HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Studying Abroad (Part 5) // Tom Holland

warning: slight NSFW + not for minors.

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After standing stunned for a few seconds, behind Tom's door, you lifted your fist to knock on the door. You hesitated, lowering it and raising it a couple of times before sighing and bringing both hands back to your side. You decided to retreat back to your room. You didn't bother to knock on the door and say anything – mostly because you didn't know what to say. You knew that you felt something toward Tom. You've had for the past couple of months. But, he could just be so annoying sometimes. You couldn't tell if Tom was indecisive or just lonely.

You threw yourself on your bed. The more you thought about yours and Tom's... relationship, the more confusing it got. For the first couple of weeks you were here, it was like Tom hated you. Then, after your interactions became routine, it was like he just wanted to lay you. But, then, after he kissed you in your room, or sometime before that, there was a shift. Did he care for you? You remembered how you felt the next day, him shrugging you off. And then how jealous he got.

The more you thought about it, the angrier you got. You got up off your bed, headed out and knocked on his door. "Tom!" You shouted, curling your fist tighter, your nails digging into your palm. "Tom! Open the fucking door! Now!"

Tom opened the door, looking at you with wide-eyes. Before he could say anything, you shoved past him, walking into his room and pacing.

"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?"

"What?" Tom asked, looking at you with even more confusion.

"I can't believe you're mad at me, for what? Because someone else liked me and did something about it? Because, what, you "love" me?" You lifted your fingers, air-quoting the word 'love', standing in front of him. You shook your head, folding your arms across your chest. "You spent the first half of my time here hating me!"

"I didn't hate you."

"Well, you sure treated me like you did! And now, all of a sudden, someone shows interest in me and you love me?"

"That's not it–"

"And then you tell me you love me, and then, that's it! You shut the door in my face, instead of talking to me."

"I just thought–"

"You're so immature, you know? You walk around like this arrogant ass, and then when it comes down to actually trying to do something, you just–"

"For the love of God, shut up!" Tom shouted, catching you off guard. "All you're doing is speaking in circles, and not letting me speak. All you ever do is talk. Can you just shut up, for a second? For once?"

You didn't say anything, just stood there. Rolling your eyes and waiting for him to speak, mostly because you were speaking in circles. You hadn't really practiced or thought of what you would say to him, you kind of just word-vomited all the words that were scattered in your head.

"Finally," he mumbled, looking down and taking a deep breath before pacing around his room, like you did before. "Where do I start? It's like you bulldozed over a bunch of different things!" He shook his head, trying to focus on what he wanted to say. "I didn't hate you – I don't, and I never have. When I first saw you – fuck – you know?" He shook his head. "Of course, you don't. Uh, well, I just mean – god, when I saw you. It was like – I'd seen you before... I guess? And then, I wanted to keep seeing you. When you fell asleep that first week at movie night, on Sam's shoulder? I carried you to your bed – when you asked who it was, your eyes half-closed, I told you it was Harry."

You remembered that night – you were still jetlagged from the ride over. The Holland's threw you a welcome party and introduced you to some people, so you'd know people at school and wouldn't be lost. At the end of the night, you all gathered in the living room and watched one of your favorites – The Goonies. You'd fallen asleep halfway through, not being able to get to where they found the treasure, despite how hard you tried. And then you woke up in your bed, and thanked Harry. Now you knew why he'd looked so confused the next morning.