What are roommates for?
Summary: She has an Anatomy exam tomorrow that is really important. Tom and Haz, being the wonderful roommates they are, take good care of her.
Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland x Haz Osterfield
Word Count: 2.3k
A/n: I could have used roomies like this (Tom and Haz specifically, is what i mean) when I was dying over exams two weeks ago tbh. Man I hope you guys enjoy this, its been like a month and a half in the making. It’s basically a fluffy domestic piece and I really pray to god its not boring af :/ This part of @spxderman-s and I’s Roommates Collection. We’d love to hear what you guys think of that, our collection. Any requests or ideas maybe? Anyways, hope y’all like this and I’m so sorry it took me so long to get something posted, I appreciate your patience x
She came out of her room, messy bun drooping to one side,
feet dragging with each step. It was late. She rubbed her temples with one
hand, her empty mug loosely grasped in the other. She was drained. She had one
final exam tomorrow – Anatomy, her worst subject. Despite managing to ace all
her assignments throughout the semester, this exam would determine whether she
passed or failed.
Stupid exams worth 70%. Ugh.
She heard the television playing quietly in the living room and found herself wandering in, drawn to the emanating light like a moth. She needed a break anyway. Harrison was on the couch, a Friends rerun playing in the background as he scrolled through his phone. She flopped down beside him with a heavy sigh.
“How’s the study going?” he asked, locking his phone and turning to her.
“I just can’t wait for this thing to be over,” she groaned.
“You’ve been studying your ass off for the past fortnight. If anyone is going to ace it, it’s you,” he encouraged, patting her leg.
“Thanks, Haz,” she smiled half-heartedly.
“You look really tired though, shouldn’t you sleep?” he questioned, voice full of concern.
“I should. I feel a headache coming on, but I feel like there’s mo–,” he cut her off.
“Nu-uh, no more; you’ve studied as much as you possibly can. You literally can’t cram any more information into that brain,” he stated matter-of-factly. “You know everything. You’re going to nail it tomorrow, ok? I believe in you. And so does Tom.”
“Now, I’m going to make you some tea, and then you gotta go to bed, alright?” he finished, standing up and taking her mug.
She nodded helplessly, accepting his truth. As he left, she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She settled in, watching Chandler and his own roommate, Joey, up to their usual antics.
Not too long after, Haz returned with a steaming cup of tea. He lowered it into her outstretched hands and sat back down beside her, careful not to spill the hot liquid.
“I added some honey and lemon, I know that’s how you like it.”
“Thanks,” she smiled gratefully, taking a sip.
When her cup was empty, she placed it on the stool and snuggled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
“How’s your head?”
“Good,” he leaned his own head atop hers.
As she watched the television absentmindedly, her eyelids began to feel heavy. She strained to keep them open, before she finally gave in, closing them and stilling her mind. She fell asleep, snoring softly.
As the credits started rolling, Tom walked in. He noticed that she was asleep and gestured at Harrison.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s really tired,” he responded in a whisper. “Can you put her to bed? I don’t want to wake her.”
Tom walked up to them and slowly slipped his arms beneath her knees and around her shoulders. He gently picked her up, so as not to interrupt her sleep. As he cradled her against his chest, she nuzzled her face into his neck, seeking warmth. She seemed so small, curled up in his arms. He carried her to her bedroom where Harrison pulled back the covers of the bed. Tom lay her down and she turned onto her side into a more comfortable position. He tucked the covers around her and stroked the loose strands of hair out of her face.
The boys tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind them.
“Poor thing, she’s exhausted. I’ll be glad when she’s done tomorrow,” Harrison said sympathetically.
“We should do something tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know, a movie night or something? Just buy all her favourite stuff and watch whatever she wants,” Tom suggested.
“She’d love that,” Haz agreed.
“Sweet, it’s sorted then.”
The blaring alarm woke her with a start. She poked the screen blindly until it shut off. Snoozed for nine minutes. Warm and cosy under the covers, she sunk a little further and drifted off again.
The second alarm made her sit up straight, disoriented. She checked the time as she turned it off. She had four hours before her exam, plenty of time to get a little extra revision in. Clambering out of bed, she headed straight for the kitchen to make herself some coffee. She wasn’t normally a coffee drinker, but exam season was brutal and she needed all the help she could get.
