Tom Holland Blurbs

Death Race For Love

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since I've updated, but with school and AP tests, I just haven't had a lot of time to update. So... here's a nice long new one-shot to make up for it. Also, I would listen to Syphilis By Juice WRLD from the start of this to about the end of the car chase or when the song runs out. Whichever comes first. It doesn't really have to do with anything but it helped me get in the mood for writing this so I figured why not share it with u guys too? Anyways, hope u guys enjoy!
~~~

What a fun night. Tom and I are racing down the stretch of an empty highway at two in the morning and I have never felt more alive. The wind is so ferocious and my hair is definitely going to be the worst case of rat's-nest-hair I have ever had, but it's worth it.

We're having a race. Which normally is a stupid idea, but we're high on exhilaration and sleep-deprivation so we're rolling with it.

On one motorcycle, it's me, Zendaya, and Paddy, and on the other, Tom, Haz, Sam, and Harry. We got the lighter load because Tom's motorcycle is faster and having more people on it will slow it down. Hopefully.

We're cruising, and Tom and I are neck and neck, and we're quickly approaching the tunnel that acts as the finish line. We get closer and closer and it's so close, I don't know who's winning, until at the last second, Tom springs forward with a burst of speed and crosses the finish line.

I hear his victory whoop, and we both start to slow down. Not fast enough, apparently. Out of nowhere, a loud siren goes off, accompanied by red and blue flashing lights.

Ah crap. We both slow down even further and pull over to the side of the road. I start fishing in my pocket for my wallet, ready to get out my license, but I freeze when I hear the officer's remarks.

"Sir, did you realize you were speeding back there? You were going quite a bit faster than the speed limit. Not to mention driving with three people on one motorcycle is illegal-"

"Wait, there's only three of us?? When did we lose Harry??" Tom whips his head around to glare at Haz and Sam. I turn and do a mental head count and he's right. Somewhere along the way, Harry fell off of the motorcycle and none of us noticed.

Haz and Sam look wide-eyed and guilty, and Tom notices. "Okay, which one of you twats PUSHED HARRY OFF???"

Sam speaks up first and indignantly says, "We didn't do anything! Harry voluntarily jumped off because you were going to lose to Y/N!"

Tom openly gawkes at them, stunned at the logic behind such a stupid decision. He's not the only one. Everyone else is gawking at them too, including the police officer.

"What- Why-" Tom can't seem to get a cohesive thought out. I can, however, and so I do.

"You morons! Beating me is not worth the potential catastrophic consequences! Harry could be lying in the middle of the road right now needing medical help and we're stuck here because of your idiocy!"

The police officer also seems to have recovered and decides now is a great time to speak up. "Well, this is unfortunate, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest all of you for the multiple atrocities committed tonight and bring you back to the station. Now I need all of you to get off the bikes and come with me."

Everyone moves to get off the bikes, and we stand on the side of the road as the officer goes around collecting our information. When he gets to me, I decide to try and take a leaf out of Rachel Green's book. I flirt with the officer.

As I mindlessly prattle on, I notice Tom sneaking back onto his bike. I slowly maneuver myself closer to the bike as well, still while flirting with the officer. He's obviously not used to women hitting on him, and it's almost too easy to get him charmed and oblivious to me and my movements.