Tom Holland Imagines

Priorities (1) ~ 😢

Request: Could you write real big angst with Tom, where him and the reader are arguing over Tom not prioritising the relationship and spending more time with the boys then the reader? Thank you :))
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Tom x reader
W/c: 2.0k
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After one and a half hour spend in the bathroom, you finally finished getting ready for Tom and yours date night. It was a Saturday night you had longed for so long, both you and Tom had had a lot of work to do, so you didn't have a lot of time to spend together.

You had put on your new deep blue dress that Tom got you for Valentines day, you hadn't gotten to use it yet, so this was the perfect time. Your hair was curled and sat up in a half up half down style with some gold clips. Your make-up matched perfect with the dress, as well as the gold jewlery.

Watching yourself in the body lenght mirror, you were sure Tom would be speachless.

You sat down on the bed to take on your high heels. Then giving yourself a quick glance before walking out into the living room.

When you walked out, you were met with four pairs of eyes, when you were only expecting one pair.

Why was Harry, Harrison and Tuwaine sitting on the sofas, along with Tom that was still in his sweater and joggers?

Had he forgotten?

Was it not today? No, you were sure it was today.

All the boy's eyes stared at you supriced and confused.

"Damn. What gave us the honor to look at a goddess?"

"Shut up, Tom is right there." You heard Tuwaine whisper to Harry.

You looked at Tom, and you were right as to before, he was speachless. His mouth agape, forzen in place as he looked at you.

It took him a couple of seconds before he jumped off the sofa, and made his way to you.

"Love, you look absolutely phenomenal," he said while he placed his hand on your hip, his eyes scanning you up and down. "But uhm," confusion was written all over his face. "Why?"

He really had forgotten.

"It's date night." His eyes widdened at your words.

"That was tonight?"

"Yeah." Sadness was heard in your voice.

You looked over at the boys, which had gone back to a conversation, trying to ignore the awkwardness of this.

"I'm so sorry, I have no idea how I could forget."

"It's okay, there is like half an hour till the reservation, if you are quick, we can still make it in time," you said with a smile.

"Don't you think that's a little pointless? I mean the boys are here, and I don't think we can make it in time, since I'm no way near ready. I will cancel our table, and book a new for tomorrow."

"I have spent one and a half hours getting ready, for nothing, don't you think that's pointless?" Tom could easily hear the annoyance in your voice, but decided ignore it, not wanting to make a scene, when the boys were present. So he just answered with a quick "sorry" and a kiss on the cheek.

He returned back to his place on sofa. "You can join if you would want to."

You gave him a tight smile, which was good enough for him to return back to his conversation.

You stood there frozen, looking at him laughing with the boys, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just ditches you for the boys.

You never joined them, you changed clothes, read in your book, made some mac n' cheese for everyone, saw a couple episodes of Friends, then went to bed early.