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"It seems to be working, whatever your plan was" Jake walked over leisurely, his limp prominently showing from the bullet wound in which you had inflicted earlier that evening. Harry turned his head to the screen, his chin lounged on the tips of his fingers as his eyes trailed down to your figures.

"Indeed it is." Tom had his back facing the camera, fists being thrown past his head and propelling back down to what was in his hands, looking to be you. From what Harry could see he was beating you to a pulp, not exactly what he had asked for but he was inflicting pain and that's all Harry wanted. However, he was completely unaware of the game that had just begun, and most importantly, he was so unaware of how far he was behind.

"Okay now drop me" you mumbled, lips slightly ajar and mouth pulsating from the accidental hits when Tom's hand would come too close. Tom nodded in response and dropped your body down to the floor. You whimpered in pain, making Tom's heart jump lightly but you gave a look of reassurance.

Your plan was to make it seem as though Tom had done what Harry had asked after you had explained what Harry had told you about you being the cause of Tom's final breath. So, you had conjectured to consoling into his plans until the moment was right, and you would get out of here alive. Which in retrospect, was a huge risk and personally very stupid as you still were unaware as to why the fuck you were in the position, period.

The chamber door opened and qued in your time to relax, slowing down your heartbeat with long and deep breaths to imitate that you had been knocked out. You lay your cheek against the cold concrete flooring as you heard a faint struggle in front of you, without opening your eyes. You presumed Tom was being removed from the room before a pair of unknown hands picked you up and soon you were being carried someplace back down the hallway yet again. It had been nothing but in and out of rooms lately and you were honestly getting sick of it. Harry sure was a confusing guy.

The sound of your own jagged heartbeat kept your comfort at bay as the steps echoed around the tight hallways. There wasn't a moment that had passed yet where you had been able to completely relax, and for some reason being in this mans arms your body untensed, your blood flow slowing down and eventually settling under your skin. Your hair was messy, and would occasionally hit your back sending shivers down your spine from the fine hairs bringing out the goosebumps. Overall you were moderately overwhelmed, having someone you had trusted go a few rounds on your cheeks.

Your mind began to settle, everything running in slow motions as steps began to repeat themselves, memories and moments flashing backwards, hands running cold from the blood flowing in it's reversed order. You somewhat suddenly became truly knocked out of your senses, thinking back to when everything seemed simple...

Your delicate fingers traced over the golden sun-kissed plastic rainbow unicorn night light that sat on your window sill, watching the rain pass by through the clouds in a milk haze. The trees in the background cast shadows and the only pain was the numbing in your feet from standing on the hardwood floor or the chill that spiked at your skin from the open window. The only noise that came was the occasional knock or click from your mother cooking downstairs, or your father flicking his paper. Apart from that, you were completely alone in your thoughts.

You would often think about love: what it would be like to get married someday. Maybe even have one or two kids, regardless of the gender. You ran your hand across your stomach, feeling the smoothness of your skin and how it was so untouched and delicate.

Back then you were so vulnerable, so unaware of how things were to change in the near future, and how love itself seemed often so distant.

A loud crack and snap jolted your mind awake, remembering to keep your eyes closed despite your body jumping slightly. A low grunt came from the man carrying you, pushing open what sounded like a steel door and carrying you into a dark room, the muffled flush darkening behind your lids. A sharp chill was quick to bite down on your skin, like a rabid dog at its bone making you clench your teeth together lightly. You wanted to shake so desperately, but you had to remain still.

Your legs defocused outright as you were placed down onto what felt like a stretcher but soon came to be known as a small bed, maybe a single child's. Everything was quiet for a few moments, and your heart started pounding. You wanted to look around, see where you were and what was happening, but yet again you knew you couldn't. A quiet hiss bounced off of the walls, what sounded something like a pipe breaking, or a chamber being opened. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good.

Footsteps edged closer to your figure, still lying completely vulnerable. You could feel the vivid stature surrounding your figure and the eyes of the man scanning your body. You could feel everything, especially when a sharp pinch reached your skin.

Your eyes shot open and your body upright, hand swinging around to grab the metallic ridicule, gripping the chamber tightly in your palm and feeling the glass tighten in your grip. You were waiting for the man to move, say something, hit you. Yet nothing. And you remained the same. Looking down, you recognised the hand that was tucked beneath your own, not the obligated skin, but more in fact what was tattooed just below the thumb. A small red heart with a black spot in the middle.

You looked up seeing a pair of two familiar pupils. Too familiar.

"H-Harley?" You stuttered slightly breathless to the boy your age looking back at you. He looked back at you with a clenched jaw and unreadable brows, hands dropping the jab and edging backwards.

Harley was an old high school friend, someone you had known throughout some of your darkest times. You'd somewhat gone from high school sweethearts to just contacts in each other's phones until eventually, you drifted apart completely. And that hole was still healing in your heart.