Wafting down the hallway was not only the smell of freshly brewed coffee, but bacon as well.
“Mmmm,” she swept in through the doorway, mouth watering at the delicious smells.
“Hey, you’re up. How did you sleep?”
Harrison was at the stove, stirring eggs in a pan.
“Great, but I need coffee. And some eggs. And some bacon too, please,” she beamed.
He poured her a mug of coffee and handed it to her.
“Waffles, too?” he asked.
“Mmm yes, please. You’re too good to me, Harrison Osterfield.”
“Well, we need you at your best today. Don’t get used to this though, alright? It’s only because you have a super important exam.”
She poked her tongue out at him as she took the heaped plate. She was pouring maple syrup when Tom walked in. He yawned, rubbing his eyes and pushing his unruly curls to the side.
“Morning,” she said to him cheerfully.
“Morning, love. You seem to be in a good mood… which is a little strange considering what today is.”
“I’m just excited to nearly be free, I guess.”
Tom took a mug from the cabinet and poured himself a coffee.
“What are your plans? Anything special?”
“Mm, not really, I might just sleep,” she shrugged, scooping a forkful of eggs into her mouth.
“Fair enough,” Tom nodded, taking a sip from his steaming mug.
“What time do you finish?” Haz asked, sitting next to her at the counter.
“I’ll pick you up after your exam,” Tom said.
“What, no, you don’t have to do that.”
She stood and picked up her plate.
“I’ll just catch the train home.”
“It’s fine,” he insisted. “You’ll be burnt out after your exam; I’ll pick you up. We can grab dinner on the way home, it’s no biggie.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to go out of your way,” she was still unconvinced.
“Yes, I promise, it’s totally fine. I’m happy to do it. What are roommates for?”
“Okay, fine,” she laughed, rinsing her plate and mug at the sink.
“Thanks for breakfast, Haz.”
As she moved past him to the door, she gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Where’s my kiss?”
She turned to a pouting Tom.
“Oh, sorry, kisses are reserved for those who actually do things for me.”
“What? I just offered to pick you up.”
“Ah, but you haven’t picked me up yet,” she pointed out.
Haz sneered as she spun on her heel and left.
“I see how it is,” Tom grumbled, finishing his coffee.
“Shut up, Harrison.”
“Students, you have five minutes remaining,” a monotonous female voice rang over the speaker system.
She reread the last couple of lines she had written before hurriedly adding a concluding statement to her answer. Her hand cramped and she shook it vigorously. Oh come on, not now. She had one question left. Almost done.
Three marks, three key points. She knew the answer to this one. She scribbled out a short paragraph. God, please let them be able to read my handwriting. The muscles in her hand were tight as she released the pen from her grip, having stabbed a full stop onto the page. She flicked through her exam in the last two minutes, making sure she hadn’t missed anything.
“Pens down, students. Your time is up. Anyone caught writing after this time will immediately be given a fail.”
She fell back in her chair with a sigh of relief. Done.
Ten minutes later she was outside, allowing the filtered sun to shine down on her. She faced the great hall in which she had sat so many exams. Ugh.
Turning away, she walked down to the street, checking her phone. There was a message from Tom. He was parked near the fountain. She made her way there, spotting his car immediately. She strode over and swung open the door, getting in.
“Hey, how was it?”
She pulled the door shut and looked down at her lap.
“Not great,” she said forlornly.
“Aw no, what happened, love?”
He waited for her to answer, ready to offer comforting words.
A grin spread across her face and she looked at him, eyes twinkling.
“Pretty sure I totally nailed it.”
Her contagious joy spread and he grinned too.
“Yeah! See? I knew you could do it,” he raised his hand for a hi-five. She slapped her palm against his.
“Couldn’t have done it without the support of my loving roommates,” she nudged him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he started the car.
“Seatbelt,” he reminded as he checked for traffic. She pulled the strap over her body and clicked it into place.
“What’s for dinner?” she asked. “I’m starving.”
“Up to you. What do you feel like?”
“Of course, how stupid of me.”
