tom holland oneshots

what's his H.H.

harry holland x reader, tom holland x reader; 1.8k words worth of angst :)

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It was a force of habit. Everybody knew, but nobody mentioned. Nobody knew the full extent of it, nobody cared to ask how much it bothered him. In hindsight, it probably isn't even that obvious. Not unless you open your eyes, not unless somebody confides in you, plants the idea in your head so you can't see it differently

You had been going out with Harry for a good two months by the time you'd finally met the rest of his family. You and Tom had met previously before, having been introduced and together for only a day before both of your jobs drove you in opposite directions. When you rejoiced, you were naturally close, reconnecting that bond that was cut off too shortly.

Harry didn't mind at first. He liked that you got along with his family. It made him happy to know you fit so well into his lifestyle. But it wasn't until people started whispering around, joking that they always thought you and Tom would end up together. It was all fun and games, you knew that, of course. You'd never thought of Tom that way, despite everyone forcing the idea onto you. It was a mutual agreement, that the two of you would never cause problems between your relationship with Harry. And that your relationship with Harry would never splinter your friendship with Tom.

It was just after a dinner with Harry's family. You were talking with Tom while Harry talked to Sam, when somebody made another joke about how you should be with Tom instead. You laughed it off, as you always did, but Harry couldn't do the same. He excused himself as Nikki brought a few dishes out. You noticed his hostile and closed off walk, so you, too, excused yourself before following him out of the dining room and all the way upstairs to where he'd hid off to.

You knocked with the knuckles of your right hand. "Har?" The door creaked open as you nudged it slightly, stepping into the room. "You okay?" He grumbled something inaudible and you stepped closer. "What was that?"

"I said no, I'm not."
"What's wrong, hun?" You carefully sat yourself next to him, naturally leaning into his side.

"It seems like everyone just thinks you're dating my brother! I mean, at this point, I'm starting to wonder if there's something else going on."
You back track, sitting up and separating from his side with furrowed brows. "What?" He didn't answer, merely turning to look the other way, leaning his elbows on his knees as he sighed. "Harry you know that's not true."

"Do I?" He's angry, and you finally notice just how much.

"Harry... you know we're just friends. We've always been this close."

"Yeah well maybe you're too close."

"Excuse me?"

"You're not like that with anyone else."
"I'm like that with everyone else! Everyone except you." You huff, defending yourself but keeping your voice calm.

"What makes me so damn different, then, huh?"

"You're my boyfriend, Harry! Of course you're different!"

"Yeah well I can't see the difference between how you treat boyfriends and how you treat best friends, anymore."

"What?" You sit back a bit, shock running through your veins at his confession.

"Really, though! It's a bit fishy, if you ask me." He's still speaking sternly, angrily. He's frustrated, but now so are you.

"I hope you're not suggesting what I think you are, Harry." You're just as angry now. You're warning him, hoping he won't jump off that ledge into the irreversible.