SWITCHED [Tom Holland x Reader]

Chapter Nine

Tom's P.O.V

Slowly, but surely, I open my eyes, adjusting them to the light passing through. Last I remember, was feeling lightheaded and everything turned black then. Now, I'm lying in God knows where. Must be our living room.

I was about to sit up, when a pair of hands gently pushes me down, "Hey, Hey, don't get up. You need rest." It's a guy's voice. Sam? Harry? Wait, no, he doesn't sound like them, though. Plus, it's an American accent.

"You fainted, but don't panic — you might've only been exhausted with all the work, and the plan ride." He explains, handing me a glass of water, finally showing his face to me.

He's someone I know I haven't met before, but he looks so familiar. Just then, I realised, he's a stranger in my house. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!"

The guy looks at me weirdly, but he moves a little closer, placing his hand on my forehead. He chuckles, "Are you okay? You don't have a fever. Maybe you need to sleep — you must've been really tired in Atlanta. What did you even do there?"

Tom: "I'm serious mate, what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

Unknown Guy: "Are you serious, right now? First off, this is my house, and second; the British accent, really? Though, it does suit you, it sounds sexy."

My eyes widen at that. Did he just- oh, God, I'm not gay! Is this guy gay? Is he seriously hitting on me right now?

Tom: "You still didn't answer my question, though. Who are you?"

Unknown Guy: "It's upsetting that you're still asking me that. Did you hit your head or something? Because, by now, you should already be bitching me, and the British accent, stop. It's creepily sexy."

Tom: "Stop saying it's sexy. I'm uh, straight, just so you know."

Unknown Guy: *chuckles* "I know, you keep telling me how your always go back to dicks no matter what happens. I don't also get your need to tell me that."

Tom: "Because mate, you kept- wait, is that my voice? Is that my voice?"

Unknown Guy: "That annoying sound? Yes, that's your voice."

Oh, God. Oh, God... why the hell didn't I recognise it earlier?! For fucks sake, thought it was my voice all along! It's a girls voice! Shit, please don't tell me this is what I think it is.

I frantically search the blanket-filled bed for my phone, finding it below one of the pillows.

It's not my phone, it's Y/N/N's. Oh, God. Please don't tell me we switched again! We just got back to our own bodies! "Is everything okay?" The guy asks. That's when I remembered where I saw him. He was the guy FaceTiming Y/N/N in the middle of the night.

I shrug it off first, and turn to the phone, seemingly as if the screen already poses as a mirror, I looked at myself in it, and my eyes widen. It's Y/N/N's face. We switched again!

I try to turn the phone on, but it wouldn't. It's battery is dead. I turn to the guy, whom I have yet to know his name. "Uh, are you Brian?"