The Kidnapping Of Tom Holland (Wattys2019)

Chapter Eight

Previously on The Kidnapping of Tom Holland....

Harrison glared down at the man who gave him the information. "You said that you think Gerald has Tom. Why?!"

Ray made a face. "The last time I talked to him, he said something that didn't make any sense. He said that Tom was great to have around."

Harrison nodded and moved further away from the man with a busted lip, possible broken nose and a bruised cheek. "This stays between me and you."

Someone was watching him from the shadows.

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Tom's thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and he sat up to face Gerald if he had to but he froze in his movements and stared at the person Gerald was carrying into the room, his mouth dropping in shock.

"Harrison?"

                      Present Time
Tom stared at the man standing in the doorway, unable to process the fact that he was holding his best friend. He was rooted to the spot, his brain trying but failing to even begin to understand why Harrison was here. He stared at Harrison's pale face as Gerald dropped him on the white carpeted floor none too gently.

Tom couldn't stop staring at him now lying on the floor, as pale as a sheet and clammy. Upon further inspection Tom noticed that there was a bruise beginning to form on his cheek and a cut was on his temple, more than likely from a hit to the head. Tom could say that Harrison looked like death himself.

"I told you I was bringing you back a present."

Tom slowly looked up at Gerald, his eyes holding nothing but anger and hatred as he glared at the man who was standing in the doorway. If looks could kill, Gerald would have been dead a thousand times over.

"You call this a present?" Tom demanded slowly, his voice low. He stood up. "Are you fucking mental? How is basically kidnapping my best friend a GOD-DAMN PRESENT?!"

Tom watched Gerald's face change drastically; he went from worry to concern to one of annoyment.

"I literally went through the trouble  to get your friend so you wouldn't be lonely. I only wanted to make you happy, Tom. Why are you being so damn ungrateful?" Gerald demanded, irritation filling his voice.

Tom stared at him in disbelief. The guy was completely, and utterly mental. His thinking and reasoning weren't even making any sense. It was starting to not only scare Tom, but it was starting to anger him too.

"Ungrateful?" Tom started, his voice  rising an octave. "Ungrateful?! If you wanted to make me happy, you would let me go! Not go out on some mission to kidnap my best friend!" Gerald opened his mouth to start talking but Tom cut him off. "Also if all of this is about me wanting to be with you, it is never going to bloody happen!"

Gerald's face turned red with anger and seconds later Tom was slammed against the wall hard, knocking the oxygen from his lungs. Gerald kept him pinned in place with his forearm over his throat. Tom stared into his eyes and Gerald glared back, his lips inches away from Tom's.

"I would really watch what you say to me right now." Gerald hissed at him. "Because even though I might not want to hurt you, I will."

Tom matched his glare evenly and said, "I have two words for you, Gerald; Fuck. You."

Gerald growled and stared at Tom for a couple moments, as if trying to decide if he should hit him, before he shoved himself back and stalked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it.

Tom let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding as he slid down the wall to the floor. He closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths, telling himself that he had to check on Harrison and make sure that he was okay.

Once he composed himself enough, Tom crawled over to Harrison and placed his ear above his slightly open mouth. Warm air tickled his ear and hearing him breathing, eased his nerves a bit. Next he searched his body for any additional injuries other than the ones he saw earlier.

Satisfied that there weren't any other injuries or any kind of irreversible damage done to his best friend, Tom sat back on his heels and sighed in relief.

All he had to do now was wait for Harrison to wake up.

Tom must have fallen asleep waiting for him to wake up because the next thing he knew someone was groaning and moving next to him. Tom snapped his eyes open and sat up, turning to the boy lying on the floor next to him who was starting to awaken. He pushed himself back a bit so that his back was against the bedframe, pulling his knees up to his chin and wrapping his arms around them.

Tom watched Harrison wake slowly, taking note of how he went from on the verge of panicking to scared and then to anger as he sat up looking around. Tom didn't know what to say so he kept his mouth shut; Harrison saw him and his eyes brightened emensely before he scrambled over to him, wrapping his arms around him.

"Tom." Harrison whispered in his ear. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Tom returned the gesture, slowly raising his arms to wrap them around his best friend. Tom heard Harrison speaking in his ear but it sounded far off and he felt tears well up in his eyes, unable to hold in the relief that Harrison was okay.

"God, Tom there's so much I want to tell you right now but we need to get out of here first." Harrison said, hugging him tighter.

"I don't think we're going anywhere any time soon, Haz." Tom whispered, his voice cracking as more tears slid down his cheeks. "I don't think he's gonna let us leave-let me leave."

Harrison pulls back and stares at Tom, noticing that he's broken. That something happened to break Tom's spirit-even though you can barely tell-but Haz knew better.

"He may not let us leave but I swear that I will get you out of here. I will kill the bastard if I have to, Tom but I will get us out of this place." Haz grabs Tom and pulls him back in his arms, deciding to wait until Tom was more emotionally stable to ask him about what happened while he was here.

No matter what I have to do, I'll get you out of here Tom. Even if I have to kill him, I'll face anything thrown at me head-on and face the consequences later, Harrison thought as he watched Tom falling asleep in his arms. He smiled and pushed some of Tom's hair from his forehead, placing a kiss there before whispering.

"I'll do and face anything for you, Tom. You mean the world to me. And I don't think I could ever live without you."
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Heya guys! So sorry for yet another late ass update but I hope the fluff made up for it! There's a lot more to this story than just Tom being kidnapped. It goes deeper than a kidnapping and I believe that you are all going to like the plot of this story once I'm finished.

Also I will try to have ochapter 9 up in a couple hours but if not then it might be up tomorrow around mid-morning because I would probably have to be up till 1 in the morning to make sure the chapter is done...either way I'm trying to keep you guys happy.

Also whenever I leave a chapter on a cliffhanger I will do a short recap of the chapter in case anyone has trouble remembering because soon it's gonna get pretty complicated.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter😁

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       Shoutouts go to all my Tom & Harrison shippers aka Torrison shippers! And let me know if you ship Tom/Zendaya.

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