Tom Holland One-Shots

Cabin Confessions | [A] + [F]

a/n: hello! i had so much fun writing this honestly (also got emo a bit) and i hope you guys enjoy it too! so just sit back, maybe grab a drink & a snack, and enjoy the rollercoaster 'cause she's long. oh and Happy very late Halloween! so consider this as my b-day treat from me to you ❤ have fun reading!

pairing: tom holland x female!reader

trope/genre: enemies to lovers (or idiots to lovers, both fits lol), slight angst, fluff

summary: It's nighttime, the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, cue a thunderstorm where you have no choice but to find shelter in this old cabin in the woods. It's a horror movie just waiting to happen, what could possibly make things worse? Oh, experiencing all that with the person who you hate just as much as he hates you...but is that really a bad thing?

warnings: dialogue galore, so much cussing (will include British slang), yelling, insulting, name calling (mostly at each other lol), scary moment (a lil bit), steamy moments™, and kinda slow burn?

word count: 18.9k+ (honestly, is this even a surprise? you guys are prolly used to it by now since i can't write anything short lol)

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"Yeah, I'm just getting one more thing and I'll be on my way. Can you send me the address?"

Tom carefully loaded the wrapped up gift in the car boot beside the luggage that he forgot to take out, given that he arrived in London just yesterday. It was only a week off from shooting, his presence needed back home since his best friend was about to throw a Halloween-themed engagement party that would last for the whole weekend.

Harrison was getting married and Tom still gets a little choked up just thinking about it. He wouldn't live with himself if he missed a single thing, especially when he's the best man. So, here he was fresh back home in a Slytherin Hogwarts uniform—he didn't have much time to think about something more creative and less cliché—as he gets ready to take this drive to east England.

The blonde lad and his fiancé, Stella, had rented out this luxury home in Sibton, Suffolk called The Walled Garden where the party is going to take place. It was going to be a big celebration on the first night, a Halloween bash meets an engagement party, that was a given. Although once the festivities are done, closest friends and families are going to be the only ones left at the home, sort of a getting-to-know before the actual big day.

The rest of the weekend is basically a relaxing two-day mini getaway for both the families of the bride and groom.

Tom was balancing his phone on his shoulder that was pressed up against his ear, one hand preoccupied with a hot cup of his afternoon tea as he walked over to the driver's door, fishing his keys out of his pocket to get this show on the road.

"I just did," Harrison said over the phone. "Oh yeah, wait, can I ask one teeny favor?"

"Anything, H."

There was a long pause after that, Tom's brows furrowing as he waited for his best friend to speak again. Usually when it's favors he just spills it out right away, no hesitation no matter how embarrassing because they're comfortable enough with each other already. So what could possibly be the reason why Harrison is suddenly taking so long to ask this teeny fa—

"Can you stop by Y/N's and pick her up please?"

Tom almost dropped his keys and his phone to the ground, glad that the tea had a lid or else he would've burned his fingers. He cleared out the lump that's formed in his throat with a sharp curse as he composed himself.