tom holland oneshots

by my side

warnings: insecurities, eating disorder (brief), body image

summary: reader starts acting weird and tom finds out why

word count: 900

It started with the growing attachment to your phone. Tom started noticing how much time you were spending on your phone, though he didn't know you were going through comments on Instagram and tweets on Twitter. It got to the point where you were screenshotting comments about things you knew you wanted to change about yourself.

You had started keeping your phone away from Tom, hiding what was on it. He noticed, of course, but didn't see the red flag. 

Weeks go bye and now you're eating just a little less each week. Tom is noticing that too, but doesn't feel it's his place to confront you about it. Sometimes he would walk in on you looking into a mirror, shirt raised so you can see your stomach or thighs. You'd quickly try to hide what you were doing and laugh it off and he'd be convinced that everything is fine. 

Now, he has a premiere in a month and he's inviting you, telling you now so you can start planning accordingly. However, you quickly denied his offer, rejecting the very idea of dressing up and going with him.

Now, he's with the boys and a few cast mates in a private room of the bar. They're all catching up until Harrison asks why you aren't with him. 

"She, uh- she didn't want to come."

"Why's that?"

"Before we were leaving I asked her about coming to the premiere with me -- y'know, like how she always does -- and she said no."

"She said no?" Harry asked, putting his drink down. 

Tom nodded, and Zendaya sat up straighter, the boys now clearly focusing on Tom. 

"You know," Zendaya said softly in a hushed tone. "I hate to be this person, especially since it's not my place, but I think she's been avoiding me. She's dodged every hangout opportunity, and she's eyeing calory numbers a lot more, now." 

"Didn't you say she was losing weight?" Jacob asked as politely as he could, and Tom nodded in response. 

"I just- I don't know what's going on." 

Harrison sighed. "I think it's quite obvious, mate."

"It is? What am I missing? Are things jus-"

"She's obviously going through some insecurities," Jacob cut him off. "It might just be an episode or something, but she's obviously in need of some reassurance." 

Tom nodded in understanding. "I need to... reassure her, then?" he wanted to double checking. 

"Tom you might need to a little more than that," Zendaya admitted. "She probably sees the women you work with and feels she can't compare. Maybe just start showing her a little more love- not that you're a bad boyfriend! But just- ask her the minute things seem to be changing."

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "I shouldn't have let it get this far." Tom drank the last of his beer before standing up from the booth. "I'd love to stay, guys, but my girl needs me-"

"Go, go!" Harrison motioned him out, the rest of them nodding their heads encouragingly. Tom smiled gratefully, leaving a twenty on the table and making his way out of the building. 

He didn't go directly to you first, though. He made a quick stop before finding you.

***
"Love?" Tom called out to you, closing the front door. 

"In here," you called from the bedroom, and he made his way upstairs. "What're you doing back so soon? Did something happen?"

"Yeah," Tom said softly. "I realized I need to talk to you."

"Oh."

Tom hummed, pulling the plastic bag out from behind him, removing three white tee-shirts  from them. 

"Tom, what are you-"

"Shhh," he quieted you, sitting down in front of you. "These are three completely different sized shirts, yeah?" You hummed in agreement and he went on. "I will love you regardless of which of these shirts fits you best. I still find you beautiful, regardless of what you wear or look like or what your size is. I know you might not love you like I do, but I want you to know that I don't care if you look like those girls on TV or if you don't. And I just," he stops to catch his breath, holding small tears back. "I really hope you know how much I fucking love you, and how much I hate how rude you are to my beautiful and stunning girlfriend." 

You let out a breath, tears falling down your face as you moved in to hug him. He dropped the shirts, letting them fall between you two as he hugged you back, holding you to his chest. 

"I'm sorry, Tom. I should've just gone to you instead of-"

"Hey, hey," he used his thumb to wipe a stray tear away. "There's no need to apologize. I love you just as much as I did a few months ago. If not as much then more. Even if you don't know what you need, I'll be here. Always," he finished by kissing your knuckles. 

You looked to your lap with a sheepish smile, squeezing his hand. "Thank you."

"Don't need to thank me. 'S what I'm here for," he grinned at you, kissing your temple. "So, are you going to the premiere with me? You don't even have to wear a dress- you can wear sweats and I'd still want you to come with me."

You burst out laughing, nodding your head. "Yes, yes I'll go with you. I'll think about the sweats offer, though. Might have you match with me, though."

He mirrored your smirk, chuckling. "As long as you're by my side."