable. “You look tired, did something happen?”, your friend asked, as she sat down on her chair, looking at your face. “Just woke up way too early this morning. Forgot to put my phone on silence and obviously some moron had to message me while I was asleep”, you explained, taking a sip of your cappuccino. “Who was it?”, Y/F questioned and copied your movements, drinking from her coffee. “I don't even know”, you said, pulling out your phone and showing your friend the screen. “Hmm, can't tell who this is. Don't recognize this number at all. But did the person find their friend?”,

You raised your eyebrows, questioning your friends words for a second. “How do I know? I didn't ask and don't intend to”, you said, putting your phone back into your pocket. “I’m just curious”, Y/F said shrugging. You shook your head and laughed but you didn't miss the face your friend was making. It seemed, that she really wanted to know who this person was. “You really want me to ask?” Y/F nodded, as her whole face lit up, making you giggle. “Okay. But only because of you. But you do realize that curiousity killed the cat, right?”, you said, as you typed in the words into your phone.

You: Found him?

Of course, you didn't get an answer straight away. The stranger was probably wondering, why you even cared if they found their friend or not. Y/F seemed to be really interested in the outcome of this question but you couldn't care less. You have never seen this number before in your life and the only question stirring around in your head was: Where did this person get my number from. They either mixed up numbers, or got the wrong one from their friend. You didn't even expect to get an answer back but it was already dark outside, when your phone signalled you an incoming message.

+44 98 7654 3210: Yeah I did. Sorry for bothering you

That was it. Not more nor less. You messaged your friend, telling her that the stranger found their friend. She told you, how glad she was and asked, if you guys texted more but you declined. You didn't feel like texting the stranger again so you just left the conversation on your phone closed. After this weird incident, you turned back to your daily routine. Made yourself some Pasta for dinner, sat down in front of the TV and watched some Netflix, before getting ready for bed. One more day off until work started back on Monday.

The next couple of days were the same as always. You got into work on Monday morning, talking to your colleagues, working on some orders from customers and enjoying yourself over all. Of course, you weren't always the happiest person and there were bad times in your past that you didn't like to talk about. But you learned to accept it and at some point in your life, you decided that you didn't want it to define yourself. It was, like you were living a new life and you chose to do so all by yourself. Y/F was always by your side since you could think. She supported you through good and bad times and you were there for her as well. The relationship with your parents was okay now but back in the times when you still lived with them, you couldn't stand to spent time with them. You felt as if everything changed into something better, since you moved out from home and got your job. You were living your life the way you wanted it to, and that was enough to keep you happy, day by day. But still, sometimes it felt like it wasnt easy to be friends with you. You knew some people and these got along with you pretty well. But other times, you felt left out when they decided to do something and didnt ask you. Y/F told you one day, it was because most of the time you would back out anyway. And it was true: When it came to clubbing and getting wasted week by week, you declined to join them. When you were younger, you’d go out and drink so much, that the next day you’d have the worst hangover ever. Now you were down for a few drinks in a pub from time to time and maybe once a month you decided to join your friends for a clubbing night, but most of the time, you’d just sit at home, watch Netflix or read a good book.

As you were on your way back home, your phone ringed once, signalling a new text message. You pulled out the device out of your jacket and opened the app, where the new message was displayed.

+44 98 7654 3210: Who’s this?

You blinked twice and stared at the message for a couple of minutes, before your fingers moved to type in a reply.

You: …? Obviously the number you messaged a couple of days before

Confused, you saw a little ...typing notification pop up on the top and you waited for the reply, that was about to come through.

+44 98 7654 3210: I know that lol But I got curious

You shook your head and walked up the stairs that led to the train station. Driving home took always a little, but you didn't mind. You liked London and its suburbs and enjoyed being out, observing the neighbourhoods and people, that got into the waggon.

You: Why?

Was the only thing, you typed into the app. You were confused and wondered, why the stranger person would keep on texting you. They didn't know you and you obviously had no idea either, who was on the other side of the line.

+44 98 7654 3210: I don't know. But I guess you’re not going to tell me?

You frowned a little, when you read the message. Not in hell were you going to tell who you were. This stranger could be a scammer, stalker or even a serial killer. They could do anything with your information and you were not going to cooperate.

Or maybe you were freaking out just a little too much? Maybe this was a guy or girl, that really just messaged the wrong number and were genuinely interested in the person that asked if they found their friend. But that would be too easy, right?

Your train arrived and you got in, once the doors opened. As you sat down on a free seat, you typed a new message.

You: I don't even know you, so why should I spill information about me? Maybe if you introduce yourself You even got my number. How?

+44 98 7654 3210: Must've mixed up the digits. Don't really remember now

You: You must've been wasted then lol

+44 98 7654 3210: Yeah …

Okay, so now you knew that they messed up the numbers and that’s how they messaged you. But you still didn't feel comfortable messaging them.

You: Anyway… that means you can stop texting now

+44 98 7654 3210: Why? We’re only texting. It's not like Im trying to do something to you

You: So you wanna keep texting with a person you don't even know?

+44 98 7654 3210: Yeah sounds fun to me!

You: Eh … rather creepy if you ask me

+44 98 7654 3210: :(

That’s when you stopped. You didn't know what to answer to a sad emoji so you decided to leave it blank and left the App.

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