Temporary Love (Tom Holland)
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Summary: While Tom is busy filming a final scene, Y/N and Harrison decide to go back to his trailer to wait for him and while they are waiting, the two get drunk and share a drunk kiss.
A/N: This was a great request by anonymous who said, “Can you do a tom holland imagine where the reader is dating tom. One night while tom is shooting a scene late, haz and the reader get really really drunk and end up making out with each other, tom walks in on them making out?”
You smiled as you watched Tom do what he did best, act. You were proud of him, of all that he had accomplished in what seemed like a minute of his life. You and Tom had been together for three years, ever since you were seventeen and not a day passed that you weren’t amazed by him.
Harrison came up behind you, placed a hand on your shoulder with a sigh. “He’s gonna be working for a little longer, so do you just wanna go wait for him in his trailer with me?”
You turned around and smiled at one of your best friends.
“Yeah, that sounds nice. I’m getting a little tired.” You said, crossed your arms over your chest and followed him out.
You guys arrived at Tom’s trailer in no time and climbed inside. You took a seat on a small couch while Harrison rummaged through a cabinet.
He cheered as he pulled out two bottles of wine. “Look what I found! I knew Tom hid some alcohol in here, but not like this. This is the good stuff.”
He set a bottle down on the counter and opened it as he looked for glasses, but came up empty.
“We can just drink it straight out of the bottle.” You suggested, motioning for Harrison to join you on the couch.
He nodded and took a seat beside you. He took a drink out of the bottle before handing it to you and you followed in suit.
“How much longer do you think Tom’ll be?” You asked, handing over the bottle. “Cause we were all going to get dinner and I am not going to wait much longer. I’m starving.”
“He’s probably not going to take that long. Plus he has food in here.”
“Bottom right cabinet.” Harrison said, pointing to the cabinet as you got up and retrieve protein bars from the cabinet and opened one.
You put the box back and continued to eat as you sat back down next to Harrison. You two sat and ate and drank for about another hour until you were both wasted, laughing and talking.
“Hey, Y/n, your face.” Harrison said, placing a hand on your cheek.
“What about it? Do I have something on it?” You placed your hand on his.
“No, I like it. That shit’s really nice.” He said softly, leaning in close to you until your lips brushed against each other.
You leaned in closer, your drunken mind only able to process the soft and tingling sensation of Harrison’s soft lips against yours. Your lips brushed once more before you two kissed again and again.
Harrison pushed you against the arm rest of the couch softly, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip before entering your mouth, causing you to moan softly.
That was when the trailer door opened and a very tired Tom entered the room, unbeknownst to you.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Tom hollered, shocked.
You pulled away from Harrison and got up, running over to Tom and throwing your arms around his neck. “Tommy! Harrison and I were just getting acquainted.”
“But you’re already friends.” Tom stated through gritted teeth before looking at Harrison. “You got my girlfriend drunk, mate?”
“No! She’s not drunk and I am most certainly not drunk.” Harrison said with a shake of his head before he tried to stand up, only to fall back on the couch.
“Oh my god, you’re both bloody drunk.” Tom sighed, pushing you gently away from him and helping you to the couch, sitting you down besides Harrison.
“Uh oh.” Harrison laughed, causing you to laugh with him. “Somebody’s mad.”
“Of course I’m fucking mad!” Tom shouted, throwing his arms up. “You got Y/n drunk and then made out with her.”
“It’s only cause I really really like like her!” Harrison whined. “I just wanted her to like me too.”
“I like you, Haz.” You said softly. “But only as a friend, ya know? I like like Tom a lot, but you and me can still be friends.”
Tom watched as you acted like children, whining and blubbering about your feelings with simple words and phrases.
“I’m sorry I kissed you, Y/n.” Harrison apologized. “And I’m sorry I kissed Y/n, T-” He was cut off by his vomiting on Tom’s shoes and floor. “And I’m sorry about that, too.”
“Bloody hell, Harrison!” Tom said, taking a step back and shaking his feet in an attempt to get the vomit off of them. “It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re drunk and you didn’t mean to. It’s all fucking fine.”
“Are you mad at me, Tommy?” You asked, pouting a bit.
“No, baby, I’m not mad at you. I’m just a little annoyed.”
“Good! Cause I wanted to tell you that I loved you.” You said in a sing song voice.
“I love you too, Y/n.” Tom said softly. “I love you, too.”