𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝)

You lay next to Tom.

He looking into your eyes, you looking into his.

Tom lifts his hand up and strokes a strand of hair away from your face.

"you're my favourite" Tom whispers.

"what?" you ask him. you heard what he said, but you loved hear him saying things like that to you.

"You're my favourite. You're my favourite pair of eyes to stare in to. My favourite notification I get on my phone. My favourite voice to listen to every day. My favourite laugh to hear when you're happy. My favourite way to spend my days. y/n, you're my favourite everything." Tom finishes with a whisper.

you take a moment to absorb what Tom had just said to you.

He was your favourite everything too, but you weren't as good with words than he was.

Instead of speaking,  you took toms hand and placed it on his chest.

"this is my favourite heart beat to hear" you say to him, making him smile.

"that is my favourite smile to see"

you lean in to kiss tom.

Your lips stay connected for a few seconds.

When you pull back, you keep your hands on Toms face.

"those lips are my favourite lips to kiss." you tell him.

When you lay your head on toms chest, you listen to his heart beating because it really was your favourite heart beat. it was like a strange kind of music to your ears.

"you're my favourite" you both say to each other.