Tom Holland Imagines: Volume 2

Learning French

A/N: Okay so this week we're taking a break from the requests just because I had an idea and I thought it was cute!!! Enjoy.

I had decided to learn French as my new year's resolution. My mother spoke it fluently and I thought it would be nice to expand my mind rather than ridicule my body at the start of the year. 

I was no beginner at French. I'd taken two years in secondary, so I had a decent vocabulary, but there are always things to improve. And I took advantage of that by learning one phrase a day.

Tom agreed to keep me accountable for my agreement with myself, so every day he'd ask what I'd chosen to learn and what it meant. And as my roommate and best friend, he kept an annoyingly close watch on me to make sure I was doing my work.

At first, I would tell him genuine things like "la porte est restée ouverte" meant "the door was left open" or "j'ai envie de manger chinois" meant "I want Chinese food." But eventually, when it became apparent that Tom had no idea what I was talking about, I decided to get a bit more adventurous.

You see, I'd been in love with Thomas Holland since we were in diapers together. And there was no way I was going to tell him, of course, because things like that ruin relationships. And I wasn't about to lose my best friend. So I started confessing to him in French every day, telling him it meant something entirely different than it did.

"What did you learn today, Y/N?"

"Tu as le genre de cheveux qui me donne envie d'y mettre mes doigts...it means today I need to paint my fingernails." (It meant "you have the kind of hair that makes me want to put my fingers in it.")

"How about today?"

"Tes yeux sont parfois dorés par le soleil et c'est magnifique...it means these pancakes are perfectly delicious!!" (It meant "your eyes are sometimes golden in the sun and it's beautiful.")

My little confessions always gave me this strange sense of satisfaction...like I was being honest without the repercussions. I was telling Tom the truth and he had no idea. What a sexy little secret.

Today, when I came out of my bedroom, Tom was waiting for me at the counter, nursing a cup of tea. There was something a little bit different about the way he was looking at me...he was almost amused. I checked my hair in the oven door before coming to warily pour myself a cup of tea.

"So what's the sentence for today?" Tom asked, waggling his eyebrows. I gave him a look.

"Uh...Je pense que tes lèvres seraient les plus douces à embrasser...It means I think you make the best cup of tea," I responded. ("I think your lips would be the sweetest to kiss")

"Oh, really?" Tom looked at me with an even weirder face and I looked back...equally as confused. "Because je pense à t'embrasser presque tous les jours. On devrait essayer un jour." ("I think about kissing you almost every day. We should try it sometime.")

My jaw fairly dropped to the ground and I blushed the darkest shade of pink known to man.

"You...what???" I must've opened and closed my mouth at least a dozen times.

"You don't think I look these things up when you tell them to me? C'mon, Y/N/N. I had to make sure you weren't just making up gibberish to get out of your resolution! But let's just say this got entertaining really quickly." 

My entire stomach burned with embarrassment. He'd known everything I'd been saying all along??

"Oh my god, that's mortifying!" I laughed at myself.

"You're kind of missing the point, Y/N."

"What's that?"

"I just told you I think you'd be pretty great to kiss too."