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Don’t Make Me Choose// Chapter 1

Mob!Tom Holland and Mob!Harrison Osterfield AU series

A/N: AHHH, I’m so excited to finally put this part out! I’ve been working on it for a while so to get this out is so exciting! I would love some feedback, and also your guy’s response will also determine how fast the next part will come out.

Word Count: 5.6K 💛

Warnings: angsty, alcohol abuse, italics is flashback, I didn’t proofread this at all

Being a part of the mob was something Harrison thought was the greatest thing in the world. He thought it was cooler than being the president of the United States or even better than being a superhero. He felt like like he had it all, he had more money than he knew what he could do with and he was able to take care of the people that he loved.

Oh, how he loved Y/N and he would literally do anything for her. And if there was a God, he literally thought she was a gift from up above because she was one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. He knew from the moment his eyes landed on her that he wanted all of her and to make her his forever.

She turned around from the view of the mirror, her toothy smile immediately making Harrison fall in love with her even more. She turned her back to him again and lifted her hair so that her back was exposed, “Do you think you can button me up?” His fingers lingering to the buttons and your dress and slowly buttoning the pearl beads on her back, the tip from his fingers sending shivers down her spine.

“Thank you, Haz.” She lets her hair down loose again, and turns to him. He wanted to lean in and kiss her, it felt like it was just two of them left in the world until he realized her bridesmaids started setting the veil over her head. It reminded him again that his boss, his best friend and most powerful mobster in the UK was marrying the girl he was in love with.

One of the bridesmaids, Bella, who also happened to be Y/N’s maid of honor and best friend started to pin down the veil. She made sure to hide the pins where no one could see them. The veil itself was long, from the front it nearly touched the ground but from behind it was a train that was longer than the train from the dress.

Bella held a few pins in her mouth as Y/N stare down at the bouquet in her hands. The veil was long and beautiful with lace details all around to the front and to the train. It truly gave Y/N a heavenly look, she almost looked like an angel or maybe that’s what Harrison was thinking because he was head over heels for her.

“Do you need some help with that?” Robyn asked, another one of Y/N’s bridesmaids who was adjusting the train just perfectly on the ground. In the midst of all this adjusting of the veil, Haz just stared at the woman in front of him and was taking her all in one last time before she was wed off to Tom.

“Harrison?”

He is knocked out of his thoughts when he hears her voice, Y/N’s eyes already locking with his when she looks up from the bouquet. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

He clears his throat, and adjusts his bow tie as he shakes his head “No, no. I’m just fine. You know what? I should go and check on the groom, make sure he’s ready to go.”

Lies.

Y/N nods, she really can’t do much under that veil.

“Thanks again Haz, Tom is so lucky to have you. I’m not surprised he picked you to be his best man.”

Ouch, that stings.

He buttons his tuxedo and smiles behind his bittersweet taste of this wedding, “You know, he’d be nothing without me.”

Lies again.

They both laugh in synchronicity as Bella and Robyn both finish up on the veil, the two ladies both stop in place and notice the vibe between the two.

Haz makes eye contact with Robyn who has her arms crossed, not really liking what she is seeing. “Harrison, why don’t you go get Tom now? I’ll see you before we walk down the aisle.”

Y/N notices the tension that starts to arise, “Thanks again, Haz. See you out there.” She gives him one more smile until she looks back at Bella who is already adjusting the veil from the front.

And then Haz began to make his way out of the guest room of his best friend’s mansion and started to walk towards Tom’s office.

Y/N wanted a twilight,forest vibe wedding back home in the states but Tom was able to convince her to have the wedding in his backyard back in London. He met Y/N back in the states when he was making a few deals out in New York almost 3 years back. She was out on vacation and they both met at Joanne’s Trattoria where she was eating with Bella.

Haz remembers that night so clearly, he remembers walking in and seeing her sitting at the table with her hair straightened and really natural makeup that highlighted all of her best features. Fuck, he was mesmerized.

“A table for two, please.” Tom remarks as he checks his time on the watch. The hostess apologizes and tells him that he must make a reservation but Haz is tuned out of the conversation at this point.

He’s only paying attention to the woman who is sitting across the tiny restaurant, her smile was already so contagious. Haz could hear Tom threatening the hostess when he places his hand on his mate’s shoulder, “Actually miss, those are our friends at that table, we’ll just go and sit with them.”

Tom looks confused as fuck but plays along with his friend’s idea, “What are you doing?” Haz again pats his friend’s shoulder, “Look at that table.” He nods his head in direction of Y/N and when Tom looked back at his mate, he let out a giggle.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” The brunette continues to let out quiet laughs, Haz’s cheeks immediately becoming flustered.

“What? No, mate. I don’t even know her.” The two still standing be the entrance look around to see if anyone if paying attention to their conversation, paranoia always on the back of their minds.

“I know you don’t know her, I just know you haven’t gotten laid in a while.” He takes a look back at the table where Y/N was sitting, “Fuck, she is beautiful. I’ll give you that Haz.”

The blue eyed blonde chuckles, Tom was right about the getting laid part but he didn’t want to fuck her. He did want to know her.

“Well, let’s get to know her then.” The most powerful mobster in London readjust his suit and made his way towards the table, leaving Haz behind.

Now that night Tom knew that Haz wanted to make a move on Y/N. So he let him but his soon wife-to-be couldn’t help but gravitate with Tom in the moment, and he did too. He knew from the moment he lied eyes on Y/N that he was going to make her his wife someday.

But he wasn’t ever going to tell Harrison that.

Tom knew that Haz probably had a salty palette at some point about him and Y/N dating but love is love. You don’t choose who you fall in love with, it just sort of hits you in the face and you roll with it. And that was something Tom could never understand.

It was a concept he would never understand because he fell in love with a girl that his best friend wanted to get to know. And she just happened to fall back in love with him, isn’t that fucked?

Tom almost chuckles at the thought of it because of how fucked up it sounds. He is already dressed in his tuxedo for the wedding, a flower that his mom pinned on the left side of his pocket right where his heart is. His fingers typing away at his laptop where he was finishing a couple of things up.

He was on high alert today especially because it was his wedding. He made sure there was extra everything, extra security especially. This was a day that he knew Y/N was so excited about, she had planned the last six months creating the perfect wedding.

Anything that she wanted she always got. She was his sun, and as long as he made sure she continued to shine everything else didn’t matter. Even though she wanted to get married back in her hometown, this was the only thing Tom wanted his way. It was the only way he knew they would be safe from rival mobs, the only way he could truly protect her in his estate.

He closed the top of his laptop, and notices his best mate standing at the door frame.

“You’re never not working are you?” Haz lets out as he crosses his arm and leans against the doorway.

Tom gets up from his work chair, “Yeah, I’m even working on my wedding day. Can you believe that?”

Haz pushes himself from the doorway and into his friend’s office, “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” He makes his way to the big window in the office that is in view of Tom’s backyard, his backyard not even recognizable. Even though Tom’s office was on the second floor, he could tell Y/N had really went hard with the decorating and planning, even the pool had lily pad decorations and lights shining from the bottom.

“I can. I just never knew it would be her.”

Haz didn’t know that either.

Tom pulls out two shot glasses from one of his drawers, along with his bottle of whiskey. “How about you take a shot with me while I’m still a single man?”

Tom sets them down in front of the window as Haz keeps staring down at the fantasy that was created in his backyard, “Yeah..lets do it.” He grabs the shot from the desk as does Tom.

Before they clink their shot glasses together, Harrison clears his throat and raises his drink, “To a happy life and wife.”

Tom lets out a smile and raises his shot as well, “Cheers to that.”

The shot glasses clink together and they both bring the whiskey to their mouths. The slight burn of the whiskey almost as bitter as the burn Haz is currently feeling, his best friend is marrying the woman he was in love with but it was too late to change anything.

So he clenched his fist as the burning from the drink surpassed his throat. He sets the shot glass down as he closes his eyes shut tight, his head spinning. Haz knew his alcohol intake was heavier lately, his addiction that he had kept denying until he had passed out at a gas station only a couple of months ago had crept up on him.

His doctor ordered an immediate detox right away but he didn’t want to, Haz didn’t feel like he needed to. Sure, his dependency on alcohol was high but he didn’t need it to function but he promised himself that once he realized he needed it to function was when he decided he would get help. He knew he was being an idiot but when you’re addicted, the disease doesn’t let you see that.

Tom pinches his nose slightly from the burn, he knew nothing of his friends on going addiction other than the bump Haz got on his head was from tripping on a step. He really didn’t think anything of it, you would think he would know his best friend better but Haz was good at keeping his own secrets.

The blonde clears his throat again and remembers the reason he came into the room, “Before I forget, Y/N is ready mate.” He walks up to the mirror in the office, adjusting his tie before walking to the door frame.

“Harrison?”

He stops in his place and looks over to Tom who is walking towards him, his arm swinging over his friend’s shoulder “Thank you..for everything.”

The two give each other a hug, and not a bro hug. Full on arms around each other, they’ve known each other since grade school and to come this far was something they both couldn’t be more thankful for.

Once the soft symphony started to play, Nikki and Dom began to walk Tom down the aisle, his parents flung around both of his arms. His mother was already emotional, her first son already being married and taking over the family business was too much for her. Time flew so fast but she was excited for what was to come next for her son.

And Dom was a proud father, he didn’t know quickly his son would adapt to the mobster life and take over. His son took over way faster than he did when Dom was young lad like his son. Too say that he was emotional was an understatement but he would never let his son see him cry.

The trio stopped right in front of the seated crowd, and in front of the reverend who was going to marry Tom and Y/N. The flower wall behind them making this moment almost too perfect not to capture.

As Nikki and Dom are being photographed leaving Tom at the aisle, Bella and Harrison are getting prepared to walk down the aisle next. They both stare ahead waiting for their cue, Harrison’s hands are shaking a bit. He’s nervous but for what, for why? Maybe that was just him wanting another drink.

“Does he know?”

Haz’s hands stop shaking at the question Bella throws at him, they’re both still staring straight ahead, waiting to walk down the aisle.

“What are you talking about?”

She lets out a whispered scoff, “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about..it’s obvious.” Her hand grips a bit tighter on the bouquet of flowers she’s holding, “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

For a moment, Haz looks down at the ground. He feels caught, like he’s about go down for something he’s never told anyone but then he brings his head back up.

“Yes, I do.” He takes a pause. “And if you tell anyone-”

“For your sake..” she takes a deep breath as she hooks her arm around his. “I won’t.”

Bella knew as best as anybody that it wasn’t in anyone’s best interest to know that Harrison was in love with Y/N. Even speaking about it now was risky, but she had to know and for some reason it made her a bit emotional. Tears beginning to flood her eyes but she wouldn’t dare let them come out.

“I want the best for Y/N, and I’m not about to let you ruin it.”

And before he could respond, the duo is cued by the usher who is waiting by the door. Y/N wanted a rendition of My Love by Sia performed as everyone walked down aisle. Tom was actually able to get Sia to perform but she was in regular clothing so she wouldn’t outshine anyone at the wedding, he decided he would tell Y/N that surprise later.

Bella’s arm is hooked on his as he leads the way down the aisle. The crowd of family, friends and a bunch of Tom’s business partners turn around to look at the partners walking down the aisle.

A toothy smile from the both of them appear as they make eye contact with Tom, who has his hands in front of him.

Once they reach the front, they separate and make there way to their respective spots. Sam and Robyn soon follow after, big smiles swept across their faces as they make their way down the aisle. The twin was really attracted to Robyn that night, her red lips paired with the satin champagne dress was really making him feel some type of way.

They both separate once they reach the front of the aisle as well, Y/N didn’t have another bridesmaid for Harry to walk down the aisle with so he sat this one out. But then it was time for Y/N to walk and she was nervous.

She was nervous about a lot of things, the main one right now tripping over her dress. Her palms were clammy as she stood at the entrance of where she was going to begin to walk, she stared down as the reverend cued audience to stand as your presence was about to be made. Tom would’ve made them stand up for you anyway because you were his queen.

The walkway seemed way longer right now than it did this morning when she was making sure everything was decorated the way she wanted. She was a perfectionist and it anything was going to go perfect, it had to be her wedding.

As the guests finished standing up, Y/N took her first step down the aisle. The light shining through the veil casted a beautiful glow on her face that she was unaware of. Tom’s throat began to burn at the sight of his fiancé, how fucking mesmerizing she looked. She looked like a goddess walking towards him, and walking alone down the aisle only amplified the beauty she was casting at the moment.

Y/N’s parents didn’t walk her down the aisle because they didn’t attend the wedding. They didn’t want to get involved in Tom’s lifestyle. They respected their daughters wishes to marry him but did not approve of anything he did, therefore there presence was not at the wedding.

She didn’t care though, at least not in this moment. Sure, she had to walk alone but she knew walking down this aisle she would meet Tom there and she wouldn’t be alone anymore. This union was going to solidify that she wouldn’t walk to have any path by herself.

Every step he became closer in her sight, she tried not to walk too fast because she didn’t want to throw off anyone so she walked in a good pace. The flowers in her hands making her sweat a little more than usual, she kept her eyes locked on forward and Tom.

Fuck, Harrison wished it was him that she was walking towards so badly but it just didn’t turn out that way. The dress she wore really brought out her beauty, and everyone in that room knew Tom was lucky to have her. Anyone that knew her knows how good of a soul she has, and the face this best mate scored her was questionable, at least in Harrison’s eyes.

Tom wanted to cry, this moment was huge for him. He was so in love with Y/N, and he felt so blessed to be able to make her his on this beautiful, spring day.

Once she reached the front of the aisle, she got to Tom’s side and turned to him. Her veil dividing any contact between the two, which almost drove him crazy. So he leaned in to his left and whispered, “You look so beautiful.” Although Tom wanted to take the veil off of her already, he knew waiting til the end would be worth it.

