Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The other guy *part 3* (Tom Holland)

Requested by megholland: It's been a week since Harrison and Y/N broke up and Tom has been coming over to check on her. He doesn't know why they broke up, he just knows that they broke up. He's over one day when Y/N makes a move on him and things get heated. But then she tells Tom the reason why Harrison ended it.

It had been a week since Harrison had broken up with me, and things hadn't been good. I hadn't heard at all from the boy throughout the week, and the guilt of the situation was eating me alive. The only way that I knew that Harrison was even still breathing was Tom coming over almost every day to try and be there for both of us. Of course, nothing more had happened between us in that week, apart from harmless cuddling whilst watching movies in order to take my mind off of the break-up. Not to mention the fact that I'd barely showered this week and was still in my pyjamas from Monday, but I didn't think that Tom minded. I was pulled from my thoughts by a knock on my door, making me sigh and stand up. I opened it, Tom giving me a small sympathetic smile as he stood there.

"Hey." he nodded. I sniffed and wrapped my arms around his waist. He sighed and returned the hug, his lips pressing to the top of my head as I rested my head against his chest and listened to his gentle heartbeat.

"How are you holding up?" he mumbled into my hair. I shrugged and pulled away from the hug as I walked back into my flat, Tom shutting the door behind him before following me in.

"I've been better, but the pain is starting to wear off." I nodded wearily as I sat down on the sofa. Tom sighed and looked at me as he sat down next to me.

"Y/N, I finally got Haz to open up to me about you guys breaking up." he admitted. My eyes widened, my breath hitching in my throat as I looked at him. Oh, shit, I thought. What if he'd told Tom that he'd dumped me because I'd admitted to loving the brunette boy? I didn't even know yet if Tom felt the same, and it would be too much to lose Harrison and Tom in the same week.

"O-oh, yeah? What did he say?" I gulped.

"Not much, admittedly. But he told me that he's the one who ended it. He still didn't tell me why, though." he shook his head. I breathed a sigh of relief, the panic washing away as I realised that Tom still didn't know why. Thank fuck for that, I thought as I looked at him.

"I don't want to step on his toes, Tommy. I'll let him tell you why he ended it when he's ready." I nodded as I tried to bluff my way out of the situation.

"That's fine, darling, no pressure." he reassured as he wrapped his arm around me. I returned the hug, curling into his body and resting my head on his chest as he turned the TV on.

Tom and I sat on my sofa, cuddled up together as we watched TV. I bit my lip and looked up at the boy, him oblivious to my glances as he continued to watch the movie. I sighed. All I wanted to do right now was lean up and kiss him, especially since I was now single. But I was also very much aware of the fact that Harrison and I had only just broken up, and they were still best mates. Ultimately, though, my urges won.

"Tommy." I mumbled quietly, making him look down at me.

"You okay, darling?" he replied. I nodded and bit my lip as I sat up, Tom following me with his gaze. His eyes widened slightly and he gulped as I started to lean in. I pressed our lips together, him immediately returning the kiss as his hand raised to cup my cheek. I smiled into the kiss, Tom's lips curling into a smirk as he deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into my mouth. His hands lowered to my thighs and I squealed as he gently picked me up and lay me down on the sofa before crawling over me. He joined our lips again, my hands curling around the back of his neck and pulling him closer as we continued to make out. Our tongues fought for dominance, though his of course won as he took over the kiss. I moaned into it, making Tom smirk as he gently intertwined our fingers before pinning my hands above my head. I broke the kiss, making him look at me.