Tom Holland Imagines

Golf (3) ~ 😊

Tom x reader
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The time is 3.45 and you will be late. You drive there, hoping he isn't just waiting. You sing to the radio most of the ride, and after a little while you arrive, the time is now 4.10. You hate yourself for being late. You find your phone and text Tom that you have arrived, and you ask him where he is. He says he's waiting infront of the rental place.

"Y/n hi!" He says walking toward eachother, as he sees you. Just his excited voice makes you happy.

"Hi, sorry I was late, my brother took my phone."

"It's fine, I know how it is, I have brothers too." You smile, as you now have reached eachother, and are standing in front of one another. There is an awkward silence. What would you really say?

"Hope it's not weird, you know." Tom speaks up, a little nervous.

"Oh it is weird," you can see his confusion, disappointment and sadness by your words, "but it's fine."

"Good, well, hi." He goes in for a hug, so you do as well. It isn't like a "flirty" or "couple" hug, where the girl's arms are around the his shoulders, and the boy's arms around her waist. No it is a "friendly" hug, arms around eachothers backs. It is a nice hug tho. Tom is an amazing hugger. His strong arms. You could only imagine how a "flirty"/"couple" hug would feel like. How his strong arms would be wrapped around your waist, hugging you tight.

"Hi." You say after you both pull away from the hug, looking in eachothers eyes. Looking into those deep chocolate brown eyes, that you could stare in forever, and not care about loosing time. His eyes flicking between your eyes and lips, slowly he leans in.

"We should go play." You ssy a little too fast, and he pulls away. You want to kiss him, but you're nervous. You know it's going to be awkward, maybe not a lot, but a little. You like the idea of kissing him, feeling his lips on yours again, but kissing a celebrity, that makes you nervous. It shouldn't matter, but it does.

"Yeah..." You feel bad. He obviously feel embaraced, and it's easy to see, he's mumbling, looking down, and scratching the back of his neck.

There is a moment of awkward silence, so you signalice with your head to get the golf clubs, so you get yours, and Tom gets his, and you walk together to the first hole. The holes aren't that far away from eachother and each hole isn't as long a distance as normal golf courts.

Personally you like minigolf better, firstly because you are not to bad, but ok, secondly, it is more relaxing and down to earth, and it is just easier to make conversations, but now you are playing golf. Tho your plan is to make Tom agree to play minigolf after some time.

"So tell me, why are you so bad a golf, but you have such a golf outfit?" You shrug at Tom's question, is that really the forst question he has? Why are you so bad at golf?

"First of all, I'm not that bad. And-" You stop mid sentence when you see Tom giving you the 'you sure?' look. "Ok I am pretty bad. But whatever-"

"Yeah you are really bad." Tom says again interrupting you.

"Will you let me continue?"

"Yeah sorry."

"So as I was saying." You say, but stop as you don't remember anymore. "What were I talking about?" Tom just laughs at you.