cracked, tom holland.

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(1055 words)
Do you ever lay awake and feel nothing?

Well not nothing, just the feeling that you are nothing.

Well that was until I met him.
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Being a mate of Harrison's, I never really acknowledged any other friends he had except from the usual lot we'd hang out with. I didn't think much of them, only for them to be normal people.

That was until I met Tom.
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"Yo y/n, you there?" Harrison said walking through the door of your two bedroom flat. He slumped his large, black rucksack off his back which landed next to the sofa.

"Harrison?" You shouted from your bedroom, the door creaking open slowly. You rise from your bed, hair down in an oversized tee,

"What did I tell you about sleeping in til late? Your gunna miss your interview" he said, spinning around the see-through plastic chair tucked under the desk in the corner of your mini-office in your bedroom. "Oh shi- the interview!!" I said sitting up straight, hand stuck to my forehead, "oh my god Haz, what would I do without you?" You said, rushing towards your cupboard, not caring you were only in pants and a t-shirt. Harrison was your best mate after all. And was nothing more than that.

You grabbed a navy blue jacket with a matching pencil skirt and went over to your draws grabbing the rest,
"Either turn around or get out Osterfield"
You said grabbing some fresh underwear and a bra.

"Ugh fine." He said," be quick!"
He said, closing the door behind him.

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Harrison drove towards the front gate of Tom's house, the gate was made out of a strong metal which looked very intimidating once you pulled up to it. "Ugh yeah hey, it's Harrison here with y/n?" He said, leaning out of the window,
"Yeah of course come through!" Said a voice from the box that was attached to the brick column.
"Right," Harrison said, taking your hand in his, "He may be a bit intimidating at first, but that's just cause he's a 'business man'" haz said, making bunny ears with his fingers, " but he's lovely once you get to know him, I'm sure you've got nothing to worry about." He said, clutching at your hand once again.

You both eventually pulled up to the house where a servant was waiting for you. An old dude, mid 50's, dressed in a suit and tie.
Fancy. Very fancy.

"Good morning miss, welcome to the Holland household" He said giving you a hand to help you out of the Range Rover.
"Good morning Master Osterfield, how are you this fine morning?" He said looking around the back of the car as Haz pulled up his trousers.
"Trevor! I'm great thank you, yourself?" He said walking towards the stairs that conjoined onto the rest of the, very impressive, front door. Harrison leant over and grabbed your hand, pulling your hand. You felt safe, yet still somewhat nervous. Trevor came and unlocked the door revealing a beautiful welcome room. Polished furniture and the smell of the lily's that were perched on the side cabinet filled the room. To the left of you, a collection of grey-velvet sofas surrounding a huge smart tv. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling which glistened in the sunlight from the window which seemed to be decorated with many photos of people you didn't recognise. A fire underneath the tv was lit, although it seemed to be an electronic fireplace instead.
To the right of you, a large kitchen. Grey tiles and marble worktops gave off a sense of superiority. This place was so tidy unlike your mess back at home.

"Where is Master Holland Trevor? We're here for a job interview." Haz said, putting on his ridiculous intimidation of Trevor.
Poor old bloke.
"Oh yes! I do believe he's in his office waiting for you, sorry he wasn't here to greet you y/n, I think he woke up a tad late today." He said walking into the kitchen to continue his dishes.
"See? You to have something in common and you haven't even met yet!" Harrison said, walking over towards a corridor which let into more corridors. You slapped his arm harshly, "ow!? That was my injection arm!!" He said holding his left arm in agony, "seriously? When was the last time you had an injection? Year 10?" You giggled, clutching onto the doorframe next to you, "right, this is it then, want me to come in with you?" He said holding his hand out, you instantly grabbed it, not wanting to even think about the humiliation about walking into a random room with a new guy inside.

Harrison pulled you close as he opened the door and whispers into you ear, "also he's 110% your type." He said pulling away and winking at you. You blush looking down at yourself. Are you ready for this.
Nope.
Did you need the job though?
Yes.

"Ready?" He asked opening the door, "as I'll ever be." You said, squeezing his hand tight.

You walk into a room, it's not huge but it is basically a giant glass box. A row of cupboards to your left, a dark black crushed velvet sofa to the right of you. About 5 meters away was a young man, maybe early twenties sat in a chair swung around so he was looking out into the field and trees on the other side of the glass. His desk was messy. A nearly-empty mountain dew bottle was piled on top of a mountain of paper work. A giant Mac computer was pushed into the corner of the desk where pots of pens were gathered.

"Thomas Holland?" Harrison said loudly, making the man jump he swung his chair around quickly smiling.

Wow. And when I mean wow, I mean it. His dark brown curled layer flat on his head and his dark-brown eyes were so brown that you probably couldn't even see his iris. He stood up, adjusting the button on his jacket. His build was amazing, almost like an athletes. What a fitty.

Harrison was right. My type to a T.

finished part 1, their probably not going to be THIS long but you never know lmao💗okay byyeeee it's like 11:40pm