The reverend signals everyone to take a seat and begins his sermon, “We are gathered here today for the union of Tom Holland and Y/N L/N.. if anyone wishes to give any reason why these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace..”

If Harrison wasn’t Tom’s best friend, he would’ve jumped at the moment like in a scene of a movie and tell the woman that he loved her but he couldn’t. There was too much to risk, even though losing his life could be one of those risks that wasn’t on the top of the list for him. Losing Tom as his friend was the biggest risk of all.

The reverend continued since no one spoke, Tom would’ve flipped if anybody objected anyway so it was best no one say anything at all.

“I understand that you both have written your own vows, so I will go ahead and let Tom go first.”

Y/N smiles and looks at Tom who is pulling a note out of his pocket which are his vows, Tom is never a simpy type but when it comes to his girl, he’ll simp for her anyday. His heart race is beginning to increase as the paper unfolds in his hand, his hands beginning to shake as he realizes he has to read this in front of a bunch of people.

He clears his throat and smiles at Y/N once more before he looks back down at his paper.

“Y/N L/N, I never knew what it was like to be truly in love until I met you. I remember the day I walked into Joanne’s Trattoria and seeing you from across the room. Although it was Harrison’s idea to go in and not mine, it was his best idea yet. ”

Harrison’s heart stings again but he laughs with the audience who thinks Tom’s line is funny.

“I’m forever grateful to him for that. Y/N, you’re the woman for me, you are literally the missing piece that I found that fit perfectly. You were the missing piece that brought balance to my life, and my life has always been on the run but you’ve brought my run to a stop. A stop that I was willing to put a hold on so that I could you bring you on the run with me.”

He takes a pause, the burning sensation in his throat causing him to have a shakiness in his voice. Y/N wants to touch his face but she can’t because of her veil, but she is taking his words all in and her eyes are swelling with tears.

Tom clears his throat and continues to speak, “I promise to protect you with all that I am and with all that I can be. I didn’t know how life could be so amazing until I met you and making you mine forever is the best thing I’ve done thus far. I love you, Y/N.”

He begins to refold the paper and tuck it back into his pocket, he looks up to Y/N who is wiping a tear under her veil as she mouths “I love you.” The clapping of the audience fading in the background, Harrison smiling through his bitterness.

The reverend proceeds with the ceremony, “That was beautiful..now Y/N you may continue with your vows.”

She knew she wasn’t going to be able get a note handed to her so she had tucked into her lace sleeve on her arm, her fingers tugging it at it with the bouquet in her hand. She unfolds it, and holds the note with her left hand. Before she begins to read, she makes eye contact with Tom who is already staring at her which causes her to tear up again.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, I didn’t know what to think when I first met you. You seemed very in over your head, and you reeked of your vanilla and wood cologne but somehow you managed to make me fall head over heels for you.”

Again, another punch to Harrison’s heart. He wanted nothing but this vow to be read to him.

“I don’t know what the future holds for but I feel like it’s something great. Something is coming and I’m not sure what it is but I know you’ll be there. I know whatever life throws as us, you’ll do what you can to fix it. I will never fail my duties as your wife as long as you promise to keep me as yours forever. It feels like this lifetime will never be enough time for me to love you like I do now. So, I give you my life now, today, forever and always as a promise of my love for you. I love you, Thomas.”

She drops the note on the floor, and immediately taps a tear that is sliding down her cheek. She looks back at Tom who can’t help but have tears swell in his eyes, wanting so bad to just kiss her already.

The reverend begins to speak again, “The rings please.. Tom, please pull Y/N’s veil back.” As Bella hands one of the rings to the reverend, Tom is pulling back the veil. As he pulls it over her head, he realizes how much the piece of cloth has been hiding her beauty.

“Y/N, take this ring and slide it on Tom’s finger..”

She begins to slide it on his finger when he the reverend asks him, “Tom, do you take Y/N as your wife? To love her in sickness and in health? Through the good and the bad?”

He responds just as Y/N finishes slipping the band in his finger, “I do.” He turns to his best man for the ring, and the blonde reaches in his coat pocket for the wedding band. Harrison hands Tom the other ring, a ring that he wanted to put on Y/N’s finger so bad.

Tom places the ring at the top of her finger and begins to slide it down as the reverend begins to speak, “Y/N, do you take Tom as your husband?To love him in sickness and in health? Through the good and the bad?”

Tears begin to flood her eyes as she smiles, “I do.”

The reverend smiles widely as he achieved his deed today, “With the power invested in me, I know pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Tom Holland. You may now kiss your bride.”

The moment that Tom was waiting for was here and he was more than happy to do it. His lips landed on Y/N’s as their union was just tired together permanently. Their kisses felt like they had never before, it felt different and even then they both couldn’t hear the claps of their family and friends. It felt like just them two in the room, it felt like it was just them two forever.

Harrison clapped as well, tears beginning to flood his eyes..he wasn’t only just bitter but he was genuinely fucking happy for his best friend, his friend finally found someone who wanted to be with him and take care of him. It just stung, the blued eyed man figured he would eventually get over it.

The after party continued just like any other wedding, of course Tom and Y/N stuck together like glue. They both greeted some guests as they walked around the backyard together arm in arm, more utterly in love than ever.

As they patter around the backyard together, Haz watches from the corner of the party on high alert. He had gotten a call from one of the security that unmarked cars kept patrolling the mansion so he was prepared for anything.

Y/N and Tom had sat at their table while family and friends when up to the mic and said a few sweet things about the couple. The two listened while holding hands, drunk in love at the moment.

Haz watched the people talk from the corner of the room, he was supposed to go up as well but he didn’t know when his turn was. So he did what he does best and took a flask out of his inside pocket and took a drink, the vodka making his throat numb.

“So you’re resorting to becoming a drunk now?”

The familiar voice he had walked up the aisle with startles him a bit, “Hi, Bella. Glad you’re having fun.” He remarks sarcastically as he takes another drink from his flask.

She stands shoulder to shoulder with him, “Look what I said before-”

“Just forget it. You’re wrong, I know my own truth.” Haz becomes super defensive, taking another drink from his flask before he returns it to his pocket.

“And so do I, as someone who really cares about you..I know how you feel about her. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She tries to rest her hand on his shoulder but he pushes her hand off.

“Well, it’s too late.” As he walks away, he puts the flask back into his pocket and makes his way to the empty mic. Before reaching the stage, he grabs a champagne glass from a waiter that passes by and cuts the line of people who are waiting for the microphone. The alcohol starting to make him forget that he abandoned his post in the corner while he kept watch.

He clears his throat, “Excuse me everyone, I just wanted to make a toast to my best friend and his wife.”

Tom and Y/N pull away from whispers into each other’s ears, and turn their attention to Haz who has his glass raised by his face.

“Whenever I look at these two, I feel almost a sense of home. They give me hope that love is real.”

More lies, it was all the alcohol rushing through his bloods that was making him say these things. Y/N and Tom didn’t know that though but they continued to listen and raise their glasses high.

“So, to my best friend and the girl that won his heart.”

I wish it was mine that you had stolen.

The guests toasted and a bunch of clanks could be heard in the backyard, as salty as Harrison was though he could at least that all he could truly be satisfied with is being able to keep Y/N through Tom’s life as his best friend. He wanted to be obviously more than friends but he would settle for this than nothing at all.

As he got off the small stage with the large background of flowers, he walked directly to the groom and bride’s table. Tom got up before he reached the table and extended his arm for a bro hug, “Thanks Haz, means a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite couple.” Haz lied straight through his teeth.

Tom krinkled his nose and made a confused face, “Have you been drinking, mate?”

Haz completely ignoring question extends his hand, “I just wanted to see if Mrs. Holland would care to dance with me?” She laughs as she puts her hand in his, “Of course, the best man deserves at least one dance.”

She passes Tom and gives him quick kiss as she follows the blonde to the dance floor.

Harrison spins her around as one of her arms find his shoulder and the other lands in his hand, they begin to sway to a song that is playing in the background.

“Thank you for that toast, it was beautiful.” Y/N cracks a smile as she looks into the blonde’s eyes, he smirks as he takes the lead, “Yeah, I meant every word.”

Harrison’s lie streak was on a roll today.

She laughs as she follows his lead, “Thank you for everything, Haz. I’m still not accustomed to Tom’s lifestyle but you being around has helped a lot.”

He stares into her eyes as they sway on the dance floor, “Well, I’m glad... I’ve been able to impact you some type of way.” As he dances with Y/N, he wishes so much that Tom had toasted them instead..he wishes that she felt the same type of way she did. He always thought she did but today was evident of her real feelings, how she decided that Tom was her soulmate.

Y/N and Harrison sway a bit more, following the beat of the song. Although he did smell a bit like booze, Y/N had never really been in Harrison’s grasp until now. He felt broad and strong, and even though she’s known him for as long as she’s known Tom, she wanted to get to know him more and her being married to Tom would allow that.

“We can be best friends now that I’m married to yours.”

Another stab to his heart. He smiles through that, the buzz of the alcohol now hitting him “Yeah, I figured we would be best friends, you don’t love me like you love Tom.” He slurs the words, so Y/N doesn’t really catch what he says, “Wait, what did you say?”

But before Haz could answer again, he is tapped on the shoulder by Tom, “Harrison, my mum would love to dance with you and I would love to steal my wife away from you.”

He pulls Y/N by her waist and into his arms, causing Haz’s jawline to tense as makes a digusted face, “Yeah go ahead, you already stole her.”

While in each other’s arms, Tom and Y/N both look at the blonde concerned.

“Mate, are you okay?”

Haz sighs deeply and rubs his hand through his gelled hair, “I’m just…” he pauses and takes a look at Y/N and then to Tom who is waiting for an answer.

“I’m just drunk...I have to get back to my post now.” And he doesn’t say another word but just walk away, he couldn’t face the humiliation he wasn’t going to remember the next day. Haz wasn’t going to go back and keep patrol, he was going to leave and get wasted so that he could make everything he felt tonight feel numb.

Tom wants to call for his best friend but doesn’t want to cause a scene at his own wedding so he just lets it go.

For now.

A/N: AHHH!!! POOR HAZ, my babes is hurt but what do you think is gonna happen next? I would love to hear your theories, thoughts, anything you want to say! I also have a playlist for this fic so if you want to suggest any songs for the playlist, please send them in! I love you guys! Goodnight/Goodmorning! -Amy💛

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, Blood, Car accident, hospital scenes/talk, small talk of religion (sorry it just felt right for the story), angst, fighting, typos

-Words: 5.6K

Author note: Sorry for the shit writing, it was so hard to write the car accident. Tried to make it as medically accurate as possible. Most knowledge derived from Grey’s Anatomy/WebMD. Sorry this chapter is long. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Every message I've received is so sweet thank you all.

*Anytime 3 dots/ellipses (…) its a sob/breath and a moment of reflection during dialogue.

Chapter 8: Sinking Friendships

Words: 5.6K

Sirens, flashing lights and screams were the only thing Henry remembered. It all happened so fast. One minute Henry and Rosie were laughing together getting lost in each other’s eyes and the next they were both unconscious awaiting their death.

There was no time for Henry to react in anyway. No swerves or movements were made to prevent the impact. A maroon truck had collided Roise’s side, jolting her entire body. Her door was dented beyond belief.

From the forceful impact caused their car skid on the pavement, wearing the paint job away, and crash into the street pole. Henry’s entire body screamed out in pain, his injuries weren’t as bad as Rosie’s though.

“Rosie? Rosie! Rosie!!” Henry called out, desperately wanting to hear her lovely voice. Panic and heartbreak ensued when he saw blood dripping down the side of her head.

Rosie wasn’t moving. How could she be full of life one minute and the next, not? Henry reached over and placed two fingers below her jaw searching for a pulse. He felt he was able to breathe once her felt her few and far between heartbeats, it was faint but it was still there.

“Darling, wake up. Rosie, wake up! Open your eyes for me.”

Henry could feel himself fading by the moment. He used his last breaths to tell the girl he loved he was sorry. Her life was hanging by a thread and in that moment Henry was utterly useless. Praying that she would wake and he would get to hold her again, as everything faded to black.

It had to be about 15 minutes. 15 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. 15 minutes that Henry and Rosie had been unconscious for. 15 minutes of complete stillness, as everyone outside the vehicle panicked. The witness had called 911 multiple times and the other driver was unconscious at his wheel.

After those brutal and possible life ending minutes, help finally arrived. They pulled Henry from the wreck, putting him on a gurney.

“Sir, can you hear me?” called out the paramedic. “Yes. My girlfriend, help her please,” Henry was pleading for his life. How could he be so careless, it was only an accident? “Sir, just lay back. Let us take care of you,” the paramedic uttered, putting her hand on his shoulder to hold him down.

“No. I need to make sure she is okay.”

“Sir, you need to restrain yourself. The other paramedics have got her.”

“ROSIE! Just please let me know if she is okay,” screamed Henry.

“Sedate him please. I’ll go check on the girl,” said the paramedic. Henry faded into a deep sleep a moment later.

“Hey, how’s the girl? Her boyfriend won’t stop asking,” asked the paramedic to the one attending to Rosie. “Unresponsive. She has head trauma and a pulse, thank god,” he murmured. Henry was sent along with Rosie to Kingston Memorial hospital. The hospital was 20 mins away, so much can happen in that time.

Everyone else was sleeping soundly within the walls of the Holland Manor. It started to become a common theme that phone calls in the middle of the night usually meant someone was hurt. This time it was Harrison calling.

“Haz? It’s so late why are you calling?” You asked, jolting awake.

