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55. Tom Holland | Water (I)

By : dlwritings | Tumblr 

pairing - college!Tom x reader
word count - 1,857
warnings - a lot of drunk fluff if you want to call that a warning

summary - Everybody does stupid things when they're drunk. You just happen to call your crush and invite him to your apartment. Not to mention it was indirectly because of him that you were intoxicated. And pantless.

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College was a blast. You were three years into an English education program and were loving life. Finally off campus, you moved into an apartment with your best friend (Y/F/N). It was definitely a steal: two bedrooms, a fireplace, and (as you were on the third floor) a balcony, all for around $850 a month ($425 split between the two of you) with all utilities included. Cheaper than living on campus had been both years prior, you were extremely pleased. Plus, there weren't nearly as many rules as if you were living on campus. You could have candles, there were no "quiet hours", and it would be so much easier to sneak alcohol into your place.

You had a housewarming party as soon as all you were moved in. You and (Y/F/N) lived in the same dorm the year before and had made a ton of friends, including Tom, the boy you had developed an outrageous crush on. Tom was a year ahead of you and was the most perfect human you had ever met. You were pretty positive he didn't return the feelings you had for him, which was fine. Or, at least, you told yourself that it was fine so that you didn't cry yourself to sleep every night. If you could only have him in your life as a friend, you would take that over nothing. He came to the housewarming party with all of your friends, drinking and socializing with the people he knew, and the ones he didn't. Despite your attempts to mingle with everyone, you found yourself gazing in his direction embarrassingly often. (Y/F/N) had to nudge you back to reality multiple times. After going an entire summer without seeing Tom, you were just so happy to be in the same place as him again.

About a week into school and the happiness had faded. While scrolling through Instagram, you saw Tom posted a story of him getting coffee with a girl. A beautiful girl. You had seen her on campus before and everyone's eyes were always drawn towards her. And maybe they were just friends, but maybe they were more. Regardless, you were upset because she wasn't you.

Naturally, like any 21-year-old would, you drank your sorrows away. Your roommate was pulling an all-nighter at a friend's house due to a group project she was already assigned to be working on. So you had the whole apartment to yourself to drink and sulk like a loser. It was around 10:30 and you were wearing nothing but a slightly oversized t-shirt and some undies. Your hair was in an unruly bun on your head and you were carrying around a bottle of vodka like a microphone, dancing around the room to third album Taylor Swift.

Now, it's important to note that there was a reason you rarely drank alone. Whenever you got drunk, you had a nasty habit of reaching for your phone to text Tom: a habit (Y/F/N) could usually prevent by hiding your phone in a drawer or under a pillow. Without her supervision, you were free to do whatever the hell you wanted.

And of course, you wanted to call Tom.

It's also important to note that you had never once before called Tom. You never had a reason to. You texted frequently but never once did you press the little phone icon that would allow you to hear his voice through your device. There was a first time for everything.

Tom's phone rang a few times and you continued to dance around to the music (The Story of Us) which was blasting at an ungodly volume from your laptop. When the ringing stopped, Tom picked up and (rather hesitantly) said, "Hello?"

"Tom!" you cheered, raising the bottle of vodka in the air. "You picked up! Hey!" You extended the word out longer than necessary, and Tom finally stopped you.