tom holland oneshots

shopping with haz for tom

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 "Who're we buying for first?"

"I just need to buy something for Rebecca and some last things for Tom."

"For Tom?" Harrison exclaimed as the two of you passed a Bath & Body Works. "You haven't gotten him something yet?!"

"I have," you assured him, hands calming him. "I just need to get one last thing," you spoke through gritted teeth. Harrison's brow goes up in question, and you turn away from his gaze.

"What is it, Y/N/N?" a smirk was forming.

"Come on," you lead him into a Victoria's Secret, and his eyes went wide.

"I cannot believe I'm actually here doing this with you."

You turned to steal a glance at him as you picked up a red set. You chuckled at the tint in his ears. "You're a guy who happens to like women. I need to know what looks best."

"You're going to model-?!"

"No!" you cut him off. "Just tell me what you think Tom would like and stuff."

Harrison rolled his eyes, agreeing nonetheless.

***

As the two of you made some more purchases in other stores, you were headed towards the food section. Turning the corner, Tom and Harry were leaving a line with drinks in their hands, sipping a blue beverage. Luckily, you had bagged the lingerie cleverly, and it was hidden away in a "gift" bag.

"What's all this?" Tom smirks, coming up to the two of you, Harry by his side.

"Just some last minute shopping," you smiled tightly.

"Yeah mate," Harrison cut in. "What're you two doing here?"

Harry raised his hand slightly, finishing a sip of his slurpee. "Craving some sweets."

The three of you nodded, seemingly knowing how Harry was. Tom was looking through your bags, nodding his head nonchalantly. Pulling out a candle, he looked at you.

"This for Aisha?"

You hummed with a nod, sipping some of the beverage through his straw.

"What's in this-?" he was reaching for a white paper bag, but you pulled away, eyes silently telling Harrison what Tom almost just found. Harrison's eyes went wide, and he turned to Harry, still talking

"Nothing," you rushed out.

"If it's nothing why can't I see it?" he laughed.

"Because."
"Because?"
"Because it's for you."

"Oh?" he smirked. "Is that so?" You hummed. "C'mon, now I hafta see it."

"No," you huffed, Harrison turning around as him and Harry were starting to walk. "You have to wait until Christmas night."

"Christmas night?" Tom's brows furrowed, his smirk momentarily faltering.

"Yeah," you grinned. "You can unwrap me then," you whispered, running to catch up to Harrison and Harry, leaving Tom stuttering and tripping over his own feet, ears and cheeks painted red as he envisioned what could only be one thing.