Tom Holland Imagines

Triangles Are The Worst Shape (Part 2)

I woke up to my head pounding and my clock reading 10am. I picked up my phone and scrolled through instagram.

Whilst scrolling last night's events replaying in my head. Tom and the dance floor. Haz and the taxi ride.

Fuck what do I do. I mean I've never thought about either of them in that way before. I mean up in till now they've been my best friends. I've clearly been oblivious this entire time. The more I think about it the more confused I get.

They are both attractive, kind, caring and two of the best people. The more I think about it the more I realise I do like them more than friends. Being completely honest with myself I can see myself with either one of them. There's nothing that separates them. Nothing obvious anyway.

I drag myself out of bed to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I peer into the guest bedroom to see Haz fast asleep. Chest rising up and down.

I walked into the kitchen seeing Tom stood drinking a glass of water. We looked at each other and smiled.

'How are you?'

'Good just want some paracetamol,' I laughed.

I poured my glass of water took the tablet and leant against the counter top. There was an awkward silence for a while. Both of us opposite each other. Not really knowing what to say. That was until he broke the silence.

'Y/N I meant every word last night.'

I looked up at him.

'I didn't just say it cuz I was drunk. I meant it and I want to be with you. I love you.'

Before I could answer another voice cut in.

'You what?'

Fuck it was Haz.

'What did you say to her Tom?'

'Does it matter.'

'Yeah actually it does.'

Fuck was all I could think. I felt as this was going to ruin our friendship. I didn't want them to fall out. Not over me.

'I told her I lover her. What does it matter to you.'

'It matters to me because I told her the same thing last night.'

'Yeah you love her in a friend way. I don't just love her in a friend way.'

'No Tom. Not in a friend way.'

Tom looked surprised and taken aback by Harrison's words. Tom turned his head to look at me.

'He told you he loved you? Last night?'

I nodded in response.

'When?'

'Taxi, way home, You were asleep,' I muttered.

I felt like I was stuck. I didn't know what to say. I was confused.

'When did Tom tell you?' Haz questioned.

'Last night as well.'

'Y/N I didn't say it just because I was drunk. I've felt it for a while. I just didn't know how to tell you.'

I gulped not really knowing what to say. They were both just staring at me. Waiting for something.

'I don't know what you want me to say,' I whispered.

I couldn't look them in the eyes. I was looking down at the floor.

'Mate why did you tell her that?'