THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

World War 3 - H.O.

  written by: @/tomhollandimagines

Word count: 2188

Summary: When you move back to London to be Tom Holland's personal trainer, you didn't expect to run into your ex. And you definitely didn't expect things to go the way they did.

"So how long since you last were in London?" Tom asked you, as you stepped out of the airplane. You were originally from London, but you had moved to Los Angeles without ever looking back. But now you were back on British soil.

"About 5 years? I was around 16-17 when I left" You smiled at him. Tom was nice, and you enjoyed his company. He was definitely one of your favourite people to work with, and work was the exact reason that brought you back to your beloved London.

"Well, in that case. Welcome home!" He laughed, and you rolled your eyes at him. London used to be home for you, but not anymore. The only thing that ever kept you in London was the people, and when they didn't turn out to be who you thought they were, you left.

Your parents always travelled a lot. You mother eventually settled down in Los Angeles, while your father never stayed in a country for more than a month at a time. They were still married, so he often came back to your mother, and she travelled with him when possible. They wanted you to have some stability, so you lived with your aunt, until you decided to move.

You could still remember the night you made the decision. You had thought about it for a while, but you didn't want to leave your boyfriend behind. There was something so special between you, and you didn't want to risk losing that. But as it turned out, he couldn't care less.

You had been at work, so you arrived at the party later than everyone else. You weren't supposed to come, but it was your boyfriend's birthday at midnight, and you wanted to be with him. You wanted to surprise him, so you hadn't told anyone you were coming.

You had even put on the black set of underwear he had bought you. You wore the jeans that fit your butt perfectly, and the shirt you knew he loved on you. You wanted tonight to be about him because it was.

"Have you seen Harrison?" You asked one of his drunk friends, who pointed you in the direction of him. As you walked thought the crowd of people, you spotted the top of his head, and started walked more determinated towards him.

"Haz!" You called out, but he couldn't hear you over the music. When you got closer to him, your smile dropped.

He was standing with his back against the wall, and lips connected to someone else's. It felt like someone had kicked you in the stomach, and for a moment you tried to convince yourself it wasn't him. It was just someone who looked like him. You couldn't see his entire face, so maybe it was someone else?

He pulled away from the girl, and his face turned to yours. He didn't see you, but you most definitely saw him. There was no doubt, it couldn't be anyone but him. And the girl? Someone you had seen as a friend, a close one even.

You knew she wasn't shy on being with someone, but you never expected her to target your boyfriend, and never in your wildest dreams did you think he would let her. You didn't know what to do in the moment. Should you walk up to them, or just leave? Part of you wanted to yell at him, and another part wanted to just leave.

You made eye contact with the girl, Bella, and she instantly pulled Harrison in for another kiss. In that moment, you made your decision. It wasn't a drunken mistake, and you turned on your heel and walked out of the house. It was one of the first weeks of the summer vacation, and you made one of the rashest decisions you had ever made.