tom holland oneshots

your other best friend H.H.

 a bit of jealous!harry holland x reader for you<3

"Have you cleaned your room yet?"

"Why would I need to clean my room?"

"We have guests coming over!"
"It's not like they're going to go into my room!"
Sam rolled his eyes at his younger twin. He was placing a few more dishes back into the cupboards of the kitchen, closing the dishwasher in the process. Harry was leaning against the counter, Nikon camera abandoned on the counter after looking at it for so long. But then Sam had called Harry into the kitchen to mother him around, and he left it there for the meantime.

"Who's coming again...?"

Same groaned, looking up to the ceiling and breathing in deeply. "I told you! Y/N! From my school!"

"Oh, right," Harry teased. "Your other best friend."

"You're both my best friends," He defended. "It's only a matter of time before you meet each other. Besides," He placed two knives into their slots in the silverware drawer, "I think you're gonna like her a lot more than everyone else."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He stood up tall, ears scarlet as he tried to conceal his embarrassment. Sam merely laughed, leaving a flustered Harry in the kitchen.

"Five minutes!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
You weren't nervous of meeting a house full of boys, no. But you were nervous about how they'd react to you being probably their only girl friend. Sam had warned you of a flirt Tom and cocky Harrison, but he spoke quite highly of his twin. He'd shown you pictures and described memories, but you never got any warning for him. You didn't want to overthink anything; maybe Sam not warning you meant he was off limits, that receiving no warning meant you wouldn't even be in the position to be experiencing them.

You parked your car in front of the house, locking the doors before slipping the key into your pocket. You were dressed casually — a vintage sweater and jeans with your favorite pair of converse. It was your go-to outfit whenever you went to classes with Sam. That's actually how the two of you started talking — you had matching converse. It was stupid, considering yours were brand new and his were beated and battered, but you had laughed at that. A friendship sparked from there, and you were pleased to find out your old friend Elysia was dating him. It made things a lot easier.

You knocked twice, Sam greeting you at the door. You gave him a hearty hug before stepping into the home. It was neat at first glance, and you knew Sam must've pressured his roommates into helping him clean a little.

"She's here!"

You laughed. "Do I really need an announcement?"

He shrugged, "I just think we should get this part over with."

You questioned what that meant, but didn't bother to ask him. You heard the loud, banging footsteps heading closer to your direction, and you knew they were coming.

Out piled four grown boys, loud and goofy until they caught sight of you.

"Guys," Sam glanced at them wearily with a tight smile. "This is Y/N. Y/N this is Tom," he gestured to a brunette, doing the same with the rest of them. You saw a blush rise on Harry's cheeks when he was introduced; you recognized him before anyone else. You'd seen so many pictures he was practically engrained in your mind.

About an hour into it and you were all gathered around the living room, talking about nothing in particular, laughing and jokes and silly stories. You noticed Harry had a lingering gaze on you, but you tried to ignore it. You were deep into conversation with Tom, laughing and catching his subtle flirts. You knew you might be leading him on; it wasn't your fault. You couldn't really tell if he was friendly with everyone or naturally flirty or if he took a liking into you. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, engaging with him as much as you could without making it seem like you wanted a date.