Tom Holland Imagine

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I had been friends with the one and only Tom Holland since birth.
Ever since his career took off, and we started living together... he's become a jerk.

Tonight we were arguing, again.

"Tom just listen to me!"

"You're not my mum Julia!" He shouted.

That stung.

"Tom just listen! We share this apartment! You can't just have parties while I'm gone!"

"I pay for half of it! I can do what I want! He shouted.

"Get out." I started.

"What?" He asked in a small voice.

Damnit. He looked cute when he did that. But I can't think like that now. I'm mad.

"Get out! Get out get out! I want you gone Tom! Take your belongings and go!" I shouted with rage.

Tom gave a stern look and marched towards me.

I started backing up, unsure of what he would do.

Once he was close enough, he bent down and grabbed me by my legs.

"What are you doing! Let me down!" I shouted.

With me in his arms he looked at me and smiled.

"You told me to take what belongs to me. And you, Julia, belong to me." He said with the biggest smile in his face.

Damnit. He still looked cute.

Then I punched him in the nose and threw him out the window. The end.

Just kidding. I kid, I kid.
But I might start writing imagines and shit in here. Ok? Ok.

Merry Christmas! (Or whatever you celebrate) Tell me what you got in the comments!🤗

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