tom holland oneshots

the best friends

warnings: rude commentary

summary: harrison makes the reader, tom's girlfriend, cry

word count: 1800

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"Hey Tom," you entered the kitchen where he was talking with Harrison and Harry. 

"What's up, babe?" he paused his conversation. 

"Are we still doing that thing at the country club tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think s-"

"No you're not," Harrison interrupted, looking to Tom before sending you a nasty glare. "You have a golf thing with me tomorrow."

"Oh," you smiled at them. "Okay, that's cool. We can go the week after, right? I think Aisha sai-"

"It's kind of a weekly thing," Harrison snapped again. 

You backtracked softly, speaking lightly in response. "Okay." 

You were a bit confused on why he'd gotten so heated, figuring maybe he just had a bad day. Either way, you decided to let it slide, going to give Tom a kiss on the cheek. 

"Taking the car today," you informed him. 

He nodded, sipping his tea. "Got it."

"Again?" Harrison barely rolled his eyes. 

Harry's brows furrowed slightly, eyes widening at the tension in the room. 

"Uh, " you laughed awkwardly. "Yeah. I'll, uhm- see you guys later, 'kay?"

Tom hummed, giving you one last hug before letting you go. "Be safe!"

"You too!" you replied, letting the kitchen door swing close. 

***
When you got home after your impromptu day out with Aisha, Tom had gotten a call for a work meeting. He wasn't home when you arrived, but Harry said he'd be back in time for dinner. You nodded, stealing a few of his pretzels before going into the den to play video games. 

When you entered, you heard someone scoff, and turned your head to see Harrison, a controlled in his hand as he slouched on the couch. 

"What?" You asked. 

"You're back."

Expecting him to say something related to the game, you were caught off guard, eyes widening in surprise. "Oh?"

"Yeah oh," he repeated. 

"What's, uh- what's wrong with that? I mean, I live here too, so I th-"

"Yeah, that's what's wrong with that; you fuckin' live here," he chuckled sarcastically, shaking his head in disapproval. 

"You.. don't like me living here?" you tried to confirm. 

"If that wasn't obvious."

It was your turn to scoff quietly. "What's wrong with me living here?"

"Oh just that you always get what you want."

"What?" you looked at him strangely. "That's not tru-"

"Yeah, it is," he cut you off, pausing the game. "You always get what you want, and of course Tom just let's it happen because he's an oblivious twat sometimes," he put the controller down on the couch beside himself. "You're just a princess who gets what she wants because she didn't get it herself."