“There’s been an accident and Tom didn’t answer when I called. It’s Rosie and Henry. It sounded bad, Y/N.”

“Oh my god. I’ll see you there,” you responded, barely forming the words as tears started to fall.

“TOM WAKE UP!” you screamed, shaking him awake.

“What?… I’m up. I’m up.”

“There’s been accident.” No more words were said, they just hopped in the car and drove as fast as possible. Tom knuckles grew white clutching around the steering wheel. He couldn’t even begin to fathom a world with his Rosie in it. Harrison was already there, pacing in the waiting room.

“Haz. Where is she?” you said, tears begging to fall.

“I don’t know they won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” Harrison answered.

“Fuck that, you are our family. How’s Henry?” Tom exclaimed.

“He’s ok. Just a minor concussion and dislocated shoulder, he’s in there right now. They are putting his shoulder back in its socket. He was really lucky but, I am worried about Rosie.” Haz said, just as a doctor dressed in surgical scrubs approached them.

“Are you here for Rosie Holland?” asked the doctor, Tom just nodded in response.

“Mr. and Mrs. Holland, I presume,” continued the doctor

“Yes, that’s us,” Tom replied, clasping your hand in his. He tried to put on a brave face for his wife. You couldn’t both be a mess.

“Ok, Rosie is still in surgery. With extensive injuries like hers we like to keep the family updated as much as possible. Your daughter was the nearest point of impact. She came in with a puncture wound to the abdomen, a severe concussion, massive internal bleeding, many cuts caused by broken glass and severe trauma to her head.”

“Will she be okay?” you asked, accidentally interrupting the doctor.

“Let him finish darling,” Tom said, his grip on her hand tightening.

“It is still too early to know. I have to get back.”

“Alright Doctor, thank you,” Tom acknowledged. You just fell into Tom’s arms, letting all the tears you were holding back fall. You broke into a fit of sobs in his embrace.

“Tom, I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. She’s our baby,” you whimpered, your tears staining his t-shirt

“Shh, darling. She’ll pull through. Remember she is just like her strong mother.”Tom whispered, rubbing a soothing hand over your back.

“Have you gotten in touch with Parker?” Asked Tom as he continued to comfort you.

“No, I’ve been trying. Leaving message after message… Why fuck isn’t he picking up?” yelled Haz. Just then, Henry had walked up, sporting a cloth sling His heart nearly broke as he saw you crying your eyes out buried in Tom’s arms.

“No. No, no, no. Don’t tell me she didn’t make it.” Henry cried as his knees started to buckle at the thought of losing Rosie.

“Henry no, she’s still in surgery. Hey, come here.” Harrison said trying to calm down his son.

“Henry, what the happened?” Tom asked, scared for his daughters life.

“What were you doing with Rosie anyway? It’s late.” Tom questioned again after Henry stood silent, growing louder.

“Hey, Tom. Back off,” Harrison said, standing in front of Tom.

“No. I want to know the reason why my daughter is in there fighting for her god damm life.” Tom screamed. Henry was like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t lie his way out of this one. His eyes just shifted between Tom, you and his dad.

“A truck hit Rosie’s side when I was driving, I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Henry cried, barely able to get the words out.

“Son, we know it was an accident. It wasn’t your fault,” Harrison said, comforting Henry.

“Where? Where were you guys?” Tom pestered on.

“Umm, we were on our way back from… from a date. We are dating.” Henry muttered, his eyes glued to the floor.

“What? Y/N did you know about this?” Tom asked, ready to throw hands.

“Yes, Tom,” you murmured, avoiding Tom’s disappointed glare.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” Tom screeched.

“And for you. Who the fuck said you could date my daughter?” Tom bellowed, pointing his finger at the poor boy.

“I did kind of give them permission by keeping their secret. In your own time frame though you were supposed to ask Tom,” you muttered, bouncing between Henry and Tom.

“Wait. For how long? For how fucking long?” Tom cursed.

“2 months.” Henry whispered.

“2 months. 2 fucking months. You were lying to me?” Tom screamed, he was livid at you.

“I don’t want you dating her,” Tom growled with an unchanging expression.

“I’m sorry, sir. What?” Henry asked, dumbfounded by Tom’s response.

“Tom, what?” Haz faltered.

“Tom don’t do this, he is a good kid,” you begged.

“Break up with my daughter or there will be hell to pay,” Tom declared and with that he walked away.

“Tom, you can’t do that to them,” you yelled after Tom.

“Really Y/N watch me” Tom said, ignoring his family. His heart had been broken too many times tonight. First when he heard about the accident, another when he had learned of Rosie’s injuries and another when he found out that you had been lying to him. His mind needed to be on one person right now, Rosie.

Tom managed to cool off, but immediately changed the subject anytime you would start to apologize. He didn’t have the energy to focus or listen, all he cared about was Rosie. Parker had showed up 10 mins later, he was off doing god knows what.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Tom yelled, as he saw Parker come through the sliding doors.

“Sorry. I just got your message. Is she okay?” Parker explained.

“We don’t know she is still in surgery,” you whispered, trying to hold back tears.

“What I went out for a bit and shut my phone off. What’s the big deal?” Parker asked.

“The big deal is that I didn’t know where you were. I couldn’t get in touch you. Rosie was in a car accident and I couldn’t call you,” screamed Tom, still angry from the conversation that just perspired

“And Henry?” Parker question, ignoring Tom’s scolding.

“He’s ok. Haz is with him right now, they went to get some coffee,” you informed him.

“Are you okay, mom?” Parker asked, remembering the conversation they had the night before.

“I’ve been better. Just glad you are here,” you said, bringing him into a warm embrace. As they all stood together as a family, Rosie’s doctor came to update them.

“She is out of surgery and stable. Her heart did stop and we were able to resuscitate her, she’s in the ICU now…”

“Can we see her?” Tom asked, interrupting the doctor. A huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, his baby girl was going to be okay.

“Yes, but you need to know something. Her brain started to swell in surgery so we had to put her in a medically induced coma to bring down the swelling. We don’t know when she will wake up or if she will at all,” explained the doctor.

All the Hollands stood like statues, unable to process the news. You felt as though you had been punched in the stomach, you wouldn’t be able to handle losing your baby girl.

Minutes, hours and days had melded together. It had been 6 days since the accident and Rosie was still the same, laying unconscious in a hospital bed hooked up to various machines. All of you stayed at the hospital expect for Harrison and Henry. Harrison was running the mob for Tom, for the time being.

You refused to leave her side, spending every waking and sleeping hour right beside her. Seeing your daughter like this was killing you. You weren’t getting any sleep and your hair started thinning.

Rosie looked pale and lifeless, the only thing guaranteeing she was alive was the incessant heart monitor. Her bruises had started to heal, changing from a vibrant purple to an opaque yellow. Everyone prayed she would wake up.

Henry tried to visit everyday but Tom wouldn’t allow it. He was still furious his daughter was dating him and everyone else knew about it except him. Tom’s heart ached for Rosie to wake up and be his funny, sassy, brave girl once again. Tom, however couldn’t stand how the waiting was making you feel.

“Darling. Wake up!” Tom whispered, gently shaking you.

“What? Did something happen? Is Rosie ok?” You exasperated, jolting out of your sleep and trying to catch your breath.

“No, she’s fine. It has just been a while since you had gone home and cleaned up. It might do you some good, baby,” Tom pleaded.

“Tom, I can’t leave her,” you whispered.

“Y/N, it’s ok. Let me take you home and Parker will be here in case anything were to happen,” Tom explained.

You were hesitant at first but eventually agreed, it had been awhile since you had showered or had a decent meal. Living off of the same sweatshirt and hospital cafeteria snacks for the past couple days. All your energy had been put into watching Rosie.

While Tom took you home, Parker was tasked with watching his sister. As kids they were both active and had gotten hurt, only most ever being a broken bone, never a life or death situation. Not only was Rosie Parker’s sister, but she was his twin.

His built in best friend. There had never been a time where he didn’t know her, maybe the first 5 mins of his life, but Rosie soon followed. Sure they fought and argued like all siblings do, but they couldn’t imagine their life without each other. He needed her sarcastic comments and infectious laughter to brighten his day. He needed her warm, slightly awkward hugs and her bitchy attitude once in a while. Parker didn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Rosie, I don’t know if you can hear me but mom is a mess, dad has barely said to word and everyone just needs you to wake up. I need you to wake up…. We all do, especially Henry,” Parker whispered.

“God, he secretly loves you. He hasn’t had the balls to tell you yet, but if that it is what you need to wake up, then do it….Let that be it…. That he loves you, Rosie…. He loves you.”

“I know what it is like to lose someone you love. Charlotte didn’t have a choice, but you do. You can fight and come back to us…. Come back to Henry. He needs you. He calls me every night asking if you had woken up yet. Dad banned him from visiting the hospital. Really fucked that one up didn’t you Roo…. You should’ve told him about you and Henry, but that’s beside the point…. The point is let today or tomorrow or next week be the day I tell him you did…. Just promise me you will wake up ok. I know I don’t say it often but I love you.” Parker got everything he needed to say off his chest. Tears had managed to escape from his eyes as he held her hand. Henry was standing in the doorway, when Parker poured his heart out.

“Hey mate. Mind if I have a minute with my girl?” Henry spoke.

“Not at all. Perfect timing, my parents just left,” Parker said, getting up from his crouched position.

“Yeah, I know. I was parked in the parking lot, waiting for them to leave.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Oh, none. None what so ever.”

“So practically all of it?” Parker said in response.

“Yeah,” Henry just nodded along.

“I’ll leave you guys alone,” Parker said as left the room.

Now it was just Henry and Rosie.

Tom had forbidden Henry from seeing her, he hasn’t even gotten to hold her hand. Henry tried to hold back tears as he saw the girl he loved looking half-dead. Her skin had lost its color and her necklace, the one he had given her, was stained with blood sitting in a bag on her bedside.

“Hey Roo. I’ve missed you…. Life hasn’t been the same these past few days. I’ve missed all your good night and good morning texts and your smile.” Henry started.

“Everyone wants you to wake up. They need you to wake up. Can you just open your eyes and flash that smile for me? I need it and I need you…. Rosie,… here it goes,… I love you. I couldn’t stand the thought of you never knowing I love you. So there it is, I love you.”

“I love everything about you…. Your eyes, your laugh, even that weird snort you do. I love you and that has to be enough. It has to be enough for you to wake up and come back to me…. Don’t just do it for me, do it for Parker and your dad and your mom. They have all been losing their minds without you.”

“Rosie, please baby. I love you and that has to be enough,” Henry concluded as tears streaked his face. He moved to press a chaste kiss to her forehead when all of a sudden machines starting going off and beeping left and right.

“Rosie? Rosie stay with me!” Henry didn’t know what was happening. All he knew as that she was still alive and prayed to god he wouldn’t hear her flatlining.

Rosie’s body started to jerk and shake, involuntary. The room filled with nurses and doctors, rolling Rosie on to her side. Her muscles spasming everywhere.

“Sir, you need to leave,” said the nurse, prying Henry away from Rosie.

“No, please let me stay with her,” Henry cried, refusing to avert his eyes from Rosie.

“You need to leave. Let us help her.”

Henry stood crying, peering through the glass doors at the love his life slipping before his very eyes. Her seizure only lasted about 8 minutes but, minutes bleed to hours as tears refused to stop.

“Henry? What happened?” Parker said, running up to Henry crouched on the floor with his knees to his chest and head buried.

“I don’t know. They forced me to leave. Her body started shaking violently, I don’t know what happened,” Henry sniffled, titling his head up. His eyes were beet red and his face was riddled with tears. Parker just stood there dumbfounded. He only left for 10 minutes to get some water. How could so much go wrong in that time.

“Young man, are your parents here,” asked the doctor as everyone came out of Rosie’s room.

“No, they went home to grab some things. Why?… Is she dead?” Parker questioning, pulling at the roots of his hair.

“No, she’s alive, but we can’t share any further information till they get here,” explained the doctor. Parker just nodded in response and Henry was able to breath again, exhaling the breath he was unaware he was holding.

Parker was about to make the call he dreaded. This was the entire reason you refused to leave, in case anything were to happen.

“Parker, what’s up. Is Rosie okay?” Tom said as he answered the Parker’s call.

“Dad, no, you need to get to the hospital. Something happened with Rosie but, they won’t tell me anything,” Parker said, his voice wavering.

“Oh my god, I’ll be right there,” Tom said, hanging up the phone. He had been refusing the chance to break down, he felt as though he had to be strong for everyone else.

“Y/N! Y/N!!” Tom screamed through the house. The one time Tom tries to do something good everything gets screwed up.

“Tom, what?” You exclaimed, startled by his screams

“Something happened with Rosie,” Tom said, a fews tears dripped down his face.

“What? No. No, no, no. I wasn’t there. I’m her mom and I wasn’t there. Why the fuck did you make me leave?” You cried, feeling like a terrible mother. You never should’ve left.

“I’m sorry. Be mad at me later, let’s just go,” Tom said, grabbing his car keys.

Tom’s reckless driving was not the problem at the moment, you just need to be there for Rosie. At the hospital, Tom barely parked properly before they were running through the halls. He came upon Parker in the waiting room, looking disheveled as fuck. His eyes were puffy eyes and hair stood up, he could tell his son was tugging on it in frustration.

Tom needed something to take his mind off Rosie. He needed to punch something or beat someone up or even just take his angry out with words.

“Parker, what happened? Is she okay?” You said, scared for Rosie’s life.

“I don’t know. No one has come out of her room,” Parker explained and you just nodded in response, trying not to cry again.

“Parker, what the fuck is Henry doing in here?” Tom demanded.

“Umm,” Parker mumbled.

