Tom Holland Imagines

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Tom x reader
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It had been a really long day. Work had been terrible, you had way more to do, and you had at least stayed two hours over your shift. All you wanted to do now, was take a cold shower and cuddle up with your loving boyfriend.

A month ago that would have been impossible, but not anymore, a few hours left and Tom would be back from filming. In a few hours he would finally be back home, and you would have all the time to cuddle him.

You got out of your shower, dried off, and went into your boyfriends closet to find one of his many hoodies.

You laid eyes on a hoodie you didn't regonice. It was stribed with a combination of yellow, blue and grey. It looked nice, and the inside was very  soft, it felt like you were getting hugged by millions of small teddy bears. You had seen Tom's hoodie collection plenty of times, but this one was new.

You found Harry sitting on the couch, hair also wet from a shower, he was scrolling trough Netflix to find something to watch. Watching a movie would make time go quickly, meaning Tom would be coming home before you knew it, so you decided to join Harry on the couch.

"Let me find something." You said, sitting down next to him, and took the controler from his hand. "There."

"Again?" Harry asked when he saw what you had picked.

"Hey! You can never go wrong with a few episodes of The Office." You defended yourself.

Two episodes in you started to freeze, and so did Harry. He quickly saw that a window was wide open, so he got up to close it. As he sat back down, he handed you a blanket, and you tightly wrapped it around yourself.

Harry was still freezing, and you realized that after a few minutes. "Here." You opened the blanket, moved a bit closer to Harry, and gave him half of your blanket.

"I can just get one myself."

"No it's okay, this is an important part, you have to see it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, there is no problem in sharing, and the body heat will also help." He  accepted it, and you kept watching.

As the episodes went by, you became more and more tired, you had almost forgotten Tom would be back from filming in just a few hours. What you didn't know was that Tom was standing right behind you. He got home early, he didn't tell you, cuz he wanted it to be a  suprice.

He had silently made his way towards the living room, it was dark, no lights were on, only the TV lighting up the room.

He could see the silhouetes of two people sitting on the couch. He knew that only you and Harry were home  but the two silhouetes looked like they were cuddling. It couldn't be you and Harry, why would the two of you cuddle? Tom wished on everything that it was Harrison and Grace.

"Hey, Harry?" That was your voice. It wasn't Harrison and Grace, it was you and Harry. You had lifted your head from Harry's shoudler to look at him.

Tom couldn't believe it, you were cuddling with his brother. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, he knew it was probably nothing, and that he was overreacting, but he couldn't help. You were his and only his. Only he could cuddle you, only he could touch you.

"How long untill Tom gets home?" Tom could see Harry reaching for his phone before answering.

"About two hour."

"Ok." You layed your head back down on Harry's shoulder. His arm was resting on top of the couch behind your shoulders.

"He's home." Tom turned on the lights as he spoke, you and Harry turned around, both sith supriced faces. "Now tell me, what the fuck was that?" He motioned to the two of you. He was definitely overreacting.

"Tom." You said supriced, as you got up from the couch, and then Tom got a clear view of your and Harry's hair, both wet. He saw the few things and made assumptions before knowing the whole truth.

"I think I'm just gonna leave."

"Why? You just came home."

"Just go back to whatever that was."

"What?"

"Something is obviously going on here, and I don't want to see another second of it."

"Nothing is going on baby." You took a step closer to Tom.

"Don't fucking call me that. And if nothing's going then explain what that was"

"Mate, we are just watching netflix together." Harry said, as he also got up from the couch, the TV still running in the back.

"Shut up Harry, I don't want to hear a single word from you."

"Babe, we really just are watching a movie. I think you're just tired."

"Bullshit, watching a movie? My ass." Tom said annoyed moving closer in rage. "'Just watching a movie'," he said while making the quote signs. "Do you really want me to believe that? You were together, cuddled up."

"It was cold, and we weren't 'cuddled up', we were just sitting next to each other." You said also using quote signs, annoying Tom even more.

You carefully took another step closer to Tom, standing only a few feets away. You looked him deep in the eyes, you knew Tom well, and you knew his emotions, and it was clear his was hurt.

"Babe, we were just sitting and watching a movie." You put your hands out, lightly touching his cheek.

"Don't fucking touch me." He trew your hand away just as it landed on his cheek.

"Babe-"

"Just tell the fucking truth, you two fucked didn't you."

"What? No-"

"Both your hairs are wet, for gods sake you're even wearing his hoodie, just fucking say it."

His words hurt you, so much. Why would he ever think you would cheat on him. Did he not trust you?

"Tom whatever you think, nothing happened, we are telling the truth. What is wrong with you, why would you ever think that." Harry exclaimed.

"I told you to shut the fuck up."

"Tom this is your hoodie not Harry's."

"I don't have a stribed hoodie."

"I found this in your closet."

"I actually think Tom is right, that is my hoodie." Harry put in.

"Then why was it in Tom's closet?"

"He used it a couple of days ago."

"How could I know? You two share so much clothes, I can't keep up with what clothes belongs to whom." Harry let out a slight cuckle at your frustration.

"So nothing was happening?" Tom asked more calmly.

"No." You and Harry said in unision.

"Thank god, I'm so sorry." Tom tried to hug you, but you moved back. "Wha-?"

"You thought I cheated on you. With your brother!" You were mad at him for ever thinking of you like that. You knew you couldn't be mad for long, but you were still hurt, and needed to get it out.

"I'm sorry-"

"Why would you ever think I would cheat on you?"

"Ok, I'm leaving now." Harry said and got up, leaving the two of you alone.

"You need to see this from my point of wiew."

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