“Tom, if there is ever a day where you ask me what I want and I don’t say pizza, please know something is very wrong.”
“Yes, princess,” he teased, rolling his eyes at her dramatic words.
Soon after, they were walking through their front door.
“We’re home,” she sing-songed.
“Haz! Guess what?” Tom called out.
“I’m in here,” came a shout from the living room.
She and Tom took off their coats and went in. They found him with a stack of blankets and pillows so high, only the top of his blond quiff was visible. He dropped the pile onto the sofa with a huff and put his hands on his hips.
“So?” he asked, looking between the pair.
“Our girl totally nailed the exam, Anatomy has got nothing on her,” Tom answered proudly.
“Well done, babe! I knew you could do it.”
He stepped over to her and gave her a hug.
“But, is, uh, someone sleeping on the couch tonight?” Her face expressed confusion at the heap of blankets.
“Actually, this is for you.”
“I’m sleeping on the couch?”
“No,” Haz shook his head.
“We’re celebrating,” Tom clarified. “We’re celebrating you finishing all your exams. We thought you’d like a night in, just the three of us.”
“It was Tom’s idea. We bought those sour strips you like, mini m&m’s-”
“Because they taste better,” Tom added excitedly.
“And ice cream. Plus you pick the movies.”
“Triple chocolate ice cream?”
She squealed. She threw her arms around their necks and pulled them into her.
“I love you guys!”
Upon release, she smiled broadly.
“You guys are actually the best. Thank you!”
“We know,” Tom said with mock arrogance.
“Get comfortable and choose something good. We’ll get the snacks.”
“Pizza should be here soon too.”
The boys left. When they returned, they were confronted with the sight of their roommate cocooned, head to toe, in fabric. She was scrolling through Netflix’s rom-com selection.
“What do you think of 27 Dresses?” she asked, eyes not leaving the screen.
“If that’s what you want,” Harrison replied, sitting on her left and opening the tub of cold dairy. He handed her a spoon and dug his own into it.
“It is. James Marsden is gorgeous,” she swooned.
She clicked play and spread the blankets over herself and Harrison’s laps. She held up one end of the covers.
“Hurry up, Tommy.”
He jumped in next to her and the three of them wiggled closer together. He held a piece of candy out to her whilst popping a piece in his own mouth.
Shortly into the beginning of the film, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Harrison handed her the ice cream and stood up.
She paused the movie as he left and looked at Tom.
“Thank you for this, and for picking me up today. It’s really sweet of you.”
She leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek.
“I owed you.”
Harrison entered with the pizza, managing to catch the tail end of his roommates gazing at each other. He subtly smiled to himself.
Full stomachs, multiple bathroom breaks and a rom-com and 80’s adventure movie later, they were struggling to decide on a third film.
“Maybe we should just go to bed,” said one.
“It’s only nine o’clock. I’m not tired.”
“Nor me, to be honest.”
“Then what should we watch?”
“How about something Disney?”
“Yeah, I love Tangled!”
Two heads turned to look at Harrison in surprise.
“What? It’s a great movie about finding yourself and being your own person.”
“Right,” Tom said skeptically.
“I love it, too,” she declared. “Actually Haz, Mother Gothel kind of reminds me of you.”
“It’s the eyes, right? Same blue,” Tom teased.
“Absolutely,” they cracked up.
Muttering curses at them, Harrison reached over and picked up the ice cream. He shoved a spoonful into his mouth, brow knitted in annoyance.
“We’re just kidding, Haz,” she soothed. “I happen to think you have very pretty eyes.”
Having been appeased, he put the ice cream on the stool and shoved her into Tom.
“I wanna lie down.”
She and Tom scooted over, Tom into the corner with his body angled towards her. She pressed her back against his side, resting her head on his chest. He let his arm fall around her waist loosely, content to have her in such close proximity. Harrison shifted his body to lay down on what was left of the space. He rested his head on her knees. She grabbed a pillow and tucked it under his head, stroking his hair.
“Everyone comfy?” he asked.
He found Tangled and put it on.
By the time Rapunzel had discovered she was the lost princess, the three roommates, cuddled together, were fast asleep.
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