lover boy (tom holland x male reader)

chapter two

Tom wakes up with a headache, he sits up in his bed and runs his hands through this bed hair. "What the hell happened last night?" he said to himself out loud. He looks around his room, hoping to find some sort of answer or clue but couldn't see anything except his clothes, dumped on the floor.

He got out of bed and headed downstairs, wearing grey joggers but no shirt. As he enters the kitchen he watched Harry making breakfast. "What happened last night?" he questioned again. "Im not surprised, you got drunk... Really drunk." Harry responses opening a cupboard and getting out a box that was shoved to the back. He opened the box and took out a small plastic box. It was paracetamol for Tom. "Here you go" He says, pooping out two white pills, handing them to Tom. Tom pops them into his mouth and swallows them down with some water.

"So what happened?", Harry laughs to himself remembering last night memories of Tom dancing on top of the tables and then spilling his drink on a waiter. "I don't think you really want to know". "All I can really remember is Me and Y/N walking down the street, then ordering food then walking into a club" Toms eyes widen when he recalls the moment he spilled his drink over the waiter. "Oh crap" He exclaims looking at Harry who is laughing on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He sits down on his couch in embarrassment. He tries to remember what exactly happened that night, he opens Instagram and opens Harrisons story. He watches as Harrison films Tom being carried home by Y/N, Harrison talking to his followers, telling them about Tom spilling his drink and dancing.

Tom turns off his phone. "Who took me home last night?" Tom shouts. "Y/N did, he left when Me and Harrison got back." "Stayed with you all night actually" he adds on. Tom smiles to that comment and opens Instagram again and searching up your name. He already followed you because the liked your work, he had to message on Instagram because be didn't have your number.

-Hey, thank you for taking care of me last night. I'm guessing it wasn't that easy, I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

He sits there for about 10 minutes waiting for a response. Toms face lights up when he sees the 'typing' symbol pop up.

-Hey Tom, It's fine. I was worried and didn't want you getting lost or getting hit by a car on your way home.

Toms smiles at the 'i was worried' part

-And no your weren't a pain, at all actually.

Tom and You text back and fourth for a few hours until he had the courage to ask you for your number, which you gave him obviously.

It was 12pm when you and Tom stopped texting, agreeing to meet at some point in he near future.
You only lived about 15 minutes away from his house, which he shared with Harry and Harrison. But your new movie meant you had interview after interview, so you didn't have much time to meet up with Tom. Sadly.

You through your phone on your bed and head towards the shower. You couldn't get Tom out of your head, your remember him being all drunk and you having to carry him everywhere. You helped him get into bed and get him changed. His body is something that will never leave your brain. You had a nice body, you have abs and a nice fave. Your hair is nice as well. (you can decide what you look like).
You had 14 million followers on Instagram, so you had a rather big fan base, something you cerished.

You got out of the shower and got changed. Your fashion style was very on point and vintage. You left your apartment and headed to the shop that was only a 2 minute walk.

You enter the little shop and headed to the freezers, You didn't cook much and normally ended up ordering takeaway or having a microwave meal for one.

As you hand them to the shopkeeper you sighed to yourself, wondering why you didn't have a girlfriend and why you still contained on these microwave meals.