*Your POV*
"Tom! Tom! Stop!" I scream, running to catch up to him. He turns around and looks at me with an expression that makes my heart break in half.
"H—He kissed me. I didn't kiss back, I swear to God." I say, my voice cracking slightly. I notice now that his eyes are tearing up on the verge of crying. He breathes heavily and looks down at his hands.
"I love you." Tom whispers, so quietly that I fear I misheard him.
"I love you, too. Only you. I swear. Like please please don't hate me. I pushed him away—I—I...it wasn't my fault. I love you." I emphasize my point, and wait for him to respond, but he doesn't. He looks into my eyes, and walks past me, back the way we both just came. I follow behind him as he walks briskly.
"Tom? Tom!" I grab at his shoulder, but he keeps walking. I jog to keep up with his long strides, but his face is completely serious as he faces forward. I can't tell what he's thinking. We round a corner, and suddenly as the building comes into view, I realize what he's doing.
"No. No! Tom!" I say frantically, but he continues to ignore me. He walks right into the building and into the recording studio. I follow behind him silently, knowing there's nothing I can do to stop him now.
"Jonah!" He screams, and the boys stop singing, startled in the middle of a recording session. Daniel looks directly at me with wide and fearful eyes. Neither of us had seen my boyfriend this mad before. Corbyn tries to block Jonah so that Tom can't come at him, but Tom's expression remains unchanged.
"Corbyn, I need you to move." Tom states through gritted teeth, and I finally understand the expression I was seeing earlier—rage.
"I—I can't do that." Corbyn whispers, obviously intimidated by Tom. Tom gives him a firm glare, and Corbyn sighs before stepping aside.
"Jonah." Tom states, standing inches away from Jonah. Jonah's expression remains completely confident, not crumbling under Tom's anger.
"Yes?" Jonah asks, looking directly into Tom's eyes. The other Why Don't We boys were all watching the two of them in horror while refusing to make eye contact with Tom out of fear.
"Why did you kiss MY girlfriend?" Tom asks, putting particular emphasis on the word 'my'.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jonah answers, still unfazed, before smirking cockily.
Wrong move.
"You little—" Tom screams, knocking Jonah to the ground. They roll around on the floor throwing punches, trying to be the more dominate male. I hear the record producers, who are sitting in the recording booth, screaming for them to stop. A drum set gets flipped in the commotion of the fight, and it takes a few minutes before Daniel and Jack are able to pull Tom back, and Zach stands in front of Jonah trying to calm him down.
"Guys. Guys!" I scream, and they all freeze to look at me. "I choose Tom. It was never a question. Please just stop."
"Why him?" Jonah says in a condescending manner, looking Tom up and down judgmentally, causing Tom to try to push past Daniel and Jack to attack Jonah again. Daniel is able to hold him back long enough for Tom to chill out. He's pissed.
"I love him, and that's that. Come on Tom, let's get back to the hotel." I shake my head at the actions that just unfolded. Tom looks at me now, and holds his hands up in surrender as he steps over to me. Jonah watches Tom carefully, giving him a dark glare.
"Come on, love." Tom whispers, wrapping one hand around my waist to show that I was indeed his. Jonah scoffs at the sight. He's obviously hurt and trying to cover it up with fake indifference. I roll my eyes, and pull Tom closer to my side. Security finally makes it into the room and escorts us out. I turn back at the door, and see Jonah still watching us, but his face shows sadness now. Tom presses a kiss to my cheek, causing Jonah to avert his eyes and look away. I leave the building with Tom, and don't look back again.
"You know you're mine, right? Only mine?" Tom asks as we walk back towards the hotel. I feel something tingle in the pit of my stomach as I hear his husky, angry tone.
"Well yeah. Obviously." I giggle, putting my head against his shoulder to show affection. "It was never a contest. Like I said the other night, Jonah is in the past. He has been for awhile."
Tom smirks suddenly, as his grip tightens on my hip. "Hmm...I think you need to be reminded that you're mine. Only mine."
"What do you mean?" My voice cracks, knowing exactly what he's inferring.
"I think you need to be punished." He states, turning to look down at me with lustful eyes.
"Well your mood just shifted real quick..." I giggle, leading Tom into the hotel lobby. He leans down to kiss me, and doesn't break the kiss as he leads me into the elevator....
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[Y'all know what happens next ;) haha]
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Tom Holland Imagines
FanfictionA collection of Tom Holland/Peter Parker short Fanfiction. Also includes multiple Sam Holland and Harry Holland imagines. Enjoy. *contains some smut*