"W-What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he said gently, "Y/N how the fuck did you get tangled up in this, of all people!"

There was that familiar tone. Protective non the less, always stern and laced with some anger. But, he was always the one who said he did it to protect you, and he kept his word.

"Honestly, I'm still trying to figure that one out... But your working for Harry now? What happened to Glen's?"

"They shut down three months after I started working there and I didn't have enough work experience to go anywhere else. Harry saw my name in the paper after my football scholarship became a hit and recruited me here"

"You turned down a scholarship for this bullshit?! Harley, you've been dreaming of that since we were kids!" It was true, ever since the first day you met he'd never shut up about the big dream. And now he'd finally made it, you couldn't believe he'd turned it down.

"Yeah well had I known I'd see you again here, I wouldn't have thought twice about it" he sighed, looking up at you. Your heart melted in your chest. Despite both your positions, he was still a friend, and you couldn't help but beckon him in and receive one of his hugs. You'd missed him, a lot, despite him not supporting your paths in life. You couldn't blame him, you hadn't exactly been successful.

"Fuck what happened to us?" you snivelled, feeling tears pricking at the lids of your eyes. You'd do anything right now to go back and just be kids again, as adulthood was becoming a lot harder than it had ever seemed. Had your teachers taught you how to get out of a situation as such and not some algebra bullshit, you may have been okay right now.

"That's one of my queries I'm still trying to figure out" he gave a weak smile, pulling out of the hug.

"Wait," you looked up to him, "if you're working for Harry, doesn't that mean you can get me out of here?" you leaned forward slightly, heart beginning to pound in your chest. Harley gave you that look, the look in which he had given you all those years ago when you had mentioned you dreamed of becoming successful and hopefully famous some day. The look that warned you not to get your hopes up. It was a shit feeling to receive such a glance, but with a little convincing you hoped you could turn it the other way around.

"Y/N as much as I love you, I don't have anywhere else to go and if I lose this job I have nothing" he sighed, swallowing down the lump in his throat. He wanted to help, he really did, but apart from those stone walls, he had no other place to go.

"You have me and Tom, that must count for something right?" You stood up from the table, bare feet hitting the cold flooring.

"Tom? Who's Tom?"

You took a deep breath. Harley never was good with change, especially when it was with you and relationships. You went through men like they were going out of fashion, and it annoyed Harley every time you would get your heart broken.

"He's kind of like my rock right now, you have to understand that. I'm working for him like you are Harry and we need to get him out of here before sibling rivalry turns into a blood bath" You bit the insides of your cheeks, hoping that his answer would be something beneficial. "Please, Harley. If either of us stays in here, one of us is going to die. And if I know Harry well enough he'll do anything to hurt Tom"

"So what your saying is..."

"It'll most likely be me he goes for first" you took a deep breath, those words stinging your throat a lot harsher than they did your mind. Harley blinked harshly before shifting on his feet.

"I'm not promising you anything, okay? I'll do my best but it could take a while," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "plus, you fucking owe me if this pulls through"

"You betcha," you said slowly, nodding "but then again, don't I always?"

Your warm hands lapped Tom's skin as they travelled further down into dangerous boundaries, his lips curling into a smirk as he caught a glimpse of the shimmer in your eyes. The pleasure had been overwhelming all evening, from the light teasing when you would bend over in your short shorts, or stretch in your crop tops revealing all but too much.

Your lips were soft and heavenly, whisking Tom away in an abyss of lust and desire. The small hums and moans you released like toxins sent Tom's hormones through the roof, feeling like a giddy, horny teenager all over again. He wanted to feel all of you that night, he wanted all of it and nothing less. And needless to say, he got what he asked for, and more.

Tom's mind didn't even reflect on the events of that night, no further than the beginning. There was nothing more than the light kiss and gentle touch, as he preferred remembering the beginning and the aftermath where you would be tucked chest to chest in each other's arms. He saw you no longer lustfully, but more as a friend. Something more than just a fuck buddy and it stung to think that those feelings could never progress from the situation he had stuck you in.

You were both a little fucked up, needy regardless. But you both needed each other.

At least, Tom knew he needed you.

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Aaaaaaaaaaand another shitty chapterrrr! So, in my bio I do now have an upload schedule which I can voluntary guarantee, I will not follow. 🤦🏼‍♀️ However, it's there so please don't have a stroke when I don't upload on my day, I am a busy person! 🥴 Also, a quick note - I have recently made a new Tom Holland Imagines book WITH PROMPTS so please, in your spare time do go check it out! 😘 Love ya'll and also, tysm for the amazing support on this book! It means the world! Every comment and vote makes me smile, so again, thank you! 💞😭❤️☀️💫