Holland's & Harrison Imagines

Scary Movies (T.H)

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When his jealousy gets the better of him, you finally find out whyTom has such a problem with your new platonic guy friend.

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You jumped and turned in Tom's arms to shield your eyes from the TV screen as another character was viciously slaughtered by a masked vigilante. You could already feel Tom's chuckles of amusement at your reaction before you heard them, bursting from his lips despite his efforts to suppress them and you didn't refrain from smacking his chest lightly without turning back around until it was declared 'safe'.

"I think You can turn around now, Y/N," Tom laughed as you hesitated before shuffling back around to face the screen, moving further from Tom's grasp slightly as you realised how close he had been holding you.

"You're an asshole, Holland," You glowered as he continued to find your fear amusing though both of you could sense the disguised humour in your tone, "...and I'm late,"

Throwing the blanket that covered both of your laps to cover Tom's, you scrambled from the sofa to your room to quickly check yourself over in the mirror, ignoring the fact that Tom followed you there and watched you as you re-applied your lip-gloss and made sure your hair was decent enough to be seen by the general public.

"Running off to see him again?" You sighed at the distain in Tom's voice which you had quickly become accustomed to hearing every time 'he' was brought into any conversation. There was something about the guy that Tom didn't like, though he'd never tell you what it was.

"Yes, Tom. I did tell you that I wouldn't be able to stay for the whole movie before you put it on, remember?"

Tom huffed but didn't reply, instead he allowed you to put your shoes on in peace before following you to the front door and grabbing your keys before you could get to them. He looked at you innocently as he hid them behind his back with a small smirk on his face in a challenge for you to try and grab them off you. God, he was such a child sometimes!

"Tom, I'm already late!" You whined as you played into his game and tried to reach behind him to grab your keys.

"Then don't go," He retorted too quickly, as if his brain hadn't caught up with what his mouth was saying.

You stopped fighting him for your keys immediately, looking at him with wide eyes as you tried to process his words. They were said with too much conviction to have just been an offhanded comment that he didn't mean and you waited for him to explain himself but he never did. Instead, his gaze stayed trained to the floor while he held your keys limply at his side, not offering them out to you but not making an effort to shield you from them either.

"Why are you acting so jealous, Tom?" You asked him, "Why do you always act so jealous when I go out with him?"

Instead of answering you Tom turned around and put your keys on the counter-top before running his hands through his hair, something you knew he only did when he was nervous, stressed or angry. In that moment you couldn't decide which emotion had control of your best friend though you knew you were quickly going to find out.

"Tom? Answer me!"

"Because I'm in love with you!" He whirled around so fast that you hadn't seen his outburst coming and couldn't have anticipated it even if you wanted to.

"Y-You're what?" Speechless, your mouth hung open like a gaping fish out of water and with your eyes widened your mind went blank. Those were the only two words that you could think to say but you knew they were wrong, they weren't enough. What the hell were you supposed to say when your best friend tells you they love you?

Stepping closer to you, Tom cupped your face with one hand and gently pushed your jaw up so your mouth closed, smirking almost sadly with his eyes solely trained on your lips before delving deep into your own eyes, speaking with such certainty that it almost made you melt right there on the spot, "I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"Tom..."

"No, I know what you're about to say," His voice remained soft as he continued to hold your face in his hand, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he spoke, "You're going to tell me that I shouldn't love you, that I can't love you because of my reputation and because of the paparazzi and the gossip and the rumours that we'll both be a part of if this gets out. And I don't care."

"But, Tom-"

"No, Y/N!" He stepped back from you then, running his hands through his hair once more and pulling at the strands violently, "Do you have any idea how it feels when the person you love most tells you that you shouldn't love them?"

He'd began to pace the room at this point, his hands still firmly kept in his hair as his made his rapidly sharp movements here, there and everywhere in every free space available. The only way to stop him was to intercept him, so that's exactly what you did.

Catching him off-guard in the same way that he had done to you with his outburst, you held his shoulders and reached up to kiss his lips in a rapid, over-too-soon kiss that shut him up and stopped his movements immediately. You chuckled at the awestruck expression on his face before taking a step back to let him recover, "I never actually said any of that, dumb ass,"

Shaking his head with the biggest grin on his face, he caught you in his embrace easily, spinning you around once or twice before setting you down and just holding you for a moment before whispering, "So can we try this? Me and you? Like as a couple?"

He stuttered over his own words adorably as he tried to get the question out and you smiled at the sight of the faint blush that tinted his cheeks before nodding and lightly pressing your lips against his. "Yes, we can try this, Tom. But no more scary movies!"

"You know, I purposely suggest scary movies just so I can hold you in my arms, right?" You smacked his chest lightly again as he chuckled at your shocked expression before leading you over to the couch where the all but forgotten movie still continued to play in the background as you cuddled up in Tom's lap.

"Aren't you worried I'm going to break your heart one day, Holland?" You questioned while your fingers traced patterns over his clothed chest.

"I don't mind you breaking my heart, love."