Seeing the Thing

Chapter 7

warnings: a little bit of angst

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Knock knock knock.

"Y/N? You in there? I got out of work early!" Harrison shouts from the other side of the door, hand jiggling to door handle

You barely have time to comprehend what's happening as you rip away from Tom, both of you rushing to pull your pants up, Tom and you both grab a top and shove the rest of the clothes in your closet. Cheeks red you pat down your hair and hope you look presentable as you unlock the door and swing it open for Harrison.

"Hiya," he says, "oh hey Tom," he greets before brushing past him and sitting on your bed.

"How's the rehearsing going?" Harrison asks, eyeing both of you.

Your cheeks red, you were about to stutter out that they were doing fantastic when Tom cut you off.

"Going great, y/n's a great teacher."

"Is that your sweatshirt?" Harrison asks, head tilted as he points to Tom's torso.

Fuck.

"I was cold, she lent me this while we worked," Tom lies flawlessly through his teeth and you wonder how you're not falling apart right now.

Probably because you're in awe of how easy it was for Tom to lie to his best friend, how easy it was to pretend like you both weren't basically naked a few minutes ago.

"Yep," you manage to get out, voice level as you took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to watch the scene one more time? Then we can head to rehearsal?"

"Sure, I just need to get a few things together after, we should have time though," you nod as you slip into a professional mode, standing to the side of the room and picking up your script where you dropped it the first time Tom kissed you during the scene, Dave kissed Rhonda.

You and Tom make it through the scene, he would give you a look when you high fived him for kisses. As if to say, 'you had no problem kissing me fifteen minutes ago, what's the big deal now?'

But he knew the big deal, you knew the big deal. He just liked to see you squirm.

"Hey Rhonda!" Tom shouts to end the scene and you sit down next to Harrison on your bed, Tom sits down on the floor in front of the two of you.

"So, whatcha think?" You ask, excited for Harrison's opinion and feedback.

"Good, Tom, better at not looking so angry," Harrison comments, "I think this is gonna be a great piece."

"Me too," you grin, grabbing the bag of supplies from your desk.

"Now will you tell me what this is?" Tom sighs, sitting back on his hands as you dumped everything out on your bed between you and Harrison.

"It's just like, get well kits for the cast, it's coming near the end of flu season and a few of them have gotten sick so," you nod, opening the box of sandwich bags and starting to stick everything in them, tissues, chapstick, hand sanitizer. You're acutely aware of Tom's eyes staring holes into your hands as you put everything into little bags as you and Harrison chat idly about the show. How you need to borrow Jack's truck to get props and set pieces from storage, how you want to see Julie's sound design and Amy's light design, random things about the show.

"You know, you could include me in any of the conversations?" Tom asks as you seal the last bag.

"Okay, how is the search for your costume going?" Harrison smirks and turns the conversation to Tom as you pack up your bag.