Tom Holland Imagines

My Brother's Keeper (Tom Holland)

[Sorry if this one is cliche, but it had to be done ;) Also the precious Holland bros in the pic above tho!! ~M]

*Your POV*

"Sucks to suck!" I tease Sam, as I wave the game controller in his face.

"It's not fair! You like practice Mario Kart when I'm not around or something!" Sam laughs, throwing his head back against the couch. He slumps and pouts at me playfully.

"You're just a sore loser," I tell my best friend.

"He really is," Harry comments as he enters the living room. He sits down next to me, and tries to connect a third controller.

"No. No. Get your own best friend." Sam says sassily as he points to the doorway, telling his brother to leave.

"Oh come on!" Harry complains.

I shrug before saying, "Sam's just scared you'll beat him too."

"Hey!" Sam yells as he punches my shoulder jokingly. "Seriously Harry, go."

After Harry leaves to go back to his room, I roll my eyes and turn to Sam.

"Why are you so mean?" I ask.

"I have to share everything with my brothers. You're the one thing I don't share with them. I'd like to keep it that way." He sighs, before starting up a new game. I nod in understanding, but I feel awful because I haven't told him about Tom....

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[Next Day]

*Tom's POV*

Sam went with Harry and Paddy to a baseball game today, which meant that (Y/N) and I finally have the house to ourselves. She came over twenty minutes after the boys left, and now we are cuddling in my bed, in just our underwear.

"Tom?" She asks me, as I mindlessly play with our entwined fingers. I kiss the back of her hand, and look down at her.

"Yes, Love?" I smile at her effortless beauty.

"We've been together for months now, and haven't told Sam...I feel—"

"Guilty?" I finish for her. She nods. "We'll tell him tonight."

She gets up, and slides her shirt back over her head, and pulls her shorts on as well.

"They'll be home soon. We'll talk about this later?" She asks, and I agree. She opens the bedroom door to leave, but her face pales when she sees Harry staring back at her. I now take time to notice her hair is a little crazy from fooling around, and Harry looks from her disheveled look to me laying on my bed in boxers.

"If Sam knew—" he starts, but can't seem to find the words.

"Don't say anything. I need to tell him at the right time." She whispers.

"He's about to come upstairs. Go." Harry states, as he moves so she can leave. He comes in after she's gone, and gives me the dirtiest look.

"What have you done? He's already jealous of your success. Hell, I can't even play video games with her. He's never going to speak to you again." Harry says in horror.

"I love her," I reply lamely.

"Yeah? Well so does he."

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[Later that night]

*Your POV*

"Sam, we need to talk." I say, pausing the game. I didn't know how I was going to say this.

"What's up?" He asks, turning to look at me with big, curious brown eyes.

"I met someone—wait, that's a stupid way of saying that. I'm dating someone. I have for awhile, and I just want to tell you as my best friend that it won't change anything between us. We'll still hang out all the time, and I still love you." I explain, and his face suddenly goes pale.

"Who?" He asks, sounding strained. It's impossible to find the words, but as if sensing the terrible timing, Tom enters the living room on his way to the kitchen. He and I make eye contact, and he grins. For a split second I forgot about the conversation I was having with Sam, but when I remembered, my head turns back to Sam quickly. He seems to be searching my eyes, when suddenly he takes a sharp breath. He looks at Tom and then at me, and in a split second Sam jumps up and pins Tom to the wall.

"Sam! Stop!" I yell, running up and tugging him off of Tom. Tom stumbled away from us, holding his arm out to keep Sam back in case he attacked again. Harry appeared in the hall doorway, and watched quietly.

"How long?" Sam asks, looking directly into my eyes. His eyes were filling with tears and I shook my head.

"3 months."

"Did you sleep with her?!" He asks Tom angrily. Tom was silent, his head held low. He looked up and gave a weak nod that was barely noticeable.

"Just fucking great! Of course you would." Sam shook his head and stormed off to his room, shoving past Harry without even saying sorry.

"Sam! Wait!" I call after him. I follow him, and enter his room. He was pulling on his hair and crying outwardly now, almost sobbing. I sit down on the bed next to him, and grab ahold of his hand. I'm surprised that he doesn't shove me away. I feel so horrible.

"I'm in love with him." That makes Sam choke on an actual sob. "But you're still my best friend and no one can take that away," I finish.

"I wanted to be more than that for so long. You just never saw that, (Y/N), but I knew you liked someone else. I could tell. I just didn't know it was my 'perfect' brother." He huffs in rage and sadness.

"I didn't know—you felt that way...I'm so sorry. Oh god, Sam. Please don't leave me." I was crying now, clinging to Sam in a desperate hug.

"It—it's ok, I think. I just need time to process. I just don't want to see you two together for a bit, ok? Don't have any PDA around me? We can still hang out, just us, but no Tom around me." He offers, and I nod. I hug him for awhile longer, blessing the fact that he's so mature about this.

After I leave his room, I find Tom and explain everything to him. He grins and leads me back to his room.

"So what you're saying is that as long as that door is closed, we can do whatever we want?" He asks mischievously as he points to his closed bedroom door. I cock my head in a teasing manner, and he connects our lips hungrily.

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