Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

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(F/t) = fave toppings

I was fixing lunch with Finn, Daniel, and Rupert. Well, in this case, making lunch = making a mess and some somewhat edible food.
All of us were covered in flour and salt, while Finn and Rupert somehow had ended up getting marinara sauce on their faces. Of course I giggled at them along with Daniel, which of course caused them to jokingly threaten us with the sauce jar.
A lot of screams, laughter, and cussing were involved with this pizza making session, but we all enjoyed it nonetheless.

Sometime when we started though, Emma had dragged Tom into a nearby room that was down one of my many halls, ignoring Willow's whines and protests while she shoved him away. I can't lie, my curiosity was getting the best of me, but I had 3 childish boys who kept me busy.

As we grabbed our trays out of the oven, the delicious smell of pizza filled the kitchen. We all sighed, our mouths already watering. We let the pizzas cool before digging in.
Since the other 3 had been off doing whatever, I had taken the liberty to make their pizzas as well.

"Hold up guys, I'll go grab Emma and Tom. Willow, your very special vegan pizza is ready." I rolled my eyes as the human Barbie doll strutted in, scoffing softly at me as she passed me.
I got up, taking a big bite out of my amazing (f/t) pizza, causing the boys to laugh at me, before walking towards the room where Emma and Tom had gone into. They had been in there for a good hour or so, so my curiosity level was maxed out.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I tiptoed slowly down the corridor in which they went into. The last room on the left is the one they went into, so I softly snuck my way over to it, hunching over and trying to see if I could hear them in the slightest.
To my appreciation, I could. The door was cracked open a little, allowing me to look in and see them.
They were standing up, Emma looking furious while Tom looked exhausted.

"How DARE you say those horrid things to Y/N?" Emma shrieked quietly. "What the bloody hell are you on about, Emma?" Tom asked innocently. "Oh, don't 'Emma' me! You know bloody well what I mean, Tom. You have NO FUCKING CLUE what that girl goes through on a daily basis, you had NO FUCKING RIGHT to say all those nasty things about her, and on Twitter for Christ's sake!" Emma's voice was raising as her face was turning bright red, her fists were clenched and turning white.

Tom backed up slightly, his eyes widening ever so slightly before turning angry. "How dare I? HOW DARE I? You have no fucking clue what I'M going through, Emma! Do you not know how hard it is to be in love with 2 people AT THE SAME TIME?!" Tom spat in her face as he stepped towards her angrily.
Emma's face dropped as she realized his words. Once he saw her expression, his did too. He gulped nervously before brushing a hand through his unkept hair, sighing out frustratedly.

"W-what Tom?" Emma whispered out, like if she said it any louder, he'd explode. To her displeasure, that's exactly what he did.
"I'M IN LOVE WITH WILLOW AND Y/N, EMMA! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?!" He yelled, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips curving down into a snarl. Emma stepped back, placing a hand on her heart as her jaw dropped slightly.
I on the other hand, stepped back as my shaking right hand slammed itself onto my mouth, stopping me from gasping out. I slowly tiptoed backwards, my back hitting the opposite wall forcefully as I slid down slightly, shaking softly.

"Tom.. Are-are you serious?" Emma stepped forward, trying to comfort him without triggering him any further.
"Yes Emma..

I'm serious."