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New Girl (Part 7 & 8) // Tom Holland

Word count: 4200

I crept out of my room at around six in the morning, a small travel bag in my hand filled with clothes, shower/bathroom necessities, and my phone and laptop chargers. "Where are you going?" I stopped with my hand on the front door's doorknob at the sound of Harrison's voice. I turned around and faced him, a guilty look on my face as he had caught me red-handed. His eyes shifted to the bag in my hand and his eyebrows pulled in, in confusion. "Are you okay?" I put a finger to his lips, trying to indicate I wanted him to speak in a lower voice.

"I don't want to wake up Tom." Harrison nodded, walking over to me and pulling me into his room, which was the farthest from all of ours, the room on the other side of the loft. He quietly shut the door and turned to me, signaling me to sit on his bed. Once we both got ourselves situated, the questions began.

"Why do you have a bag? Is it packed? I thought you weren't moving in with Tony, didn't you guys break-up? Jacob's gonna kill you."

"Harrison," I held my hand up to stop him, laughing a little bit. "I'm not moving in with Tony, I haven't spoken to him since we broke up four days ago." He nodded.

"Then what's with the bag? What's in it?"

"Well – I did actually pack a bag with my stuff. But, it's only for a couple, or few, days!" His mouth pulled into a frown.

"Why?"

"I need some space," I paused, trying to decide whether or not I should tell him why I was leaving. He probably wouldn't let me leave without an explanation, and if I didn't tell him, he'd go to Tom. I sighed and then continued, "Haven't you noticed that there's some tension? Between me... me and Tom?" He shrugged.

"Sure," he said, "I just assumed you guys had another argument. But, now that you mention it, it has been growing longer than usual." He looked toward his door, then back at me. "Is he why you're leaving?" I nodded. "What happened? What did he say?"

"It's complicated," I hesitated.

"Try me." He had a small smile on his face as he challenged me, so I decided to just tell him everything.

"Tom and I – we kissed." I gauged his reaction, but he had an unreadable expression, so I continued. "And we kind of admitted to liking each other," still, nothing from Harrison, "but, then Lucy came back into the picture and it's been a little rocky. We haven't spoken for four days..." Harrison sat next to me, his posture straight, like a stone. I waved a hand in front of his face to make sure he was still here with me. "Haz?"

"You," it came out as a whisper, and then he cleared his throat, "you, and Tom, you guys kissed?" I nodded, slowly. He sat still for a few more seconds and then shot out of his seat on the bed, heading for his door and speed-walking out.

"Harrison!" I whisper-shouted, afraid of waking anyone else up. When I was about to follow him, Harrison came barging back in, his hand gripping Jacob's shirt as he hauled him into his room, closing his door again, quietly.

"It's, like, the crack of dawn. What the hell are you doing waking me up?"

"You're an idiot child, it's almost seven," Harrison rolled his eyes. "This is when people with jobs and school wake up, normally."

"Did you wake me up to insult me? Because, you funnily enough do that enough in my dreams. You're a world class nagger," I stepped in between the two boys before another one of their arguments ensued.

"Guys, guys," I complained, pushing my hands against both of their chests to separate them. "Can we not do this now?" I heard a grumbled 'fine', come out of both of them.