“I’m sorry sir, I needed to see her,” Henry said profusely, apologizing

“I don’t care what fuck you needed to do. You are the reason she is dying. You were the one driving,” Tom screamed.

“Tom it was an accident,” you said, trying to reassure yourself in the process.

“Y/N I don’t understand how you can take his side when he almost killed our baby girl.”

“Like, I said it was an accident!” you explained.

“Nurse! Nurse!” Tom yelled.

“Yes, sir. Do you need the doctor?” asked the nurse, worried someone was bleeding.

“No. I want to know who the fuck let this boy in here.” Tom thundered.

“I don’t know sir, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again,” she explained.

“Tom he can stay. If he is telling the truth about loving Rosie this concerns him as much as it concern us,” you said. This must be killing Henry like it was to you.

“No, he fucking can’t. Now get out, before I have you escorted out of here in a body bag,” Tom threatened.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just please, tell me if she wakes up,” Henry pleaded, slowly walking away. He wasn’t going to go home, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave, not when Rosie was still in that state.

They all saw the doctor come out of the room and quickly cornered him. A grim expression draped across his face created uneasiness in everyone.

“I’m Y/N Holland, I’m her mother. What happened? I just left for twenty minutes,” you asked, tears streaming down your face as you barged in the room.

“We put her on a ventilator, the seizure was caused by lack of oxygen to her brain,” the doctor said.

“I’m sorry, what? She had a seizure?” Tom said, trying to put the puzzle pieces together.

“Yes. Her brain function has remained unchanged for several days now. In my expert opinion, her outlook isn’t very good. I would prepare yourselves. We can keep her comfortable if you would like or we can arrange her to be moved to a facility where she will possibly heal in the future,” explained the doctor.

“What are you saying? She’s brain dead?” asked Parker chiming in.

“It’s too still early to give a definitive diagnosis, but most likely, yes. I’m sorry for your loss.” The doctor said, exiting the room. You wanted to die right in that moment. A piece of you died the second those words slipped out, you were inconsolable.

“Y/N. Baby, come here,” Tom whispered. Trying to reach out for you, his broken wife.

“Don’t fucking touch me. I should’ve never let you convince me to leave,” you cried.

The guilt was enormous for everything. You were the one who let Rosie and Henry date, without that they would have never been driving together. Never gotten in the accident, you couldn’t help but feel responsible.

It was always the same feeling, you felt walking into Rosie’s hospital room. The feeling of drowning or being burned alive. It’s indescribable. A feeling felt by those who lose their children. You put them on this earth and for them to leave it before you was wrong.

“Rosie, I’m so sorry I left baby. I’m here now and I’m never leaving,” you said, combing your hand through her brown locks.

“But its okay if you need to. It’s okay. I’ll be alright, we all will be…. You can let go…. I love you so much sweetheart, don’t every forget how much mommy loves you…. You can rest now,” you said, moving to Rosie’s side to take her hand in yours. Seeing Rosie like this was tearing you apart from the seems.

It wasn’t long before all tears had put you to sleep. Tom had covered you up with a blanket. You talked to Rosie as though she could hear you. Maybe she could, maybe not but, you definitely wished she could. Tom hadn’t had the chance to break down like you. You needed him to be the strong one, but he was human too.

“Rosie, it’s dad. Everyone besides me has gotten the chance to talk to you, so here it goes,” Tom started.

“I know your mother said that is was ok to leave, but it is not. You hear me. Don’t you dare leave…. Rosie, darling you need to fight. Fight whatever it is that will bring you back to us. You are so much stronger than you lead on baby.”

“I love you so much, please come back to us…. I don’t know if your mother can take losing you. Also that boy you secretly hid from me. Once you wake up you are grounded. I don’t know why you fell for that scruffy looking kid but he needs you, baby. We all do,” Tom concluded. There was no easy fix to this problem. He couldn’t go out and torture somebody or beat them til they broke. Not even money could fix this. He felt completely and utterly useless.Tom reached out to the only thing that could help his daughter, God.

“Hey, god above, I don’t really have a name for you. You are just the one who watches over people, you could be from any religion. I don’t know,” Tom said, clasping his hand together as he spoke to the heavens above.

“I know we don’t talk often and I’m sorry for that and I’m sorry for the despicable acts I’ve committed but I need you help…. My daughter needs your help. She was in a car accident and she hasn’t woken up yet. She’s so young, she has her entire life ahead of her and I want her to experience it all…. I’d really like to walk her down the aisle someday. Can you just bring her back to me? That’s all I ask, just bring her back.”

“Thank you. Shit, I’m believe I’m supposed to say amen and I’m sorry for cursing a second ago. Just remember what we talked about, do this for her not me. God knows I don’t deserve it,” Tom said, ending his plea to the god or gods above.

Tom couldn’t of imagined better timing, with his speech, Rosie’s fingers started to twitch in his hand.

“Y/N wake up?” Tom yelled.

“What, I’m up. Is she ok?” You asked, confused by his outburst.

“Better than ok, her hand moved,” Tom explained.

“Oh my god, really? Parker go get the doctor,” you said, moving towards Rosie.

“Rosie?” Tom said as she started to stir.

“Rosie, baby. I’m here” you said, holding her hand. Rosie eyes fluttered open as she choked on the intubation tube, which gave her oxygen.

“Shh, you’re ok. You were in a car accident with Henry. You’re ok,” you said, softly. The look on Rosie’s face broke your heart. She looked so confused and overwhelmed all you wanted to do was hold her and never let go. Yes, she was a teenager but she will always be your baby girl.

Parker quickly brought the doctor in and he conducted a neurological exam. He removed the tube down her throat, allowing her to breath normally.

“Rosie, you’re awake. Don’t try to talk, it will feel weird for a while. I can get you something for the pain. I’m going to have you do a few tests. Blink once for yes and twice for no, ok?” The doctor explained. Rosie followed his instructions and blinked once. You and Tom were holding each other, praying Rosie didn’t have any brain damage.

“Follow the light for me please. Good. Squeeze my hand. Good grip… These are all amazing signs. Everything looks good. No neurological deficits, but I still would like to get an MRI for her. In the meantime, just rest. It’s going to feel weird as your brain has basically been sleeping for a week,” the doctor concluded, leaving everyone alone to rejoice.

“Mom?” Rosie said, her voice extremely hoarse.

“Yeah, honey. Take it easy,” you said. Words couldn’t describe how you were feeling, you got your daughter back.

“Where’s Henry?” Rosie croaked out.

“He’s ok Rosie, I believe he is outside. Would you like to see him?” You asked, much to Tom’s dismay. Rosie just nodded in response, trying to make everything seem less hazy.

“Rosie,” Henry said with a biggest smile on his face. Nothing could bring this boy down from cloud 9, she was ok. The love of his life was ok.

“Hi,” she said with a half-smile. That’s all she could must her up with her energy.

“Thank god you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Henry said, kissing her forehead.

“We will give you two a minute,” you said, pulling Tom and Parker out of the room. Tom was giving you a bunch of harsh glares, he knew what you were doing. However, he too ecstatic that Rosie was awake to be mad at Henry.

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” Henry asked concerned.

“I’m okay. Henry, I have to tell you something,” Rosie responded.

“I love you…. Walking up in the hospital bed just made me realize who cares if it’s too soon or if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to tell you. I love you,” Rosie declared. This was his chance, break her heart and walk away, she didn’t deserve to be here in a hospital bed. Tom was right, Henry knew what he had to do.

“Rosie, I think we should break up,” Henry said, already feeling like he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“What, why? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were happy. Just yesterday you said you were falling in love me. What the fuck happened?” Rosie faltered, confused by everything.

“Rosie, it’s just not working,” Henry exclaimed with the lamest excuse.

“Fine. Leave,” she said, trying to not let tears fall.

“Roo, we can still be friends.”

“Don’t fucking say that to me. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Rosie screamed.

“Rosie, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to say something else but was cut off.

“Just get the fuck out. I’m serious, FUCKING LEAVE!!” she thundered as he left. Henry felt like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.

“Henry? What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw Henry storm through the halls.

“Are you happy Tom? I did it,” Henry barked.

“Glad she’s awake. Y/N you should go in there, she needs you,” Henry exclaimed, before leaving for good this time.

“Tom, we need to talk about Rosie and Henry,” you said, furious at Tom and his decision to break them up.

“He’s gonna fucking break her heart and I won’t allow it,” Tom yelled.

“You can’t keep them apart and you already did that,” you said sternly, you couldn’t believe the nerve on your husband.

“Y/N end of fucking discussion. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. We don’t keep secrets from each other. For fucks sake, how fucking stupid are you? Letting our daughter whore around with that kid, just like you did,” he vociferated.

“Whore around like I did? Really? Why don’t you look in the fucking mirror?” You screamed, zero fucks were given.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tom barked.

“I know about you and Jazz.”

“What?”

“You went to a hotel and met her there. Tell me I’m wrong,” you interjected. Tom was too furious to explain his actions, he let you believe he cheated on you.

“Your silence answers my question,” you remarked, wanting to break down inside.

“Tom, just so you know you're sleeping on the couch tonight,” you said. You had your answer now. How could Tom do that to you. I didn’t matter in that moment all that mattered was consoling your daughter who Tom broke.

“Real fucking mature Y/N,” Tom yelled, as you walked away.

“Rosie?” You asked, knocking on her door.

“Mom… he broke up with me,” Rosie said as tears fell.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong…. I swear to god if he met some other chick while I was in a coma.”

“No, nothing like that,” you said, trying to comfort your daughter. There is nothing like a first heartbreak.

“There has to be a reason. One minute I was in love with a boy who loved me back and now, I’m not.”

“Shh, it's okay,” you said, rubbing you hand down Rosie’s back as you pulled her into your arms. How could Henry actually do that to her and flee the scene like a coward. Parker managed to chase him down in the parking lot.

“What the fuck Henry?” Parker called after him

“I did it because I love her,” Henry exclaimed, continuing to walk away.

“Bullshit,” Parker yelled as he punched Henry square in the jaw.

“Owww.”

“I said, I’d fucking hurt you if you broke her heart.”

“Yeah, I know. It was still a shitty threat, but I deserved that.”

“I don’t understand what happened Henry. One minute you tell me you love her the next you don’t…. I don’t know if I will ever understand but you can’t come by the house for awhile,” Parker pleaded, wanting to know the truth.

“Alright. Just tell her I’m sorry mate.” Henry concluded, feeling like literal shit and an asshole and a fucking idiot all at once. He had just broken the heart of the girl he loves. It was never supposed to happen this way.

Author note: I'm sorry for all those who love Rosie and Henry. Don't be afraid to call me a bitch for breaking your heart, my brother did when he read it. Also Tom is a literal asshole in this chapter.

I really can't wait for you guys to read the next ones, even if you don't ask for it. I will post hints for the next chapter with emojis because it's fun.

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hoefortomhoelland · 5 years ago

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What about mob!Tom and mob!haz coming home to find toms daughter having sex w hazs son?

oMG this made me laugh haha. Poor lads.

Tom laughed at the joke that Harrison made, tightening his grip on the wheel as the pair of them cracked up. It was a long day at the office, killing and threatening their victims.

He pulled up outside of his home and parked the car before the pair of them made their way inside of his place.

“Want a beer?” Tom asked as he approached the fridge and bent over to scan the products in there. “Shit, I need to go shopping soon.” He mumbled to himself.

“Uh… yeah sure.” Harrison replied hesitantly. Tom grabbed two cans and slid it across the counter to his partner in crime.

“Why’d you hesitate?” He questioned as he pulled the tab and pulled the can towards his lips.

“I just thought I heard something.” Harrison shrugged as he drunk from the can as well.

There was a silence between the two men as they took gulps of their drinks. However, in that silence there was a loud bang. Tom and Harrison made eye contact as they reached into their pockets to pull out their guns. Tom nodded towards the door and they both crouched slightly as they made their way upstairs towards the sound.

Harrison followed behind Tom slowly, both of their guns held up in the air. There were noises and groans as if someone had broken into the house and was in pain perhaps.

Tom looked back at his best friend and motioned to the room where the noise was coming from. He stood up straight and walked towards the room, swinging the door open.

“Put your fucking hands up.” Harrison yelled as he also busted into the room.

Their eyes widened once they saw Harrison’s son… on top of Tom’s daughter.

“Olivia?” Tom said, dropping his gun with his jaw dropped and eyes wide.

“Dad?” She shrieked, pulling the covers over her naked body.

“Mikey?” Harrison also questioned as he dropped his gun.

“Dad?”

“Michael, please get off of my daughter, it’s disg-”

“Oh, my God! Get out, dad!” Your daughter cried out of embarrassment.

“Mike, please put some clothes on.” Harrison plead as he looked away.

“Harrison, dad, please leave.” Olivia begged once again. The men picked up their guns and shut the door, resting their backs on opposite walls before bursting out in laughter.

“I never thought I’d have to see my daughter have sex in all fourty one years of my life.” Tom groaned as he slammed the back of his head against the wall.

“I’d rather watch someone’s brains get splattered across the wall rather than have to watch my son having sex with your daughter.”

Both of them shivered violently.

“Really? She had to end up with your son?”

“Well, he does have my looks so I-”

“Do not finish that sentence, Harrison.” Tom interrupted. “Let’s just get so drunk we’ll never have to remember this again.”

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fuckupsoverhere · 5 years ago

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Little Did I Know {Update}

The next chapter will be the last chapter. There may be a cliffhanger as I am planning on starting a sequal after I have a break. I don’t know how long of a break I am going to take, but I may start writing a new story that is a completely separate story.

Questions about my stories, because I love everyone who reads my stories.

Do people prefer (y/n) stories over ones with a character of my invention? As an oc will lead to me having more details about the main person in the story rather than being vague to try and allow anyone and everyone to put themselves into the story.

