That Night (Tom Holland x Reader) [[COMPLETED]]

III

"(Y/N)! I'm home!" Alex called out before fully looking up. He closed the door and turned around. "No fucking way..." he breathed. His gaze was pulled to the couch first where Harrison was. "(Y/N), please tell me you see the hot guy on our couch too?" He asked you, eyes wide opened, looking at you. You gulped and nodded.

"Yes, Alex. Look I can explain." You started.

"Explain? You finally hooked up with someone! That needs no explanation! You go girl!" You glanced over at Harrison who was off the couch and headed over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Yeah, we totally-" He started jokingly, but you cut him off.

"You are not finishing that sentence." You push his arms off of you. "I didn't hook up with anyone last night." You tell Alex. You sighed. "Alex, this is Harrison. Harrison, Alex." You quickly introduced. You were about to speak again when Tom came back from the bathroom.

"Hey (Y/N), it's a size or two too big, but otherwise a perfect fit." He laughed before looking up. You whipped your head around to look at him, but was interrupted by Alex.

"Oh my god." He fell back against the door. "Ohmygodyou'reTomHolland!"He said in one breath. Alex stared at him, then at you. "(Y/N), that's fucking Tom Holland! You see him too right?" You walked over to Alex who was now slowly sliding down the door.

"Breathe, Alex. Breathe." He pulled you down with him, but then you pulled him back up to his feet.

"Can you...can you please tell me why there is a celebrity in our house? And why he's wearing my shirt?" Alex says breathlessly, trying to stop himself from fainting.

"Hey, I feel left out!" Harrison complained.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are, hottie." Alex honestly tells him. Harrison playfully puts a hand over his heart and pretends to be hurt.

"That's Harrison Osterfield, Alex. Toms best friend?" You remind him.

"You're on a first name basis?" Alex asked amazed.

"Hey, you actually said my name!" Tom said quickly after.

"Oh god, he spoke!" Alex almost doubled over again. Tom walked over and held out his hand.

"Sorry, I forgot to do this. I'm Tom, but you know that." He said chuckling. Alex grabbed onto his hand and shook it, still in shock.

"Alex." Alex forced himself to let go of his hand. He looked over to you. "You have a lot of explaining to do." He told you. Harrison went back over to the couch and sat down. Alex grabbed your arm and dragged you into your room.

"Uh, make yourselves at home?" You called to Tom and Harrison before Alex shut the door.

"Agh! What the literal hell?! Why are they here? Wait. Oh my god, did they stay here?" he was talking so fast. He gasped. "Did you sleep with them?" He asked, freaking out. "Shit, if I find out you slept with them, and I missed that, I swear to god-"

"Alex! No!" You groaned and grabbed his shoulders to stop him from pacing. "I did not sleep with either of them, and they did not stay here." You quickly explained to him the events, starting with last night. He stood there, now calmer.

"So, you're telling me that you gave Tom Holland a fake number after he asked for yours, and if it wasn't for Harrison recognizing you on the street I never would've met him?!"

"Because that's what stuck with you out of the story, yes."

"You gave. A fake number. To a celebrity." You nodded. "The fuck? Why?!"