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Studying Abroad (Part 3) // Tom Holland

"Excuse me, just a minute," you laughed nervously, leaving Aaron in your room for the third time that day, alone. You rolled your eyes as you neared Tom's door, the music blaring even louder, if possible. "Tom?" You called out, knocking. You groaned, hearing him turn the music up again. "Tom!" You yelled, curling your hand into a fist and banging against the door.

"Oh, hello darling." Tom smirked as he opened the door, leaning against his doorframe. "What can I do for you?"

"Turn down the fucking music. This is the fourth time this week you've done this."

"Isn't this what you wanted? For me to go back to being... what was it? Oh, right – annoying." Tom's smirk dropped, giving you a hard stare. "Why don't you just go work at your butt-buddy's place?"

"I can't work at Aaron's place, because his roommates are there."

"What's the difference? I'm here."

You huffed, turning on your heel. "Fine, we'll take this to a more... private, atmosphere." You teased. "Thanks for the idea, Holland."

Tom rolled his eyes, returning to his room and turning down the stereo, to keep you in the house if anything. He couldn't trust himself not to follow you and Aaron, wherever you might go.

It had been two weeks since Aaron started hanging out at the house. Tom's mother had taken quite the liking to Aaron, and Tom was afraid you had taken a genuine liking to him, too. He hated himself every time he saw him running up to you at school or offering to hold your things for you, or whenever you got into his car after classes. Solely because, that could have been him.

"Sorry about that," you said, slipping back into your room and giving Aaron a soft smile.

"No problem," he smiled back, scooting the books out of your way so you could sit back down. "Hey, uh, my mates are having a party tonight. Did you, I don't know, maybe want to come? You can bring your friend."

You looked at him surprised – Aaron had never asked you to hang out with him outside of the project. Was this a date? How did you feel about a party being your first date? You frowned at yourself for overthinking.

"Is that okay?" Aaron's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to nod without thinking.

"Yeah, sure. Party sounds great!"

"Great! I have to get to the flat to help set up, but I'll text you the address?" You didn't even notice the two hours that you to usually spent working on the project had flown by.

"Uh, yeah. I'll see you tonight." You smiled as he picked up his things, being here often enough that he could walk himself out. "Fuck," you mumbled, after he shut the door. You pulled out your phone, asking your friend if she'd go with you. You didn't even have time to get off your bed before she replied with a "fuck yes. please". You laughed, thinking of how grateful to you she might be for helping her get out of her overly religious and strict home. You replied telling her she could stay over, you'd tell the Den Mother about it later.

-

"Hey, little Holland. Where are you going?" Tom asked his younger brother, Sam. Sam shrugged, looking in the mirror while he styled his hair.

"Aaron invited us to a party tonight. He's having one at his flat."

"Why the fuck would Aaron invite you?"

"Because I'm not a dickhead with him?"

Tom rolled his eyes, flipping Sam off before strolling over to your room. He knocked against the door, hearing you shuffle around your room before he saw the doorknob turning.