Are there any particular fandoms that people want me to write about? As I am still unsure of what I want to write yet, I am open to all options. Of course, I won’t be able to write about anything that I do not know about.

Is there anything in particular that you want to see in the sequal of ‘Little Did I Know’?

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liberty-barnes · 5 years ago

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The Swear Jar

Part 1 of The Jar Series

Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Single Mom!Reader

Prompt: “I've never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life”

Warnings: swearing obviously, Tom’s a mob boss so there’s that, there’s like, one sexual innuendo but also ??? not really??? idk

Word Count: 4k (i really need to learn to write short things)

Estimated Reading Time: 16 minutes

A/N: It’s the pic guys, I can’t help it.

Edit: Wow, you guys actually liked this! So since many of you asked, a part will be coming out soon, maybe more, we’ll see. So if you wanna be added to my “The Swear Jar” Taglist, just ask me or add yourself directly through the link in my bio!

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The bell above the door to the diner chimed and you perked up, smiling brightly at the young teenage couple.

“Gracie! Stella! It’s so good to see you again!”

The girls greeted you with the same amount of enthusiasm and proceeded to order their usual meal.

“Your hair’s really pretty Stella! You look like a mermaid now!”

“Thanks, Millie! I took your advice and went with blue instead of purple.”

The young girl smiled and captured the couple’s attention by showcasing her current work in progress.

Millicent Rose (Y/l/n) was your five-year-old daughter. She had brown hair, falling on her shoulders in nice large curls, and big (y/e/c) eyes, a perfect match to yours. She loved drawing (the diner walls were crawling with her masterpieces) and pretty hair, especially if it was soft.

Her bubbly and fearless personality sometimes frightened you, but you mostly came to terms with the fact that your daughter was a social butterfly and took full advantage of the small diner to interact with as many people as she could.

You watched with a fond smile as Millie explained what she had been drawing to the girls, mentioning every little detail while they praised her good work. The young brunette had a gift to make anyone love her.

Soon enough, their large milkshake to share was finished and Lou, the owner and cook, was all done with the food so the girls sat down at a booth and Millie went back to drawing, little feet dangling off the chair and little brows furrowed in concentration.

As you were refiling Mr and Mrs Lee’s drinks, the bell chimed once more and four men walked in dressed in stylish suits, much too fancy for this place. They sat down at a booth and started talking while you took a deep calming breath.

Oh, fuck me.

You took your notepad and walked over to them, a much too fake smile on your face.

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I get you?”

The table quieted down and you made eye contact with who you knew to be the leader.

“I’ll have a burger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

One of the twins said.

“I’ll have the same but with a chocolate milkshake instead.”

The other one added.

“Vegi burger and a coke, please.”

At least the blonde one had some manners.

Your eyes lifted from the notepad to the leader once again.

“And for you?”

You did your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.

“Bacon cheeseburger, fries and a coke, darling.”

“Right away.”

You got out of there as soon as possible, sparing a glance at your daughter to make sure she was still sitting at the counter before entering the kitchen with a panicked expression on your face.

“Lou…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You’ve got an order… for the Hollands…”

“Well, shit.”

The Holland family was the oldest and most successful mob in London, extremely rich, dangerous, and seemingly untouchable.

Harry and Sam Holland, the twins, were rumoured to have been behind the Burtons’ death, another famous family known for drug trafficking and other crimes.

Harrison Osterfield, the second in command, was a close family friend, accused of drug trafficking, illegal weapons selling, and other such crimes, though the charges all dropped before the first hearing even took place.

And finally, Thomas Holland, the leader. Arrested for multiple murders, arson, extortion, and a long list of other felonies, but never convicted.

Everyone was scared of them, and the fact that they were eating here was not good for business.

You ignored the tightness in your chest in favour of helping Lou prepare their food, hoping to do it as fast as possible so the group could leave.

Meanwhile, at the booth, Tom was rolling his eyes at his brothers and friend’s stupidity.

“Okay, we get it, she’s hot, but you don’t have to talk about it all the fucking time.”

Millie turned her head in their direction and scowled. She stretched a bit to the other side of the counter to take the transparent jar and got down from her chair, making her way to their booth, stomping a bit, which made her Sketchers light up.

The diner watched with curious (and slightly frightened, for the Lees) eyes as the little girl climbed onto the booth next to Harrison, one leg after the other, and kneeled next to the blonde, setting her elbow on the table and stretching so the transparent jar was now sitting in front of Tom.

He looked at it: a lid-less mason jar with a pink bow and right in the front, in a child’s handwriting and pink glittery letters were the words 'Swear Jar’.

“You owe a pound.”

He lifted his head to look at the girl.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When someone says a bad word they have to put a pound in the jar. You said a bad word so you owe a pound.”

“I’ve never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life!”

“That’s two more so you have to put three pounds in.”

“Yeah, Tom, put the money in.”

Harrison had his arms around the girl and a smug smile on his face, evidently taking a liking to the young brunette.

“Shut the fuck up Haz, you curse more than I do!”

“Four.”

“Shit.”

That one was not on purpose.

“Five.”

“Okay, okay, jeez, hold on.”

He took out his wallet and took his only five-dollar bill amid all the hundreds.

“Just gonna put the money in this stupid jar.”

“Six.”

“Wha- stupid’s not a swear word!”

“I’m not allowed to say it so yes, it is.”

Tom rummaged around his wallet for a stray pound, reluctantly putting a hundred in after finding nothing.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to say ninety-nine swear words?”

“No paying in advance, everything that’s not the money you owe is a donation.”

“To what foundation?”

“The ‘get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation”

She answered with a smirk and everyone -bar Tom- was pretty much crying at seeing their boss be told what to do by a five-year-old.

“Man, you are so screwed!”

“That’s one pound for you, Mister!”

“Oh shit, right!”

“Two…”

Harry took out his wallet (still laughing his arse off, mind you) and didn’t even try to look for the two pounds, simply putting in a hundred.

Millie’s eyes were focused solely on Tom’s hair. She climbed on top of Harrison, her pink tulle skirt flying behind her and stood on the seat next to the brunette, her hands immediately flying to his hair.

“You have very pretty hair. It’s really soft.”

“Thank you, darling.”

She hummed and kept playing with the soft strands.

“My name’s Tom, and these are my twin brothers Harry and Sam, and my best friend, Haz.”

She looked around for a while, not answering, seemingly lost in thought until she looked back at him and her sparkling (y/e/c) eyes focused on his brown ones.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy. I’m Millie.”

“T-Tommy?”

Sam stuttered out between peels of laughter.

“I don’t like Tom, Tommy’s better. Why are you so shocked Twin Nice?”

Harry looked appalled.

“Why's he Twin Nice?”

“Because you said a bad word and he didn’t, so he’s Twin Nice and you’re Twin Naughty.”

Sam did a little victory dance, bragging about his new nickname to his twin.

The little girl sat down on Tom’s lap and started to play with the black ring on his finger.

“What am I, then?”

She looked up to Harrison from in between Tom’s fingers, still playing with the thick band.

“You’re Thor cause you have pretty eyes and you look really strong.”

To say that the blonde was pleased would be an understatement.

“You, little lady, are my new best friend. We need to come here more often.”

Millie smiled and went back to observing the ring.

“Does this mean you’re married?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“No, it means that I’m a part of the Holland family, like them.”

Everyone around the table showed theirs, a symbol of their high status in the mob.

“So you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Do you live with your mommy?”

“No, I live with these dumbasses in a big house.”

She pushed the swear jar towards him and gave him what could only be described as the 'Disappointed Mom’ look.

“Do you like it?”

“Kind of, sometimes they get on my nerves and I wish they’d rot in Hell, but yeah, it’s not too bad.”

She slapped his hand in reprimand and he internally cursed himself.

“Don’t you miss your mommy?”

“A little, but I see my parents every Sunday for family dinner.”

He answered after placing yet another bill in the jar.

“Parents?”

“Yeah, my mum and dad.”

She hummed.

“I wish I had a dad.”

The boys all stiffened.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Tom cleared his throat, measuring his words before speaking, for once in his life.

“Do you know what happened to your dad?”

“Mommy says he left cause he wasn’t good like her. She says it’s okay, though, cause we only need each other but my friend Lilly has a mommy and a daddy and she told me that sometimes when her mommy’s sad or tired he’ll do all the grown-up stuff like cook and read her a story while her mommy rests and she’s happier that way. I want my mommy to be happy like that too.”

For Tom, it felt like his cold, dead heart was starting to beat again. This little angel sitting on his lap was asking for something most children already had, not for herself, but for her mother.

“You’re a really good person, Millie.”

“If you stopped saying so many bad words you’d be one too, Tommy.”

The boys laughed yet again and they continued talking for a little while, refraining from any work-related issues for the sake of their newest addition, choosing instead to discuss sports and fighting over who’d be on cleaning duty that Sunday. Three more bills made their way to the jar during that particular discussion, one from each boy (bar Sam because he was on cooking duty, as always), and for once they allowed themselves to relax and simply be, instead of always worrying.

You got out of the kitchen with the men’s orders ready and looked at the end of the counter, planning to check on Millie before walking over to the mobsters’ table. Your brows furrowed when you didn’t find her and you immediately looked towards the girls’ table or the Lees’, finding she wasn’t there either.

“Mommy, over here!”

You followed your child’s voice and your eyes widened once you saw her sitting on the leader’s lap. The smiling leader’s lap.

You quickly made your way to their booth, placing their orders in front of them without even taking your eyes off your daughter.

“Millicent Rose! What have I told you about bothering people when they’re in their booths?”

She looked guilty for half a second but immediately perked up again, ready to defend herself.

“Not to, but Mommy, he said a bad word so I had to take the swear jar to him.”

“And why, pray tell, are you sitting in the gentleman’s lap?”

“His name’s Tommy and he said he didn’t mind and this way I can talk to Thor, Twin Nice and Twin Naughty better.”

Tommy, Thor, Twin Nice, and Twin Naughty?

“Oh, fuck me.”

Millie’s jaw dropped open. She’d never heard you swear before.

“You owe a pound, Mommy.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

You pulled a pound from your pocket and put it in, eyes widening at the amount of money in the jar.

“How in the world?”

“I didn’t have singles so I just put hundreds in. Apparently, it’s a donation to the 'Get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation.”

You set the jar down and shook your head in disbelief.

“I am never letting Harley babysit you ever again.”

She pouted and slumped down, arms crossed adorably in front of her.

“Now come on, let the gentlemen eat their lunch in peace and come get yours.”

She cuddled up to Tom more than before, burying her head in his chest and fisting his shirt, and shaking her head in protest.

“Millie, come on, let’s go. I’m so sorry for the bother sir.”

“It’s no problem, she’s welcome to say for however long she wants.”

The brunette smiled at your daughter and then at you, before the man on his right interrupted.

“Besides, she’s very entertaining. It’s nice to see someone else call Tom out on his bullshit.”

You and Millie threw the blonde matching glares while Tom just pushed the jar towards him.

“You owe a pound, Haz”

“Excuse you Tommy, my name’s Thor.”

He then turned to you with a smug smile and attitude.

“Cause I have pretty eyes like him and look very strong. Don’t you agree with your daughter… (Y/n)?”

He read your name tag and smiled charmingly while you pursed your lips, looking him up and down. You then looked at your little girl.

“You sure?”

“Well, who else has pretty blue eyes?”

“Captain America.”

She light up right away and straightened herself.

“Right! And he looks like Captain America when he was tiny! Thanks, Mommy!”

She then turned to Harrison with a gigantic smile on her face.

“You’re Tiny America now.”

The whole table -bar Haz- laughed and you had to bite your lip not to laugh too, instead linking your hands and looking at the clock.

“Come on Millie, it’s time to eat.”

“Can I eat here with Tommy, please?”

“If you eat here with Tommy I won’t be able to make sure you eat your veggies.”

The man’s heart stuttered when you used his nickname, a strange sense of happiness overcoming him.

“Tommy can check.”

“Mm… I’m not sure if he can check you ate them. He’s not used to your sneakiness.”

“What if I pinky promise to eat my veggies and eat a banana for dessert instead of ice cream?”

It was a struggle to get her to eat fruits and veggies. You usually had to settle for one or the other, so when she spontaneously decided to eat both, you jumped at the opportunity, mob be damned.

“Deal! But no annoying the boys.”

She smiled and nodded, settling comfortably on Tom’s lap, waiting for her food. You took out her plate of chicken nuggets, fries, and green beans, chocolate milkshake to wash it down.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your stomach distract you from your job but the way Tom smiled at your daughter and praised her when she ate all her veggies in a row, wanting to get it over with, made your heart ache, the longing for someone still very much present.

“Have a nice meal.”

You made eye contact with the brunette and blushed at the smile he sent you before waving goodbye at the Lees. The teenage couple had left a bit earlier so the mobsters were now your last customers of the day.

You wiped the kitchen counters and said goodbye to Lou, assuring him that you’d close up by yourself. As soon as he left, you took a deep breath and sighed, unable to stop your smile when you heard your daughter’s laugh carrying through the wall separating you from the group.

“Mommy, we’re done!”

You straightened up and schooled your features before walking over to them, taking away their plates while asking if Millie behaved and if they wanted dessert. The answer to both questions was a yes and so you came back a little while later with chocolate pudding for the twins, caramel ice cream for Harrison, a banana split for Tom, and a miniature one for Millie.

“Since you behaved so nicely you get a little sweetness with your banana.”

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly at you.

“You’re the best mommy ever! I love you!”

“Love you too, baby.”

You turned around, ready to leave, when a voice stopped you.

