Tom Holland is a Liar: T.H x Reader

Chapter 7

He hated his name, Thomas. He'd gone with Tom his entire life, I hadn't even figured his real name until he finally told me-his sixteenth birthday he had finally said his real first name. I felt as if knew him as a lie, turns out that was only a start to his lies. I called his Thomas out of spite, I knew he hated it and I was cruel-cruel but clever.

He tries to laugh it off but he's cringing in reality. His jaw tightens and I can only imagine himself grinding at his teeth.

"Fine y/n I'm a cold, cold man," he says in an effort to taunt when really he said the words I had always thought of him as.

I wish to play along but still keep my spot as superior,"You're wrong, you're a cold, cold boy."

"Is that any better?" he asks-it wasn't.

I smile, finally this time I was the one smiling,"Not at all."

I start to walk away but he keeps calling my name. Not in yearning but joy, playful really."Will I see you at Harrison's tonight?" I hear him call.

I stopped in my tracks, not too far from him maybe just in ear shot,"You won't find me."

"I'll always find you," he calls,"So that's a yes then?"

"Maybe," I reply, it was a definite yes now. I did want him to find me. I wanted him to look for me, it only meant that he un-verbally admitted to thinking about me. I was supposed to hate him and I did, but he did amuse me. Every time he amused me. It was like a big make pretend game, I'd pretend to tolerate him again and he'd pretend to not be an asshole.

As soon as I got home I had to prepare for Harrison's party. My father was against the idea, he wasn't too fond of Harrison or Tom. My dad was always right, not about Harrison but always about Tom. I had never been into parties, not because I was a loner but because I never really got invited to any. It may have been saddening but I really never minded, when I did get invited my parents would worry. You don't exactly see good things about parties on the morning news. I tried best to dress nice but settled on washed out jeans a black tank and a regular flannel. I wasn't trying to impress anyone in fact I wasn't trying to do anything for this party. Most people are friends of Harrison which means I'd already be put to the task to compete with models and knew I'd be silly if I even tried to do that. Most people at the party I didn't know but Harrison asked me to come I had to make a promise. He's my best friend and only idiots don't do nice stuff for their best friend, that's at least what I told myself when I was at a lame party by myself because I couldn't talk to anyone.

The music was loud and nothing like the stuff I usually listened to yet if anyone asked about it I'd tell them it was my favourite and they'd believe it. I'd stand by a wall with a half empty cup of water but if anyone asked I sipped on only the most expensive vodka. At this party I was an alcohol drinking, dirty dancing, free spirited girl-if  anyone asked that is.

I was terrified, everyone looked beautifully tragic. Like a scene with a million indie filters on it-I should be happy but I didn't know how to interact. Harrison was held over a keg by his legs, beer dripping from his chin as a crowd cheered chants in his name. He'd be too drunk to keep me company and I was a burden. I wanted leave and the selfish part of me thought that if I did Harrison wouldn't even remember. He'd wake up tomorrow with a headache and sore throat trying to grab at whatever memories he could, he wouldn't even know if I left. I couldn't.

So instead I stood against a wall sipping on water. Alone.

I didn't see Tom around, he promised he'd look for me. That was a lie, he didn't promise I just thought he did but nonetheless he said he'd be here. Tom wasn't into the party scene either but at least he had more street credit than I did. If Tom was here I'd know.

He wasn't here. The bastard wasn't even here. I knew I had to help Harrison clean up once everybody left. Soon enough groups started moving on to a faster moving party, slowly we had everyone go. Harrison was wasted out of his head, he was a cranky drunk. Very tired. He only lay around as I did my best to help clean up his floors. He whined like a bitch but still helped around. And Tom never even showed up.

Harrison's folks hasn't returned home yet, they were set to arrive tomorrow morning-perfect setting for a party so of course Harrison pounced at the idea.

After getting the house tidy even I was tired, it was too dark outside and I was scared to get behind the wheel when the sun went down. I got ready to sleep at Harrison's. The two of us had set up blankets on the floor, Harrison already in a sleep I heard a knock at the door. It was so late I knew for sure not to open it. But they knocked again. Once more another round of knocks. I persisted.

"Harrison? Harrison!" I hear a man shout. Tom. Tom was shouting. How could he be so busy he comes to a party hours late? Not even that he came when everybody left, my God Harrison wasn't even conscious.

I opened the door in hesitation and when I did he was surprised. Surprised to see me.

"Where's Haz?" He asks.

I answer easily,"asleep, perhaps you should've come 3 hours ago maybe then you would've caught him sober."

"Look I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He's not mad is he?"

"He didn't even notice," I answer.

He sighs at his own poor time management and pushes past me to come in. As if not believing my answers, like he had to see if the empty party were real. I shut the door behind him and showed him to the couch Harrison passed out on. He was mess.

Tom only laughed at the sight of his best friend.  "What'd he do?"

"I'm not even sure," I say.

He nods with another chuckle,"and you? What'd you do?"

I answered not letting my eyes off of Harrison's drooling mess,"absolutely nothing."

"You can't have fun without me?" He asks.

"I can do lots without you"

"Really? Sounds like you were a drag at a wild party," he replied snarky.

"I'm responsible," I say, in translation I really meant, yeah. I was a drag.

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks me, I didn't want to get in his car plus I drove here-I couldn't just leave my car here. Even after it just being picked up from the shop, it was most probably still unsafe to drive but I did anyway.

"I'm gonna stay here until morning," I say.

"Want me to stay with you?

I was tired of lying to him and maybe I was even tired of being a drag. I had definitely answered wrong but I said it anyway without thinking.

"Yes."