𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

6 ~ Haz's Proposition

Tom Holland

"You're getting fucking soft!" Harrison exclaims, hitting my shoulder as I sit at my desk. He settles back in his seat in front of me, sporting a playful smirk.

"Fuck off, you div. I'm not going soft, she wanted to get to know me so I'm giving her a little slice of what I'm like" I shrug, trying to convince myself that I'm not. I'm not going soft.

"Bull fucking shit, mate. You're whipped for Ruth, aren't you?" He squints, leaning over the table with a smile on his face, trying to pick me apart. I roll my eyes at his antics.

"I'm not whipped for her, Haz. She's been here about a month..." I mutter, trying to keep working but he keeps interrogating me with questions.

Ruth arrived around a month ago now, and after the lunch we had, we've only had about 2 more and they've all been great. I've found out more about her; how she's an only child, she had a cat named 'Spidey' as a kid because it always climbed her walls, her mum died when she was young and more interesting things about her normal, yet busy life. Her best friend, Lavender, was always there to comfort her which I admired, hoping to be that for her now. I didn't tell her that, of course. That'd be too revealing. I only tell her things she needs to know; like small glimpses of my childhood, my favourite superhero, and the time I almost had a threesome with Haz and some bird we found at one of the clubs my dad owns, but it turned out that the chick was a guy...

Yeah, Ruth's fun to be around and I enjoy spending time with her. No, I don't have feelings... I don't think... But I won't disagree that I get a strange tingling sensation in my stomach when she touches me, or laughs at one of my stupid jokes. She had the most angelic laugh, like her voice. It's not squeaky and annoying, or deep and fucked, it's in the middle with funny wheezes and an occasional snort, making her laugh harder than she was before. I haven't felt this way since... Fuck. I shouldn't feel this way at all... I'm getting vulnerable, again. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

"Mate, you 'right?" Haz snapped his fingers in front of my face, waking me from my thoughts.

"I- Yeah, I'm fine. Look, mate. I'm not getting soft, ok? I promised myself I wouldn't do that again since Z... You know that" I huff, placing my face in my hands. Haz sighs and leans back in his seat and folds his arms over his chest.

"She's not like her, Tom, and you know that. She hardly knows jack shit about this stuff and doesn't ask any of us about it. She won't do you like that. Who knows? Maybe once you finally realise you in fact are whipped, you'll become the next Bonnie and Clyde" He jokes, trying to ease the tension in the room. I laugh weakly, shaking my head as I look back at him. I don't know what I'd do without Harrison, he's been there since we were kids. It makes me wonder is Lavender was Ruth's Harrison. I feel horrible about that, knowing Ruth will most likely never see Lavender again, but things might change. Who knows?

"Yeah right, you fucking div. She's too sweet to do such things as they would, plus she has no fighting, gun or self defense skills whatsoever." I remind him, leaning back in my chair.

"I could teach her. I'd be happy to help her fight some fucked cunt then sit around in here when you're just doing that until you become the leader" He offers, clasping his hands together and leaning on the table. I sigh, thinking about his proposition. It would keep her safe...

"You know what, Haz? Go for it. It'd be good for her, and you. Maybe she'd teach you some shit" I smirk with a playful banter. He rolls his eyes, flipping me off as he stands from his seat, adjusting his collared shirt.

"You're a prick. I'll tell her when I see her... Maybe you could teach her some of the shit you know, too." He smiles, putting his hands in his dress pants. I sigh, looking at the paperwork before back into his piercing eyes.