tom holland + peter parker

potential boyfriend T.H.

request: It's me who requested for the styles!reader😌 I've got a concept about styles!reader hehe, it's cliche but where they meet each other for the first time?? Or tom having a crush on reader but harry is hesitant about it? :)) thank you in advance 💕

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Harry Styles: your brother, the boy who invited his entire family to the Academy Awards. There's a good blend of artists and actors here tonight, and you're incredibly proud of him and his newest and debut film: Dunkirk.

You'd walked the red carpet after Harry, waving to the paparazzi and saying hello to the interviewers you recognized. You locked eyes with a certain actor from across the carpet, but you were pulled away from him before you could stare any longer. It was probably all in your head, anyways.

As you gather inside, the stage lights are dim, alerting you that the show hasn't started yet and conversations can continue within the auditorium. You're seated in between Gemma and Harry, and on Harry's other side is Tom Hardy, conversing with him.

You can't help but watch the entrance of the building as actors keep pouring in, some holding hands with their lovers, others linking arms with costars. When a familiar brunette strides through with a couple other people trailing behind him, you feel yourself heating up and you force yourself to turn away. Your dress is a deep shade of green, sleeves draped over your arms in a loose lace fitting. The dress poofs out and hangs nicely on your figure; Harry insisted on getting something tailored, and now here you are, showing off the creation.

Twisting in your seat, you glance around to look for that certain-somebody, and you're taken aback when you see him in the row behind you, already staring at you. Your mouth drops open in shock, something he smirks at, and as you do a once over on his outfit, he blushes. Quickly, you turn back around and sit harshly in the seat.

"You good, squirt?" Harry asks, hand on the arm of his chair while he takes in the signs of your stance. You nod quickly, dismissively, hoping to shake him off your tail, but he looks around before shrugging a smirk off. When he peers over the seat, he makes eye contact with a fellow British actor who's blushing while harshly gripping the arms of his chair, no doubt sweating through his tuxedo.

"Whatever," he speaks through a teasing tone. Though he's being playful, it's only because he thinks nothing will come from the newly arisen sexual tension.

However, he's proven wrong when the after party begins.

You're sitting at a rounded table with Harry and a few of his friends who are also in Hollywood's spotlight. Of course, your family is also here, but you can't help but feel like there's a lingering pair of eyes following you from across the room.

Excusing yourself to the bar, you stand from your seat and place your napkin on the table, abandoning the comfort of your loved ones and making your way to the bar, making eye contact with the brown-haired boy, a seemingly universally accepted message. Not a second later, he stands from his own table, eyes following you until his feet pick up and he heads in your direction.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Harry watches the entire encounter with a clenched jaw. He watches as you lean against the bar, as the actor fellow strides over to you. He wants to laugh because you both look entirely awkward and nervous, but alas, he turns away and convinces himself you'll be back in a matter of minutes. Nothing will come from it.

"H-Hey," Tom greets, elbow leaning on the counter. You adjust your hair and look down bashfully.

The bartender asks for your orders and you both pitch. You take a seat on the stool while you wait, Tom's eyes drifting downwards and absorbing your outfit.

"Hi."

"You look beautiful, by the way."

"Thank you," you speak quietly, shying away from the compliment.

"I'm... I'm Tom," he offers a hand and a gentle smile. You look up at his eyes and then down to his hand before shaking it.

"Y/N."

"Styles?"

"Yeah," you sigh out with a chuckle.

Tom nods, glancing over to your table and making eye contact with your older brother. "Harry is... intimidating."

You hum, "Why's that?"

"He's your older brother who happens to be staring daggers into my soul."

You laugh at that, turning your head in the direction of the older bloke. With an embarrassed eye roll, you gesture for him to look away but he doesn't move.

"He's always like this?"

"What, protective?" You offer, taking a sip of your fresh Aqua Velva. Tom sips his own beer with a nod. "Yeah — mostly around potential, uhm, boyfriends. It takes a lot for him to warm up to new people in that, uh... sense."

Tom nods, and you watch the blush creep up on his face and tint his cheeks a bright pink-red.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

You roll your eyes and Tom chuckles while taking a seat on the stool beside you. "You got any brothers? I noticed you brought a few boys with you."

"Yeah, I've got three younger bros," he takes another gulp of the beverage before placing the glass down.

You nod, acknowledging his words. "Must be nice."

"What?"

"Being the oldest."

"Eh," he shrugs, fiddling with the trousers of his suit. "I've always been the oldest, y'know? I guess I'm just used to... being that supportive older brother who cheers them on."

"That's really sweet," you compliment, placing a hesitant hand on his knee.

Tom glances up at you at the single affection, blush increasing while he smiles shyly. You smile back, assuring him of your statement, and he can't help but get bashful under your gaze.

"You're really cool," he speaks softly so only the two of you can hear him. "Do you... wanna hang out or- or something?"

Your grin widens and you nod at the ground, too shy for eye contact. Before the conversation can progress any more, your brother is striding up, his famous voice surprising the both of you.

"Who's this?"

Your hand retracts immediately and Tom stands from the stool almost too quickly, nearly knocking over his own drink. Tom offers a hand, but when he has to look up to make eye contact with your older brother, he almost cowers backwards. You can sense Tom's nervousness, so with newfound courage, you stand beside both of them.

"Harry, this is Tom. Tom, this is my brother."

"Pleasure to meet you," Tom re-offers his hand.

Harry hums, accepting it nonetheless. "'S nice to meet you, too." They lazily shake hands, and you roll your eyes at your brother's antics.

"I'm sure Gemma needs her drink now."

"How did you-"

"Tom and I are gonna go dance for a little," You grab his hand quickly, the two of you abandoning your finished drinks and quickly striding away from the six foot Brit.

Tom exhales deeply when you're just over ten feet away, free of the confines. "He's so intimidating."

You smile, looking down at your linked hands. "Only because he knows you're a potential boyfriend."