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Facetime Mishap // Tom Holland

By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: While trying to dial Harrison's new phone number, he enters the contact in wrong, getting you on the other line instead.

*Note: this was inspired by my giiiirl @purelyparker, love u cass xoxo

Word Count: 3,181 sorry gjhfdsjkhbn

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"Jump for it," Tom teased, standing on top of the island and holding Harrison's phone above his head.

"You're such a dickhead," he complained, trying to tug on the pant leg of Tom's jeans, urging him to get down. "Tom, I need to ring my mom! She's going to kill me!" Tom mocked him, turning his attention to Haz's phone, going through it.

"I'll call your mom for you–"

"NO! Just give me the fucking phone," Harrison impatiently climbed onto the small island.

"Watch it, you're going to drop me." Tom stumbled slightly, trying to make room for Harrison, but also trying not to lose his footing.

"Then just give me the damn phone and we'll both be okay." Without realizing it, Harrison's hand went up the same time Tom's hand was coming down, resulting in Harrison knocking the phone out of his hand – the last thing they both heard was the sound of Harrison's phone hitting the tile beneath them. "You fucking didn't." Harrison looked up at Tom, a glare settled on his face while Tom looked down at him apologetically. "You absolute dick," Harrison and Tom quickly jumped off the counter and Harrison leaned down to pick up what was left of his phone – which wasn't much.

"Haz," Tom's jaw dropped slightly, guilt washing over him, "I'm so fucking sorry, mate. I–I'll pay for a new one, here," he took out his phone, handing it to his best friend, "call your mom – tell her what happened." Harrison shook his head, taking Tom's phone, anyway. "Haz?" Harrison ignored him, walking away into another room to call his mom, placing the broken pieces of his phone on the counter.

"Hey, I ordered the phone. I can't take you to pick it up, but as soon as you drop me at the interview, you and Harry could take the car and go pick it up without me." Harrison nodded silently, picking at his nails. It wasn't like he was ungrateful, it's just that he had, had his phone for as long as he could remember. He knew he'd be able to transfer all his pictures and everything else to his new phone, but it felt like the end of an era for him. "Are you still mad at me?"

Harrison shrugged, heading toward the door when Harry knocked on it. "Ready guys?" Harrison nodded, walking ahead of Harry and not waiting for Tom. Tom sighed, picking up his jacket and heading out with Harry.

"What do I ask for when I get there?" This was the first time Harrison had spoken actual words to Tom since yesterday. And, to be quite honest, Tom missed the sound of his best friend's voice.

"I, uh, I got you the new iPhone, just ask for Haz's order – I assumed that no one would be under the same name."

"The iPhone 7?"

"7 Plus." Tom shrugged, looking out the window – he didn't see the big deal in it. It was his fault, and he needed to take care of Haz. Haz always took care of him.

"Dude – thanks." Harrison furrowed his eyebrows. "That phone is wicked expensive, isn't it?" Tom shrugged again, facing his best friend.

"It means nothing if it's for you – you know that." Harrison smiled, patting Tom on the shoulder. Tom felt a weight off his chest, feeling like he and his best friend were over their small 'fight'.