“Why don’t you sit down with us for a bit? I’m pretty sure that if you wipe that table down one more time you’ll remove the paint.”

You blushed but complied, sitting down next to Harrison and watching as your daughter ate her dessert quickly and quietly, wincing from time to time because of brain freezes. As soon as she was done, she reached for Tom’s right hand. He switched the hand that held the spoon, eating with his left so that Millie could play with the ring on his finger.

Unfortunately for him, he had a bit of trouble eating with his non-dominant hand while holding a child on his lap, leading to a bit of ice cream falling on his shirt.

“Ah, fu-”

You shot him a glare that made him change courses immediately.

“-dge. Fudge.”

Millie clapped and gave him a big, approving smile.

“See, Mommy? He’s making progress!”

“Indeed he is, darling.”

“Oh, this is fucking hilarious!”

The young girl gasped, mouth open comically wide and utter betrayal swimming in her eyes.

“I thought you were nice.”

Sam realized his mistake as soon as she spoke, covering his mouth with his hand as if to stop any more of the offending words from leaving it.

“You owe five pounds.”

“What? Why? I only said one swear word!”

She shook her head in disapproval, arms crossed in front of her chest, and pushed the jar towards him.

“You made me believe you were nice so your trickster-y will cost you four extra pounds.”

You shook your head, smile firmly plastered on your face as you watched Sam pull out a hundred dollar bill with a pout on his lips. It was quite endearing, really.

“So, (Y/n), tell us about you.”

You locked eyes with the brunette once again, piercing gaze seemingly looking through you.

“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell, Mr Holland. I’m not a very interesting person.”

Your voice was soft, your words calculated. You knew that these men could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“No uninteresting person could have raised such a perfect little angel.”

He smirked and Millie looked at you with a smug smile.

“See, he said I was an angel.”

Life be damned, it’s not worth living if your daughter has an ego the size of Russia. That would most definitely come back to bite you in the ass.

“Yeah, that’s cause he hasn’t had to deal with you in all your nightly glory.”

She put her tongue out and snuggled deeper into Tom’s chest.

“Well, for one, how did you find yourself working here?”

He got the conversation back on you and you felt slightly intimidated with the whole table’s eyes on little old you.

“Customers are nice, I earn enough money for us to get by, owner’s nice, the school’s at the end of the street, and Millie gets to stay with me when she’s not there.”

Even though he was focused on you, you noticed the way he held your daughter close to his chest, his bigger frame completely enveloping her smaller one. She still hadn’t let go of his hand and kept playing with the ring on his finger. Seeing how calm and caring he was being with your daughter calmed you down and the more questions you answered, the more comfortable you became.

“How can you work at a dinner and not like vanilla milkshakes?”

Sam looked horrified at that, and you just shrugged dismissively.

“I never really liked when vanilla was too present. Like, if you used it to just enhance everything else you know, make it taste better, then sure, but just vanilla isn’t really my style.”

Tom took a sharp breath in and tried to stop his mind from wandering at the possible double meaning of your words. Instead, he chose to focus on the little girl on his lap.

Until he noticed she was asleep, that is.

He smiled a little and shifted her so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. Unfortunately for him, that caught your attention.

“Oh my, is she asleep? I’m really sorry.”

“No worries, though we should probably get her to bed so she doesn’t wake up with a stiff neck.”

For the umpteenth time, you pushed down the butterflies upon hearing him say 'we’ and being so careful with your daughter.

You took the remaining dishes and went to the kitchen, putting them in the wash and turning on the machine, leaving it to run so tomorrow morning you’d be able to put everything away. You went back in to clean the booth and Tom practically shoved a hundred dollar bill in your hand, ignoring your protests.

He waited for you by the door while you finished closing up, and you extended your arms towards him when you finished.

“Thank you for everything today, but you must be getting tired, I can take her from here.”

He gently pushed your arms down.

“Let me take you home, please, I don’t like the idea of you having to carry her all on your own.”

You hesitantly nodded and he guided you to his car. It’s only then that you noticed the other three had left. You settled on the passenger side of his black Audi and he handed you Millie, closing the door softly as to not startle her. He then entered the driver’s side and started the car. You gave him directions to your apartment building and within five minutes, he parked the car right out front.

Ever the gentleman, he insisted on carrying the little girl. Knowing by now that there wasn’t much you could do to protest, you agreed and led him up the four flights of stairs to your door.

“Sorry 'bout the mess.”

“It’s no problem, darling, I quite like it.”

You turned your head for a brief second, as if asking him to elaborate while still leading him to your daughter’s room.

“The fact that it’s messy means that someone lives here, that this isn’t just some house, it’s a home. My house is always pristine but that’s because no one’s ever there to actually use it as something other than a glorified B&B.”

He laid Millie down on the bed and you pulled the covers over her. You both stood side to side for a little while, just watching her breathe.

“That sounds really lonely.”

“Yeah…”

Another minute passed by with no words coming from either of you.

“You raised an amazing daughter, (Y/n).”

“You’re a good man, Tom.”

Hearing those unfamiliar words coming out of your mouth almost brought tears to his eyes. He was always used to being called a ruthless mobster, cold-blooded killer, or many other names that all meant the same thing: monster. But you called him a good man, and the sincerity in your voice was almost overwhelming.

He cleared his throat and straightened up, making you turn towards him.

“I should probably go… You should get some rest as well.”

You nodded and walked him to the door. In a split-second decision, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, locking eyes with him afterwards.

“If you ever need an escape, or just wanna hang out somewhere different, our door’s always open.”

That made a smile take over his face and he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, darling.”

And as you watched him round the corner, only your back visible to you, you couldn’t help but feel like this wouldn’t be the last time you ever saw Tom Holland.

i have mixed feelings concerning this story but at least i have ideas for a part two (if i ever decide to make one)

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mrs-hollandstan · 5 years ago

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Oooof mob!Haz meeting a male!reader whom is (according to Haz) super hot and sweet and fun and Tom is like "mate.. you're in love..." and Haz goes to his house to find out that the reader (a mobster) has a little son from a previous marriage, he let Haz in and when the reader puts his son in his little bed, he gives Haz a little pecl on his lips sating smth like "I'm not sure I can love again, but I can try"

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It started with a business deal and Tom had never seen Harrison so lenient with a partner before. He was always very professional and hard. Tom could tell that you knew too. The look on your face was slightly fearful. And the way Harrison went on and on about you, Tom had to day something. So of course he told his best friend he was in love. And when Harrison didn't fight him, he just laughed at him.

The night Harrison took you on your first date, you assumed he should know about your son. If he was serious, he needed to know about Benji. So you brought him home. And of course Harrison took it sexual until he walked into the living room surrounded by toys. And then the little three year old came running down the hall and right into your arms, mop of brownish blonde hair atop his head. And Harrison is surprised.

"This is daddy's friend Harrison." You tell your son who lays his head against his shoulder and greets Harrison softly. Harrison smiles, greeting Ben back before your sitter leaves, allowing the three of you to sit and watch your son's favorite movie, snuggled between the both of you. There's a sense of protection over you and your son in Harrison's body, especially when the little one falls asleep, somewhat leaned into the blonde beside you with a little bit of hidden love in his eyes. You carry Ben to bed, Harrison right behind you as you tuck him in, kissing his forehead. Harrison leans against the doorframe, watching each move you make until you're closing your son's bedroom door behind him,

"Wasn't expecting to see you with a kid. But he's cute. Very-" You cut him off as you dive for his lips, holding his arms in your hands as you kiss him. You both back away after a moment, Harrison's hand rested at your hip,

"Wow."

"My... ex made things complicated. I've always promised myself that I'd never fall in love again but you... you make things different." You explain to Harrison. He nods, staring at you,

"I'd never hurt you. Or him." He reassures. You nod,

"If that's the case then I'll try for you." You tell him. He smiles, stepping forward, hand falling around yours before he leans in to kiss you again, holding the back of your neck. You smile into him, hands roaming his shoulders. You draw back,

"Now get the hell out of my house before I call the cops Osterfield." You joke. He chuckles,

"I'm telling Tom about you."

"Fine, go rub it in your friend's face. Get outta mine." You razz. He nods, holding your hand as he heads towards your front door. You smile, opening the door for him and seeing him out,

"Goodnight Y/N." He says. You smile and wave to him as he walks down the stoop,

"Goodnight Haz. See ya later."

"Yeah, hey, next time you should bring him along." He tells you gesturing up to where your son sleeps. You shrug,

"We'll see." He smiles as he backs away from you, waving as he climbs into his car and drives away, giddy to tell his best friend about the best date he's had in years.

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bigilante · 6 years ago

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allies — prologue : h.o :

warnings: cursing. word count: 1.2k

: a.n : alright, let's begin this journey! this is the first series i've ever posted so, yeah. i'm excited to share this with you lovelies, please reblog and let me know what you think of it♡

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Her heels clicked on the marble floors with each step echoing in the spacious and modestly lavish - as modest as a lavish place goes - marking her way up to her friend's office, her left arm loaded with a hefty amount of paperwork, resting it on her hip once she reached the large double door of the correct room banging her knuckles against the wooden piece, a muffled ’come in’ was chanted from the inside and she pulled the handle down and pushed the heavy door open.

“Morning, Y/L/N” a rather cheerie voice greeted her.

“Morning, Holland” she rolled her eyes, before closing the door behind her and making her way towards the young man’s desk.

“What ‘ave you got there?” He pointed at the pile of folders and binders she was clutching.

“These,” she said, holding the files with both hands and dropping them on his desk right in front of him “are the files of all the deals you didn’t conclude. To be more specific, all the people that owe you” she explained, crossing her arms under her breasts.

The brunette sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back on his leather chair “How bad is it?” He asked, running both hands over his face.

“Really. Fucking. Bad.” She enunciated, placing both her palms flat on the polished surface of the desk leaning a bit forward to look at him closer “Tom, we need to fix this. You still have good income but soon it won’t be enough. You’re kind of losing your credibility as a leader” she elaborated, a slightly stern tone on her voice.

“I know, I jus’… I don’t fucking know how to be… A bad guy, ya know?” he looked up at his best friend and right hand on this messed up life they lived.

“It’s not about being a bad guy, Thomas” she straightened up, placing a hand over the files “It’s about control. What you want, you get. I know you’re the softest man on this business but they don’t have to know that” a slight smirk tugging at her carefully painted lips at the remark.

“I’m also the cutest” he taunted, not being able to hold in his laughter he blew raspberries and scrunched up his face, holding his stomach as he laughed.

“Come on, this is serious” she tried to bite back a chuckle, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Alright, what proceeds from here then?” He questioned the girl once he had regained his composure.

“You either start getting tougher and begin threatening people” she observed the man’s expression change to a miserable one.

“Or?” He said, hopeful that she’ll bring up a better option.

“Or, you finally sign up the deal with Osterfield”

Tom brought a hand over to his chin, thinking long and hard, or at least pretending to do so. “Okay” he nodded.

“Okay, what?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s sign up with Haz” he agreed, glancing at her and by the look on her face he knew he had taken the right decision, she knew better than him when it came to what was best for the business, he trusted her blindly.

“Good. I’m going to schedule a meeting” she patted the files before turning to walk out, stopping right as she reached the door “Oh and do yourself a favour, will you?” He nodded for her to continue “Shave that thing off, you look rank”

“Fuck you” he scoffed, running his palm over his excuse of facial hair shaking his head and chuckling.

Y/N crossed the foyer to the left wing of the house where her office was situated, quickly dialling Harrison’s number and leaning back on her chair as the line rang, fidgeting with a heavy gold fountain pen with her name engraved with delicate lines.

“Yes?” A rough voice answered on the sixth ring.

“Good morning, I hope I’m not bothering you. I’m calling on behalf of Tom Holland” she paused and waited for a heads up to continue.

“Sure, what does he want?” The voice sounded groggy and annoyed.

“He’d like to schedule a meeting to go over the alliance that was proposed not long ago” there was silence again, then a low chuckle.

“Alright, tomorrow night. At mine’s”

“Fantastic, have a-” the line was cut before she could finish “Prick” she scoffed, dialling Tom’s number “Tomorrow night at his” she said as soon as the line clicked up.

“Cool. Want some breakfast?” His voice notoriously different from the other man’s on the line before him.

“Always”

“Let’s go then” and he cut the call. Y/N sighed and got up from her desk, walking out of the room to meet Tom back in the foyer “Hawksmoor?” The young man asked as he approached his friend at the bottom of the staircase.

“Why is that even a question? Of course” the girl started walking towards the front door, taking her coat from the closet and stepping outside, as she put her coat on she jumped in the man’s car.

“Was he nice on the phone?” Tom spoke once he started the car.

“I mean, he hung up on me before I could bid my goodbyes, but what else is new?” She sighed, propping her elbow on the door’s armrest, her fingers fidgeting with her coat’s button.

“He’s a bit rough, but he’s good” Tom reassured her “You’ll see tomorrow when you meet him” he grinned while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Mmh, yeah. I’ll see” she mumbled looking out of the window. She’s never met the man before, only spoke to him on the phone, it was a bit stupid that they were both Tom’s best friends and they’ve never met. She didn’t leave the house much, there was no need. The gatherings never appealed to her even though she had open invites to every single one. When he was over at Tom’s she’ll be far away locked up in her room or at her flat, the constant flood of cigarette smoke and bottles of alcohol didn’t mixed well with her, despite being Tom’s right hand there was no need for her to attend whatever party he and his partners organised, at least that was her argument against it.

“You know, with this alliance you might have to work with him too” he pointed out once they settled at a table inside the busy restaurant, coffee mugs steaming in front of them.

“I know” she nodded “But I feel like he wouldn’t want me helping him” the girl shrugged.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he runs his own shit but you are fucking amazing and he’s going to steal you from me, I can sense it” Tom commented, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I doubt that and even if it happened, I’ll never leave you” she looked him straight in the eyes.

