Jeal•ous (Tom Holland x Reader)

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**important Authors Note at the end**

Y/n's POV

When I woke up, I tried to stretch my sore limbs, but there was a body preventing me from moving. I panicked at first, but then all of last nights memories came flooding back to me. I relaxed when I remembered it was just Tom. Right as I was about to fall back asleep, I felt a little something more awkward pressed against my back. I look behind me, maybe it was his phone, or keys or something? But when I looked to where I was being poked, it was proved that Tommy had a little downstairs situation he had to take care of. I made the conscious choice to just ignore it and pretend to sleep when his alarm started blaring from the nightstand next to me.

I heard a soft groan from Tom as he began to wake from the persistent sound from next to me, followed by a little "oh shit," before I felt his body leave the bed and the weight shift. Once Tom was in the bathroom, I giggled softly, and actually began to stretch my limbs before getting up.

You may be wondering, why is there an alarm going off on a Saturday morning? Well, that will all be explained soon.

I just grabbed one of Tom's big shirts and a pair of boxers (say what you want that is the most comfy stuff to sleep in i will fight you on it) and made my way down to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast for us. His little brothers were all still asleep so I decided to just make a lot for them when they wake up, because I am basically living here now, there is no way I am going home with all this shit going on.

A few minutes later, when I am belting out Midnight Memories by One Direction in the kitchen, using Tom's speaker of course, I heard some heavy footsteps going down the stairs and a few groans. The twins are up.

"Good morning sunshines." I spoke cheerily, even though I was very upset at them for just waltzing in on my me-time.

"I hate you." Harry mumbled, taking a seat at the island, followed by Sam.

"Bruv you really should be nicer to her, she is making food and I can't say I really want to get poisoned right now, I'm going out with Elsie and some friends tonight and I'm excited. Don't fuck this up." Sam spoke softly, punching Harry in the arm as hard as he could, given as he just woke up.

"If you guys are going to be in this kitchen when I'm cooking, you know the drill." I sung, laughing when I heard the boys groan in unison, before they groggily began singing part of the song.

5 foot something with the skinny jeans
Don't look back, baby follow me
I don't know where I'm going but I'm finding my way
Same old shh but a different day.

"Thank you boys, now how do you want your eggs?"

"Poached." They both spoke, before giving each other a fist bump.

"Good morning ladies." I heard Tom's soft voice speak from the stairwell, and he had that morning raspiness to it, God, the things I would let that man do to me.

No, absolutely not Y/n.

No no no.

Leave room for Jesus.

Oh but his abs.

no.

Those arm veins

no.

"Hey baby you good?" Tom asked, snapping me out of my daze, my face flaming red for even thinking about those things.

"Uh yeah, just thinking, about things."

about you ripping my clothes- no

"Okay?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, eliciting noises of disgust from the two boys sitting near us.

(i just finished a can of Monster, which has 140mg of caffeine in it, I should only be having 100 but fuck it ya know?)

"How about you suck my dick?" Tom jokingly asked the boys.

"Well I'm sure Y/n would love th-" Harry began before I cut him off

"You are just so funny aren't you, Harold"I spat, earning a chuckle from Tom and Sam. "Samuel and Thomas, you're not off the hook, don't even think for a minute you two are walking out of here alive."

"We didn't even do anything!" Sam yelled, throwing his hands up like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Aww did Sammy not get his juicebox yet." Tom fake pouted, to which I slapped his wrist and pried his arms from around my waist, getting back to the eggs.

"Because, Sam, you didn't tell me about Elsie!" It was my turn to pout, and Harry and Tom began laughing at the blushing boy in front of me.

"I didn't want to tell you if nothing was going to come from it." He suddenly gained interest in his feet and the spinney stool he was currently sat upon.

"And Thomas Stanley, you have been a meanie all morning to these boys, say sorry or you have to make your own food, and we all know you can not cook anything." I spat at the shirtless boy in front of me, trying not to bite my lip of look at his form. "And put a shirt on for the sake of everyone in this room for Heaven's sake!"

"Ugh boring." Tom snapped, but went upstairs nonetheless.

"Now you two better stop laughing before I physically kick everyone's asses." I finished, before turning up my playlist and resuming the eggs.

Time skip brought to you by me having too much caffeine :)

Tom's POV

Y/n, Tessa and I all went and hung out at the park where Paddy had his football practice, and we just threw tennis balls for the princess, and Y/n and I kicked a football around a bit. I will admit I'm not the best at the sport, but Y/n was super good. Best center mid I've ever met.

"Why is my left foot so useless!" Y/n screamed, but just at her foot. She literally bent over and yelled at her left foot, to which I began laughing, but she just gave me a death glare. I put my hands up and turned around.

"C'mon princess, Paddy is almost done." I spoke to Tessa, but Y/n's head snapped my direction, obviously not used to that nickname.

"I beg your pardon?" She asked, quite violently may I add.

"I was talking to my dog sweetheart, but if you want to be called the same thing as Tess, I say go for it." I replied through bits of laughter. Not because of the nickname, but to Y/n's reaction to it.

"Yeah yeah yeah lets just go get your brother from his practice, this conversation is far from over." She yelled as she walked away, stealing my dog in the process.

"My two favorite girls, gone just like that" I dramatically sigh, jogging to catch up with them.

Once we grabbed Paddy Y/n sprinted to the car, determined to reach shotgun before Paddy could, but when we got to the car, all signs of her were gone, except for her pack of tropical twist gum left discarded on the floor, and all we saw was a black pickup truck driving away from us.

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I am so so so so so so so sorry for not updating in forever. I moved again, went on vacation, and mostly just lost motivation for where this story was going. I needed that break more then you know, and with everything happening in life, it was very nice.

Thank you to the PPP groupchat, and my Bruhvengers for just keeping me sane. Also if you are in my rant gc, I apologize.

My life has been a whole kinda mess recently, and I'm probably going to rant on my Memes book, thats not really a book. Again I am sorry to everyone that has had to deal with all my shit recently but life is a bitch.

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