Tom Holland • Peter Parker 𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆

Soulmate; Tom

A/n: You are 21 years old, british, but you moved to LA when you were 18 to pursue your singing career..
Words in italics like this are your thoughts.
*Fluff*

It had been three years since you last saw him. The wide smile on his face warmed your heart until it melted like the sun just seared it- oh you just couldn't get enough of those dimples! And his accent was just perfection, the way he bombarded you with pet names like 'darling' and 'love' basically froze and reheated what was left of your melted heart. Those brunette locks- irresistible. His deep, brown eyes with what seemed to have flickers of gold in them completely mesmerised you; you just couldn't keep away from him much longer.

"Hi, could I get a taxi to the LAX airport for 4am tomorrow?" You said over the phone to the taxi company. Finally you had the chance to see him again.

•••

'01:30' the clock read in the London airport. Gosh it's late you thought. You walked over to the car with the number plate you recognised as the uber you ordered. As you got in, you told him the address in elation. Goodness, he's probably asleep, I didn't realise i'd be this late! I wonder what he'll think when I arrive- what if he doesn't like me anymore? What if- your thoughts were interrupted when you received a notification from instagram: 'A friend has posted on their story' You checked instagram and saw his name right at the front of the list of instagram stories: Tom Holland.

•••

You walked up to his door but stopped to take a breather. You weren't fully sure what to do or say to him, you hadn't seen him in person for a long while. Also, London seemed completely different to how you remembered it, what if Tom changed too? Although, you couldn't wait any longer. You knocked...

"Y/n?!" He practically screamed once he opened the door.

"Tom!" You immediately went in for a hug, as he did too, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, his head on your shoulder. You could hear him sobbing joyfully, tears streaming down onto your coat. But you couldn't care less, all that matters was he was in your arms.

"Come in, come in!" He rushed you in and carried your suitcase in for you. The excitement was crystal clear.

"Oh Tom, that smile," you chuckled as you wiped the tears off of his cheeks, also tearing up.

He sat down at the island, you followed, letting out a great sigh whilst sniffling from all of the crying. You hadn't seen Tom cry in years.

"Darling, I-...I just can't believe it. You're here, now! I've missed you dearly," his cute, exhausted voice said.

"I just had to come and see you as I'm on a break," you yawned.

"For how long?"

"Three weeks."

Tom's smile grew even more, "Perfect. I'm off for about two weeks after tomorrow...well today technically," seeing as it was 2.40 in the morning. "I think we should get to bed." You nodded and stood up before realising you had no idea where to sleep in this new apartment of his. "You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch."

You stopped him, "No of course not, you get your sleep in your bed. I'll take the couch, it's fine."

"Nope, y/n you're not stayin' on the couch love," he insisted.

"Well neither are you." I can't let him stay on the couch when he's already up late and has a day of work ahead of him.

He smirked. You recognised that expression, it was nothing like the innocent, smiley Tom you were used to. He had an idea, obviously a mischievous one by the looks of it. Confused, you furrowed your brows at him..Until you realised what he was thinking- No way am i sleeping in his bed beside him!