“Oh, darling. You’re so sweet” he cooed, placing a hand on his chest and giving her a beautiful smile.

“Yeah, your dumb ass wouldn’t survive in here without me so…” She half kidded, a mischievous grin took over her pretty face.

“Bitch” the young man gasped “Yeah, fair enough” he disclosed after a few seconds of silence.

“But really, Tom. This is good for the business, I’m proud of you for taking the right decision” she praised him, leaning to place a hand on top of his and rubbing her thumb over it.

“It’s all because of you, love. I’d really be dead if it wasn’t for you” he sighed, grabbing her hand and lifting it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“To taking over London” she raised her mug of steaming coffee.

He nodded letting go of her hand and doing just the same “To taking over London” the man softly clashed the mugs together then brought it back to his lips and took a sip.

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fanficparker · 4 years ago

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A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O. // SERIES MASTERLIST

(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU!) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

Series Warning: Mentions of Death, Angst, Blood, Violence, Guns, Knives, Gambling, Smut* (Chapters with smut will be marked specifically), Jerks with a heart of gold, Swearing, Hard language

Summary: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield's almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn't know. What's remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don't belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

>> CHAPTER LIST:

One: I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy.

Two: The reward of sin is death? That's hard.

Three: The Gates of hell are open night and day.

Four: The life that you seek you shall never find.

Five: Man is not the master of destiny. *smut*

Six: They agreed violently and disagreed pleasurably.

Seven: Since life is but a dream, why toil to no avail? *smut*

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lnfours · 6 years ago

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something bad | t.h [1]

summary: your father is one of the greatest mobsters in the world, meaning you were a high value target. when your father has tom take you under his wing, you knew that things were bound to get ugly.

warnings: mob!au, swearing, fluff, some mentions of anxiety, mentions of kidnapping (if that’s the right term?)

words: 1134

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a few months later...

it was dark, so dark that you couldn’t see the front of your hand even if you tried. you tried to move, but it was no use, rope clinging to your skin as it was wounded around the wooden chair tightly. you felt your heart drop, panic settling in as you let out a scream, soon muffled by the duct tape on your mouth.

all of the sudden you were blinded by lights coming on, making you squint as you turned to the side. as soon as your eyes had adjusted, you noticed shadowy silhouettes standing by the lights. you tried moving again, the rope burning into your skin, causing you to flinch.

“well, would you look at that, boys,” the deep voice echoed throughout the empty warehouse,”we caught ourselves a y/l/n.”

a tall figured man stepped towards you, into the light. the bright beams casted upon him, letting his facial structure show. he was dressed in all black, a gun resting on his hip.

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, coming close as he kneeled down in front of you,”i’ll make it painless.”

you let out muffled sounds, jerking your body in hopes of the rope coming loose, but it was no use. the man chuckled, reaching up to take the duct tape off your mouth. he ripped it off, causing you to wince slightly.

“who the fuck are you, and what do you want?” you spat angirly, hoping to not let the panic show. he chuckled again, the sound sending chills down your spine. you were terrified, but you would dare to show it.

“you don’t remember?” he asked, a cold hearted chuckle leaving his lips right after. you stayed silent, the man taking your silence as an answer.

“well then, let’s consider this our official reunion,” he smiled, his coffee stained teeth showing,”it’s a shame that your own niece would forget about you so easily.”

you jolted awake, gasping deeply as you shot up. you quickly looked around the room, taking in the surroundings as you realized it was your bedroom. you took a deep breath, hoping to relax. you looked over at the clock on the nightstand, the red lights blinking 2:15 a.m.

you sighed, falling back onto the pillows as you ran your hands over your face. your heart was still pounding against your chest, needing a while to calm down.

after laying for a couple minutes, you kicked the covers to the end of the bed, deciding on going downstairs into the kitchen for a glass of water before trying to go back to sleep. you made your way to the door, opening it softly before closing it the same way behind you.

your bare feet padded against the cold tile in the hallway, making you wish you had slipped on a pair of socks before walking out. you heard the sound of the tv from downstairs echoing through the house when you got to the top of the stairs, the light reflecting off the walls. you took the steps one at a time, finally reaching the bottom as you made your way into the living room. you spotted a cluster of messy, chocolate brown hair on the couch, making you smile softly to yourself.

“can’t sleep?” you asked, making him pull his attention away from the movie playing in front of him, to you.

“yeah,” he said,”you?”

you sighed, taking a seat at the other end of the couch,”had a really weird nightmare.”

tom’s eyebrows rose before he grabbed the small, black remote from the armrest of the couch, pressing pause as the frame of the movie came to a halt on the wide screen in front of the both of you.

“wanna talk about it?” he asked, patting the spot next to him. you decided to take him up on his offer, scooting closer to the boy before he draped the warm blanket over you as well, turning so he could look at you properly.

“i was in this abandoned warehouse, it was dark, cold, and i was tied up tightly against a wooden chair,” you started, tom’s eyes staying on your face, listening closely to what you were telling him,”and then out of nowhere, these bright lights turned on and all of these men were standing in front of them. one of them started talking to me, asking if i remembered them and talking about how they ‘finally caught a y/l/n’ or something, then told me that he was my uncle.”

your voice cracked and tom reached out, grabbing your hand into his as you let a small tear slip down your soft cheek, wiping it away with the back of your hand,”i’m sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” he said,”i would be freaked out too, to be honest.”

“it’s just,” you shook your head,”my uncle died when i was nine, i don’t remember much about him, so what made me have a dream about him?”

tom shook his head, his voice soft and calming,”i have no idea, y/n.”

you bit down on your lower lip, more fresh tears falling from your eyes,”i just want all of this be over, tom. i can’t sleep at night, i can’t do anything without second guessing myself, and my anxiety hasn’t been this bad in years. i seriously just can’t deal with this anymore.”

he reached up to your cheeks, the soft skin of his thumb wiping away the fallen tears,”i know, and i’m sorry you even have to go through this. as long as you know you’re safe with me, no one is going to get to you as long as i’m here, okay?”

you nodded, looking over at him, his big, brown eyes meeting yours. he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in a warm, inviting hug. you breathed out, clinging onto him as you let tears roll down your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, tom.” you mumbled against his shirt. he shook his head, his hands moving to the small of your back as he stretched his legs out to the rest of the couch.

“stop apologizing, darling.”

he pulled you onto his chest, the two of you now laying down on the cream colored sofa. you rested between his legs, head resting against his chest. you could hear his heartbeat under your ear, calming down your nerves.

“hey, tom,” you said, looking up at him. he shifted, looking down at you as one of his hands played with the soft strands of your hair.

“hmm?” he hummed out.

“thank you.” you said, eyes meeting his. he nodded, sending you a soft smile as he pulled you a little closer.

“anything for you, love.”

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hollandroos · 6 years ago

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Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun | Pt.16

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9 Pt.10 Pt.11 Pt.12 Pt.13 Pt.14 Pt.15

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Summary: You’re arranged to marry Tom Holland, Londons most feared mobster, but it’s never easy. He doesn’t seem to want you and you don’t want anything to do with him.

Words: 4.5K!

Surprise! this wasn’t going to be posted for another 24 hours but I hit 9k so this is a thank you :)

WARNINGS: Violance, death, curse words.

Thank you to @cosmetologynerd that helped me out with this part :)

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“A week ago a man came to me, he said they had a plan about taking you down, getting rid of you and they wanted me to join,” Tony said the last part hesitantly, still worried about the mobster in front of him taking him out if he so much as slipped up once.

“Why didn’t you tell me this a week ago?” Tom grit his teeth. “Twenty seconds”

His heart felt as if it was going to beat out his chest with both nerves and anger and Tom felt it hard to differentiate the two negative emotions. Even the thought of you getting hurt, someone else laying their hands on you didn’t sit with him well.

“Snitches end up in fucking ditches, Thomas. You know better then anyone that narking in the mafia is a big no.”

Tom tapped his foot impatiently, hard stare burning into Tony. “Continue, what does this have to do with Y/N?”

Tony was prepared for what was about to happen. Tom was going to lose his temper, maybe storm out but he couldn’t blame him-, word spread fast and while the two didn’t get along, Tony knew what it was like to lose your loved one to a group of jealous mobsters and while he could lose his head for sharing the information, his first priority was keeping Tom sane.

Tony also didn’t like what these men were planning to do and he didn’t trust them either. Whether he liked it or not, Tom was good-, no, the best at his job.

“You owe me, Holland.” He was almost shaking. “They want to kill her to get to you.” Tom halted, foot stopping it’s tapping. “In their eyes, the best way to get to you is through her and from what I’ve seen, they’re not on the wrong track.”

That much was obvious, he knew there were people out there that wanted your head on a pedestal made him furious. In a second Tom was seeing red, his hands aching for something to grab.

“Tell me everything you know, what they looked like, any names, plans” He growled.

Tony stood his ground, not at all ready to back down.

“They’re doing it tonight, Tom, maybe even right now I don’t- I don’t know the exact details because I turned it down but they’re going to kill her-, or at least threatening her to get to you.” Tom grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, dialling your number and putting the phone to his ear. “They’ll kill anyone, do anything they have to just to get rid of you.”

When you didn’t pick up, Tom dialled again, cursing repeatedly when once again, it went straight to voicemail. He was growing impatient, every second that past was a second that he could be going after you. “Do you have a name?”

Tony gripped the roots of his hair, looking across the hall briefly to see multiple pairs of eyes on the two and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn’t answer, and Tom stuck a hand out, his fingers wrapping around Tony's neck loosely but he tightened them more by the second.

“Give me a fucking name.” He growled, fingers now beginning to cut off Tony’s oxygen supply. His men were moving closer and closer to the two mobsters now, watching for any signs that may indicate all hell was about to break out.

“N-Nick” Tom dropped him. “It’s Nick, Nick.”

Tom swore his breathing got catch in his throat, the name instantly sounded familiar. “Nick as in-,”

“Your father's old right-hand man” Tony finished. “He’s not happy, Tom. And now he’s going to your place.”

This whole time it was right under his nose, everything was practically in front of him. Tom had spent so long looking into other mobs when the whole time it was his own, his own fucking mob.

He was so close and felt almost stupid. If Nick was the one behind everything, then he was also somehow connected to your mother's murder. Tom felt sick, repulsed suddenly.

Tom cursed, suddenly finding it hard to breathe in the confined room. He needed to get out, he needed to get to you.

“Go, She needs you.” Tony urged, fingers falling to his aching neck.

“If she dies… if she so much as gets a scratch on her I swear to god” Tom shoved his phone back into his pocket and then he ran, pushing passed whoever he had to, scrambled and cursed.

Sam and Harry watched from the opposite side of the hall, eyes burning into their brother.

They’d been eyeing him down since he came in, and while everything had seemed fine at first, things must’ve taken a drastic turn. Tom wasn’t one to hold in his anger but now it looked like he was refraining himself from punching the nearest wall or landing his fist square in Tony’s face.

“What the fuck do you think they’re on about?” Sam asked his brother, taking a sip of his drink.

Harry placed his drink down, noticing Tom’s frustration when whoever he was calling, didn’t pick up once again. “God knows, honestly, looks serious”

Tom gave Tony one more harsh glare before stuffing his phone into his pocket and hastily began pushing and shoving through the crowds of people. They’d never seen their eldest brother look so terrified before and while it sent sparks of satisfaction through them-, it also worried the two.

“Should we check it out?”

Harry nodded, already heading out of the room and towards the nearest exit. “Let’s do it.”

It was like all of your instincts suddenly came back, adrenaline was finally pumping through your veins and without a second to waste you lifted your leg, stomping it down as hard as you could muster on the man’s foot and he groaned, his arms loosening for a moment and in the split second that they did, you took a deep breath, lifting your foot again to stomp down on his other foot.

You enjoyed the gasp of pain that left his lips on both occasions, but he surely didn’t.

“You little bitch… fuck!” whoever it was, was furious now, the humour that laced his voice now replaced with frustration.

For a solid moment you thought that maybe you could get away, that you could find Haz and take this man down but as soon as that thought arrived, it was gone. With one arm around you, he slammed you into the nearest wall.

Your head ached and you were sure a lump would quickly be forming where your forehead had made contact with the wall. A soft whimper escaped your lips and your fear only worsened when you felt the stranger behind you, hands roughly gripping your wrist.

“I warned you princess, looks like we’ll just have to roughen you up.” His breath was hot against your ear. “Tommy won’t like that, will he? Seeing his girl covered in her own fucking blood.”

“Go to hell” You spat, refusing to back down. With your head still aching, he ripped you off of the wall, the world was spinning beyond anything and for a moment you were unaware of where he was taking you.

“I’m counting on it.” He smirked, dragging you into Toms office. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the golf ball sized lump you’d wake up the next day but you also hoped that if somehow, this man survived the situation, he’d have two blue and purple bruises right where your foot had been.

You loved that office, it was the place you’d sit when Tom was tapping away on his computer, sometimes on his lap or on the couch that leaned against the wall. It was where he slid that ring onto your finger and even had you stomach down on the table, a fist full of hair in his hands only days ago.

But now you hated it. Three more men stood around the room, one sitting on the desk, the other standing by the door while one stood by the window. His office almost looked completely wrecked, the photo he had of his family face down on the floor and all of his files were scattered.

The man near the door stared you down and you swore he looked familiar. “Any issues?”

“Briefly. Warned you guys, she’s a fighter, but all it took was a face to face with the wall.” Then he stared down at you. “But we won’t be so nice next time, sugar.”

Each man was eyeing you like a fucking snack or something to toy with and your fear worsened when you remembered that these guys worked with the ones that you almost ran into in the bathrooms.

