Prompt: Two best friends, Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield have a crush on the same girl. Harrison thinks Tom hates the girl and confides his feelings in him, causing Tom to continue being standoffish until one night he drunkenly confesses his own feelings to her, invoking an unintentional one night stand. What follows is pure confusion and continual frustration.
Warnings: sexual implications (nothing above PG-13), language
Lying on her back, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun in horribly slow circles, (Y/N)’s heart pounded for many reasons. She tried not to allow her anxiety to be the sole thought on her mind, but it was seemingly impossible to focus on anything else. The beating of her heart, shortness of breath, and exhilarating lightheadedness were symptoms of an oncoming panic attack as well as a side effects of the physical activities that had just occurred.
“Fuck,” a voice muttered from beside her. Nothing sobers a person up quicker than accidentally having drunk sex with one of the last people on earth an individual should have sex with. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tom shouted under his breath as he threw himself out of the bed, rushing toward his swim trunks, and hurriedly pulling them on. “Fucking shit!” Tom paced along the foot of the bed as (Y/N) pulled her bottoms on and hurried to cover her breasts with her swim top. Without hesitating, Tom rushed to help her tie her top back on, all the while cursing about the mistake they had just made.
“Th-thanks,” she stammered out of embarrassment. “That shouldn’t have happened,” she sighed while shoving her face into her hands. “I’m sorry, I’ll go-”
“No, (Y/N) wait!” Tom called quietly while grabbing her arm. “We fucked up, that’s obvious,” he stated, “but it doesn’t…”
“What the hell are we going to do now?” she asked in frustration while keeping her voice down. Suddenly, her phone started vibrating in Harrison’s bedsheets. Gritting her teeth in a paranoid anticipation of their mistake being revealed, (Y/N) grabbed it to see Jacob was calling.
“Hello?” she choked on her words.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Of course,” she hurried, “why wouldn’t it be?”
“I meant is Tom alright, but your voice sounds funny–are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine–I thought I was going to get sick from those shots after I talked to Tom,” she tried to laugh off the situation. “I’m hovered over a toilet–probably why I sound weird.
“Okay. How’s Tom?”
“He’s fine. He came in to get some water and then his dad called about Paddy coming over for a bit,” (Y/N) lied.
“K, I’ll tell everyone. Hey, order more pizza!”
“Okay,” (Y/N) said before hanging up and seeing Tom peeking out the blinds and toward the pool. For a second, (Y/N) thought she saw the moonlight glisten off stress-induced tears swelling in his eyes, but she hurried to ignore this fact.
“I’m a fucking prick,” he muttered to himself while ducking away from the window. “Who the hell has sex with the girl their best friend likes? And who does it in their friend’s fucking bed?!”
“Tom,” (Y/N) called while grabbing his arm and telling him to keep his voice down. “Hey, it’s just a one time thing, okay? No one has to know except us.”
“What are you talking about? They’re going to find out!”
“Not if we keep our damned mouths shut! As far as they know, you were getting water and on the phone with your dad.”
“So?” Tom huffed in frustration, still unable to distract himself from what happened, how perfect everything between him and (Y/N) felt outside of the circumstances that followed.
“So call your dad, see if Paddy wants to come over, and get some water,” (Y/N) instructed confidently while she kept herself from shaking under pressure.
“Okay, that helps us right now, but what about tomorrow? You’re going to be here for two weeks; you’re going to be staying at my parents’ house–in my old room! What are we going to do to cover this up then?” (Y/N) could see a selfishness in Tom’s eyes as he looked at her, ready to defend her as if she was his, but this emotion battled with the overwhelming guilt he had for seemingly swooping her right out from under Harrison’s grasp.
“No one has to know and if anyone finds out, we say we were drunk,” she replied.
“I’m definitely not drunk now,” Tom huffed. (Y/N) could see his muscles working beneath his skin as he stood bare chested before her and couldn’t help her mind from wandering from how it felt to have his body pressed so tightly against hers. Biting her lip, she pulled her eyes away from his body and he noticed the weakness behind her confident and controlling demeanor. “I’m…I shouldn’t have put myself on you like that,” he sighed softly while slowly approaching her, unsure of if he should try and hug her or keep his distance.
“It takes two,” she replied softly, trying to hide her guilt.
“But I was an ass–I was getting jealous and thought kissing you would make my feelings go away or show you how I felt and it just… it lead to something worse.”
“I didn’t think you were that bad,” (Y/N) said while trying to make a joke of the situation.
“And it’s not like we wouldn’t have ever happened eventually?” Tom questioned.
“Right–who’s to say that this wouldn’t have happened later on?” As they tried to convince one another to move past the moment, they couldn’t keep themselves from reminiscing in the feeling of one another’s embrace, the passion that existed through doing something they both desired but knew was on par with being ‘forbidden’ given their circumstances when it came to Harrison.
“Um, so, I’ll invite Paddy over?” Tom said hurrying to change the conversation in hopes to stop thinking about the few parts of her body that was covered by her swimsuit.
“Yeah, and I’ll go back outside and order more pizza,” she said softly while turning her back toward Tom and hurrying from the room. As she searched for the closest pizza place to deliver, (Y/N) could feel Tom’s eyes bearing down on her with each step she put between them. She wanted to cry as the confusion swirling in her head made her physically ill–at least then her cover story of throwing up wouldn’t be a lie.