HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Law Student!Tom AU // Tom Holland

Note: This is part of an unfinished series.

By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr. 

  So, I saw this on the gounderoosedits page on instagram (okina owns me)  

[Image reads: lawstudent!tom au: where he attends harvard university in hopes of becoming a lawyer who specializes in international law and human rights (eye emoji) during the summer he lives in capitol hill and works as a tour guide. thoughts??]

  so thank you @tmholland for this lil idea! xo  

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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You're gonna be late. You're gonna be late. You're gonna be late. You hastily grabbed all your books, your wrapped post-it notes, three different highlighters, stuffing them into your shoulder bag. You grabbed the burgundy sweater off the back of your desk chair and shrugged it on, reaching into your bottom drawer and pulling out the first pair of jeans you saw. While you danced around the room trying to pull them past your thighs, you glanced around your room trying to see if you'd forgotten anything. You spotted your phone face down on your side-table, still plugged in. You buttoned your jeans and quickly walked up to pick up your phone, checking the time and seeing you had about twenty minutes before your class started. Slinging your shoulder bag over your shoulder, you regretted not getting a regular backpack. You made a mental note to make time to go out and buy a new one, knowing with all your material, you'd be bruising your shoulder carrying this load with you between classes.

"Hey, breakfast!" You rolled your eyes as you stopped abruptly at the door's entrance hearing your roommates scolding tone. You walked back to the kitchen where your roommate sat at the island, chewing on a piece of toast. You leaned down, checking the cupboard for a granola bar. You flashed your roommate a smile and the bar, only exiting your apartment when she nodded at you to continue with your day. "Good luck on your first day, killer!" You smiled at her and mumbled out a 'thank you', your mouth already filled with half of the granola bar.

You tried to keep your breathing normal and your nerves down as you walked toward campus. You had to stop at every designated campus map to find the building you were going to because you had gotten too distracted while walking there, you began to wander toward different directions. You glanced down at your phone: 10:53. You had made it to your building seven minutes before class – although, it wasn't nearly early enough. When you walked into the room, almost every seat in the lecture hall was filled, a few seats in the middle spared. You clambered your way up the stairs, mumbling half-assed apologies while attempting to lift your bag over your head to spare other people their knees getting bruised from the weight of it.

"Is this seat taken?" You asked the person sitting on the left, they shook their head, keeping their head down. You looked to the person on the right of the seat. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Another head shake, indicating that it wasn't. You sat yourself down and pulled out your notebook, highlighters, required readings for the first class and reached into your bag for a pen. Your fingers weren't brushing against anything except discarded wrappers and a pack of gum. You groaned silently to yourself, reaching to check the outer pockets of your bag. Of course, on your first day of class you had picked everything up except for a damn writing utensil. You clenched your jaw, breathing in and out deeply as you set your bag down. Calm down, it's fine. You turned to your left again, seeing the person who hadn't looked at you when you spoke to him plugged into his readings, scrambling to rush through them before class started.

Not going to get a nice answer from him, you thought. You turned to your right, seeing the other person you had asked about the seat. "Excuse me?" He didn't look up, not hearing you. You cleared your throat, reaching a finger out to tap his shoulder. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you but – and this is going to sound very cliché and unprofessional as a law student but – do you have a pen I could borrow? The boy next to you laughed lightly, reaching into his bag as he pulled out a pen and turned toward you. Your breath caught in your throat as soon as you saw him directly. You had just seen a mess of brown curls on the stranger's head before and the identical burgundy sweatshirt that read HARVARD on his chest – the same one you were wearing. But now, you saw round brown eyes and a wide smile. Thin, round, black-framed glasses covered half of his face and light stubble scattered across his jaw. You saw as he lifted a hand to card through his hair, pushing his messy curls back and soothing it down – not that it made a difference.

He looked at you, his cheeks turning a slight pink shade when he noticed the identical sweaters and how pretty you looked – even if you looked like you just woke up 20 minutes ago (which you totally did). He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up so they weren't resting on the bridge of his nose. He smiled softly, extending the pen toward you. "It's fine – I usually pack too many, anyway." You nodded back at him, taking the pen from him, ignoring how soft and warm his fingers were when yours brushed against his. "Freshman?" You nodded.

"Is it obvious?" He laughed, shrugging.

"I'm a freshman, too. I can't tell the difference." You laughed along with him, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Then, why ask?" He shrugged, leaning back in his seat and pulling out his own notebook.

"It's nice to know we're in the same year – I might have a better chance with you." Your eyes widened, the crimson color spreading in your face only going noticed by you felt the heat becoming slightly too much. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were quickly interrupted by the professor walking in, introducing you to your first Intro to Law class.

Your first class flew by, too much information being thrown at you, and too many of your own questions burning in the back of your mind and throat, to focus on the cute boy with an accent sat at your right. You were busy collecting your things after the professor dismissed the class when the stranger next to you spoke up.

"Intense." He breathed out, shaking his head with a soft laugh that matched your own. You nodded in agreement, shrugging.

"It's a challenge – I like challenges. If I didn't, I would think I picked the wrong school and major." You both laughed, as you stood up. "Shit," you glanced at your phone, disregarding the messages from your roommate and mom as you read the time – you only had six minutes to make it toward the other side of this building structure for your other class. "I have to go – I'll see you in class, uh–?"

"Tom," he smiled at you.

"(Y/N)." You smiled back and before he could say anything, your feet were racing down the steps of the lecture hall.

Tom smiled softly as he watched you run out. He bent down to pick up his bag, noticing something on the ground that wasn't his. "Shit, hey! Wait, you forgot your book!" Tom sighed, reaching the bottom of the stairs and peaking out of the room, only to not see you anywhere. He looked at your book, opening the front cover. He smiled, seeing a variant of different flowers and stick figures on it. "(Y/N)," he whispered. He placed the book in his bag and headed to his general ed math class. At least he had a reason to speak to you again.