With your head still moving like crazy, they placed you in one of Tom’s guest chairs with ease, even getting to restrain you without so much as a kick or a hit. For the first time, you were able to look at the men and through blurred vision, you were able to realise that you knew each of them, except the one that seemed to be the boss.

“Her phones gone off three times, sir. Says it’s Tom.”

Your heart skipped a beat when the one that had handled you picked up your device, the same one you’d been searching for and looked at the screen. You jerked your arms, tried to kick your feet, suddenly feeling like a fish out of water.

The first man grinned, watching you try to get out of the restraints. “Next time he calls, we pick up. I’m sure he’d love to know who’s looking after his girl.”

“He’s going to fucking murder you” You grit, the ropes burning your wrists. “And when he does, I’ll be standing by his side.”

“You have quite the mouth on you, don’t you princess? I don’t know how Holland stands you” The man laughed, the one that’d had his hands all over you now sitting on Tom’s chair, behind his desk and you felt almost exposed in front of the men.

Harrison, on the other hand, grew worried after you spent more than five minutes away. But willed himself to remain seated and not go after you, remembering Toms words about giving you space but after ten minutes he was done waiting. He stood up, the game was forgotten as he made his way towards Toms office.

He smiled to himself on the way to Tom’s office, remembering the stories he’d told you from his and Toms teenage years, each memory was still there in great detail and he was thankful, hoping that one day he’d be able to tell others about those stories of the oh so famous mobster before he held such a title.

The two of them had been inseparable since childhood, always causing trouble around Kingston and confiding in one another. Even Nikki had struggled to keep up with the two boys.

Harrison only whipped out his gun when he heard a bang from down the hall, followed by another a few muttered words. Without hesitation, he turned off the safety and held it out in front, the way he’d been taught. Harrison wasn’t scared, not at all. He lived for this- for the thrill.

He stood on the other side, gun out and ready to be fired, his fingers tightening when he heard voices.

“You’re not going to win, you know” He heard your voice, but it sounded forced, as if you were in pain. Now he was scared, terrified even.

Harrisons first thought wasn’t to grab his phone and call Tom or SOS the others, it was to break in and save you. Because you weren’t just a friend-, but the girl that put a smile on his best mates face and even in the worst of situations, had come out with a kick and became, in a way, his family.

His heart began racing out of his chest in a way that almost didn’t seem possible and if he wasn’t now so worked up he might’ve noticed his phone vibrating in his back pocket. Three letters on the screen in bold.

Tom slammed his fists against the steering wheel as he drove, panicked now more than ever when neither of you picked up. Tom would admit it-, he was scared, he was fearful for the two of you as he applied more pressure to the accelerator, the car now going much faster than what he swore was legal. Every one of you was in danger right now, each of you had your lives on the line.

“We know the risks we’re taking and believe me when I say that I’ll be content with simply taking your pretty little life, because even when Hollands turning me black and blue, whipping out whatever torture devices he owns, I’ll know that I took the one thing he loved more than anything.” Harrison knew that voice, he swore it.

“Then why are you stalling? Why don’t you just kill me now?” Harrison willed you to stop talking, to stop winding this man up even though he knew that was what you did best.

“There’s a time and place for everything, this is the place but not the time. We’re waiting.” The ticking of the large clock that hung on Toms wall could be heard and you swore that if a pin dropped, you’d hear every bounce.

“Because we need you, you’re important.” Harrisons fingers tensed. “Do you think we should take some photos, send them to Tom and see what he thinks of your new look?”

“Fuck you.”

That’s when it happened, his phone fell out of his pocket. Harrisons phone slipped out and hit the floor with a loud thud that echoed through the whole hallway and straight into Toms office and maybe, just maybe if that hadn’t of happened, he wouldn’t have been caught. And maybe, if his phone had remained where he put it earlier, he would’ve had a chance.

Over the silence the bang made your eyes widened, if you weren’t tied to the chair you would’ve jumped straight out. It was Harrison-, it had to be. He was the only other one home.

“Harrison” You gasped before thinking, tugging on the ropes once again. They burned unlike anything else, thick, red marks staining but you continued. If you survived, you’d be fine with a couple red marks as long as you put up a fight. You weren’t going to die without kicking up a fuss first.

Each man held their guns up, one heading towards the door. Harrison would easily be outnumbered, four guns on him but he was ready- or he thought he was. With his gun held high, he stepped into the room, a fearless look on his face as he stared each of them down, taking in your appearance from the corner of his eye.

You were bleeding, that much was obvious. Crimson red falling from your hairline to your brow and he knew that Tom would have fun dealing with these ones whenever he arrived.

Harrison looked horrified and you realised that he probably hadn’t been in a situation like this before-, but neither had you for that matter. Harrison was usually backed up by Toms other men, never alone. But now he stood by himself with a single gun for defense.

“Don’t fucking touch him.” You spat, ankles aching. “Let him leave.”

Harrison kept his eyes on the four men, trying to ignore the small hiccup that left your lips. “Y/N, I suggest you be quiet now.”

The man that seemed to be running the whole show stepped behind you, one cold hand on the front of your neck making you shiver. “Listen to him, princess. He seems to know what’s happening.”

There was too much tension in the room, everyone was waiting to see who would make the first move and you only prayed that Harrison would get out of this. “Haz just turn around, leave and -,”

“Shut it” The man's hand tightened around your neck and your oxygen became scarce. “Do you ever shut up?”

Harrison knew that just leaving wasn’t an option and even if it was, he wasn’t prepared to leave you here. He’d never forgive himself and neither would Tom.

He spoke up next, ignoring the ache in his arms. “Let her go, you don’t want to do this. Tom will have mercy if you let her go now.”

The man chuckled. “You think I don’t know that you’re shitting me? I was in this business for over twenty years, kid. Standing right beside Dom, I watched Tom grow up and I know for a fact that he won’t show an ounce of mercy.”

He tightened his hand. “Drop the gun, or she dies.”

Harrison didn’t move and you began gasping, trying whatever you could to get even just an ounce of oxygen into your lungs. “She’s fading out, mate. Drop the gun.”

You looked at Harrison to see he was already looking at you, watching the way your face changed colour as more time passed. So he did the only thing he felt he could do, he dropped the gun, sliding it towards the men and you cursed to yourself.

“Boss, Tom’s calling again.”

Harrison, who was now defenceless was put onto his knees, arms up in surrender and for the first time since that man had put a filthy hand over your mouth, you cried. You cried because you were scared and unsure if either of you would get out of this situation. You cried because your wrists stung and your head was thumping, and you cried because Tom wasn’t here and you needed him more then ever.

He removed his hand from your neck and you gasped, coughing repeatedly as air flowing into your lungs. “Pick it up.”

“N-no” You struggled out between deep breaths. It hurt, everything hurt.

The ‘boss’ grabbed the phone, picking up and putting it on speaker for everyone to hear. He seemed pleased with his work, taking in your defeated state and Harrison who still had two guns to his head.

Tom was more then relieved when the phone was picked up, a sigh leaving his lips as he continued driving, he even muttered a small “baby doll, you’re okay” Followed by a deep sigh of relief that was all heard by you, a small sob leaving your lips.

“She’s just fine, Thomas. A few bruises and scratches but not too much damage yet”

Tom tensed, that familiar voice taking him all the way back to his childhood. Nick had always given him bad vibes, he’d do anything he could to avoid the man in his home, but sometimes it was impossible.

But now Nick was with you, and he had your phone. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel in a bruising grip. You were hurt and he wasn’t happy.

“What do you want, Nick?”

Nick, so that was his name. You could hear the car going in the back, indicating that Tom was clearly driving, and fast at that. You could only hope that he’d be okay. You looked at Harrison, fear and anxiety covered every inch of your features but he stayed strong, keeping a stone cold look on his face.

Nick gripped your phone so tight you swore it could’ve shattered right there in his hand. “You know what I want-, or more so wanted”

Tom decided to stall, speeding past car after car, ignoring their piercing honking. “And what’s that?”

Tom knew exactly what Nick wanted, it was what Tom had. So many people wanted it-, they craved it. But Tom had it. But now he had you, and Tom needed to stay on the line for a sign that you and Harrison were okay.

“You know what I wanted. I wanted the power, and I had it too. Until your father got sick and passed the mantle to you” Nick circled you. “I lost everything when he let me go, you know that? Why should I lose everything, and you gain everything?”

“Y/N doesn’t have anything to do with this, just let her go” He grit his teeth, seeing that his place was coming closer.

“But she has everything to do with this, Thomas. I want to see you suffer and she’s the perfect pawn.” Nick ran a finger over your gash. “I wish you could see her right now, blood running down her face and-, oh, Tom, her wrists don’t look too good, neither do those bruises around her neck. Tell Tom how you feel, princess”

The phone was placed next to your ear and you couldn’t stop the small cry that slipped your lips which only worried Tom more and you knew that, instead you wanted to reassure him. To calm him down before he flipped the car. “I’m okay, don’t listen to him”

Tom could hear the pain in your voice, he noticed the fear and the shakiness. “I’m coming, pretty girl.” His voice was gentle, compared to how it had been when he was speaking to Nick.

“This is fun, Tom. I only wish your father stayed in the business longer so I could’ve done more of this.” Nick grinned from ear to ear, picking up his gun once again. “Say, how important is Harrison?”

Pulling into the drive, Tom let his anger get the better of him, already picturing the many ways he was going to make this man pay. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Oh, are you now?” He pulled the safety off of his gun. “If you’re going to kill me, then it’s only fair that I kill one of yours, right?”

Nick aimed the gun and for a second you thought that it was going to be you. So you closed your eyes, you hoped that Tom would be happy-, that you would be reunited with your mother, but when you opened them, the gun was aimed directly at Harrison.

“No” you said, barely above a whisper, your throat burned and ached. “No!” You said, louder that time. “Don’t, p-please-.”

Tom heard every plea, every small word and he swore his heart was beating out of his chest as he jumped out of the car, the door slamming shut and he pressed his phone against his ear, making sure to listen to every small detail-, though he really didn’t want too, filled with so much fear and dread.

Harrison didn’t look at all scared, instead, he almost looked content.

“Don’t do anything, let’s talk this out.” Tom tried to reason, shaky hands trying to place the key in the keyhole. Nick wasn’t listening to Tom now, focusing too much of his attention on the gun aimed at the younger man's head.

You locked eyes with Harrisons, his sea blue ones filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Please don’t hurt him, kill me.” Tom gasped over the phone at your words, fear taking over. Your phone was sitting on the desk now, but your words were still clear. “Kill me, not him.”

Nick laughed wickedly and with the hand that wasn’t holding the gun, he grabbed your chin roughly, coming down to eye level with you.

“What will you do to save him, sugar?” He grinned.

Your lip quivered. “Anything, please don’t kill him”

The butt of two, cold guns were still pressed against Harrison's head and he’d taken to counting each heartbeat to calm himself. “Y/N, no. I promised Tom I’d look after you.”

“You’re not dying, Haz.” you shake.

“Nick!” Tom yelled from the phone. “Don’t touch either of them or there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Times up.” Nick let go of your chin and stood up, before you could do so much as scream the gun was aimed back in Harrison's direction.

Harrison closed his eyes, thinking back to the time he and Tom were fifteen, they both got sent out of class for throwing paper at other students but the two of them thought (at the time) that it was the funniest thing in the world. Childish giggles filled the hall that day, and they spent the afternoon in detention but neither minded. That was their routine.

He remembered the time he was only eight and watched gremlins with Tom and his mother wouldn’t leave the room, stating that it was a pg movie and she refused to believe that the two were old enough to survive such a rating without a parent present. She ended up falling asleep halfway through and the boys decided to draw all over her face, much to her horror.

He remembered his little sister, monty, his mother, father, Tom, You, and he smiled, meeting your eyes once more.

“Take care of him.”

Those four words would be Harrison's last, because not even a second later Nicks fingers applied just enough pressure onto the trigger, a loud bang erupted throughout the room. Followed by the thud of a body hitting the floor, and your cries.

“No!” Your voice was piercing, cutting through the silence. “Oh g-, oh my god.”

His lifeless body was mere centimetres away from your shaking one, your ears ringing to the point where even your cries sounded far away. One second he was alive, breathing and the next he wasn’t.

Harrison, the man that’d welcomed you only days into your stay, the man that’d taught you how to fight and slept beside you when Tom couldn’t was gone within the blink of an eye.

Tom heard everything, he heard the bang, he heard your screams and he heard the thud. His once quick moving feet froze, his blood ran cold. Shoving a fist into his mouth to stop from shouting, to bite back the pain that engulfed his entire being, Tom forced himself to breathe. But how could he breathe when his best friend since childhood, the one person who knew him better than you did, was gone.

His heart ached, vision blurred by unshed tears and he took another shaky breath before he clutched his gun tighter, forced himself to move his feet and walked forward, his heart shattering more with every step. He pushed the door open, but forced himself to slow down so the men wouldn't hear him coming. Tom was breaking but had to stay strong because of what was about to happen.

Harrisons blood settled around your feet, staining your socks with the crimson liquid that had clouded your thoughts ever since your mother was killed. You were feeling too many things at once. Anger, grief, anxiety and all you could do was cry over the death of your friend.

“You fuck-fucking bastard, you’re going to pay, you’re going to fucking pay” You cried, hot tears burning your cheek.

Nick dropped the gun, feeling sickly content. “Don’t you get it, princess? I just killed one of the people Tom Holland loves more than anything, I’ve won.”

“You’re going to regret this, I promise you.” You growled, the gunshot still echoing in your ears. Words couldn’t even begin to describe the grief and heartache.

But he was right, They’d already won.

Part 17!

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