Tom Holland Imagines

Denial | Tom Holland

Imagine #11

Word Count: 1701

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I stood on my tiptoes, searching through the crowd of people who wheeled their suitcases throughout the huge airport. I huff, going back over to the uncomfortable chair for the tenth time since I arrived here. All I wanted was to see my best friend whom I haven't seen in exactly three years.

I glance down at my phone, anxious to find a message or even miss call from him, but I'm met with the usual few notifications from my social media apps. Frowning, I place my phone back into my pocket and look around, thinking maybe that I might've over looked him in the crowd.

Finally glance over to the right were the baggage claim area was, my eyes meet with the familiar pair that belonged to my best friend. Shooting up out of the chair, I run as fast as my legs can take me, ending up in his surprisingly buff arms. Neither of us don't say a word as we just stand in the middle of the airport reuniting our friendship. He sets me back down on the ground, a grin placed on his lips.

"God, three years is too long for me." He speaks up, still holding me close to him.

"Agreed." I nod while grabbing a hold on to one of his suitcases. "Lets get you out of here, shall we? I bet you're tired and ready for some actual food that's better than those airplane meals."

A low chuckles comes from his lips. "I would be lying if I said that I haven't been missing your cooking."

Our hands intertwine as we make our way out of the airport. Getting over to the parking garage and finding my car within a few minutes, we lug his bags in the trunk before climbing in my small vehicle.

"I see you finally got your dream car. You can literally only fit like three people in here, Y/N." He teases, glancing around the car.

Pulling my car out of the parking spot, I playfully roll my eyes are his comment. "Do you have a problem with my choice of transportation, Thomas?"

"Yes, and don't call me that." He whines like a little child.

"I'll call you whatever I want and you'll appreciate the names I choose very much." I send him a wink then quickly turn my attention back on to the road.

The rest of the ride is full of us singing obnoxiously to the radio, Tom sticking his head out the window to sing to some of the people strolling by. Soon, all horrible high notes and rude glares from the business folks ends once we arrive at my two bedroom apartment. After struggling through the door with Tom's bags, I shut and lock the door behind us, a sigh leaving from my lips.

"And welcome to my lonely mini apartment!" I exclaim with a broad grin . "The first bedroom on the right is all yours, so make yourself at home and I'll get dinner started."

He nods, hoisting all four of his luggages into the room and closing the door softy behind him. While I'm at it, I pull my shoes off then head into the kitchen to cook up a quick spaghetti and meatballs dinner. I hum quietly to the music playing from my Bluetooth speaker as I gather the ingredients from the meal.

"All I needed was the love you gave," I sing along to the slow song.

"You should really sing more often because you have an absolutely amazing voice." Tom's voice scares me, his arms snaking around me from behind.