tom holland oneshots

pov

(requested continuation of last fic)

warnings: none

summary: tom cries when listening to your song

word count: 400

"Track fourteen," you said with a smile. Tom, his brothers, and Harrison were gathered around the living room, you being seated in Tom's lap. It was release night and you were playing your album for them for the first time. 

"I don't want it to end," Paddy frowned, and Harry laughed at him, ruffling his hair. 

The beginning beats started playing and you smiled again, glancing to them to gauge their reactions. By verse two, you couldn't read their expressions, that was, until the song had ended and you asked. 

"Holy shit that was so beautiful," Sam complimented. "Reminds me of El and I," he admitted with a blush. Harry laughed at that too, and then Harrison spoke up. 

"Tom are you- crying?" He laughed out. 

"No," he mumbled, wiping his eyes with a sniffle. 

"Yes you are!" Paddy pointed at him. "You have crying-eyes." 

"Aw, Tommy," you pulled him closer to you, well, as close as you could with how close the two of you already were. "You liked it?" 

He nodded from within your neck, and you kissed his temple, running your fingers through his hair as he hummed. 

"Boy, when I say whipped," Harry shook his head, chuckling with his brothers. 

"I am not!" Tom defended himself. "Just really love it, 's all."

"She has you wrapped around her finger! That looks whipped to me," Harry laughed. 

Tom went back to hugging you, your fingers taking home in his hair again.

"Really, though. Congrats Y/N.. I can already see this is going to be the best," Harrison smiled. 

"Thank you, Haz."

"That's my girlfriend!" 

"Harrison is your girlfriend?" Sam concluded with a smirk. 

Tom groaned, whining to you. "Y/N, make them stop!" 

"Maybe if you tell me why you were crying." 

He moved away from you slightly, eyes going over your face as he exhaled. 

"It just- I don't know. Makes me realize how great it is to be in love with you. It's nice to be prioritized, es- especially by you," He looked down. 

You jutted your lip out, mimicking the 'soft-girl' emoji, and you pulled him back into your embrace. 

"Tommy," you said softly. "Don't make me cry." 

"I can't help it!" he exclaimed, laughing through his stuffy voice and tears. "You make me all.. soft 'nd stuff." 

"Oh, Tom, barf," Harry cut in. 

The two of you rolled your eyes, throwing some popcorn in his direction.