tom holland // peter parker imagines.

new years // th

As you sat at your old childhood desk, tapping your pen against the chipped wood, you tried to come up with a conclusion for a paper that was due three weeks from now. You could call yourself an overachiever, but you always said it was just you being efficient. You groaned, rolling your eyes at the last page in your document on the computer.

When you were just about to give up on your paper, you heard a knock on the door.

"Darling? Are you ready? The guests will be here soon," Your mother chimed from the other side of your door. You rolled your eyes once more.

"Mum, no one I like will be there! Why do I have to get ready?" You whined.

"You don't like Tom anymore?" Your expression completely changed.

Tom and you had been best friends for as long as you could remember. But, like most friendships are, it was torn apart by university and job offers. You tried to stay in touch, but, eventually, the two of you stopped talking completely. You hadn't seen Tom or talked to him in three years.

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, not looking behind you at the door. You heard a small giggle come from your mother.

"You better get ready! He'll be here in fifteen minutes," You heard her footsteps trail away from your door as you sprung up from your chair. Brushing your messy hair with your fingers, you made your way to your suitcase and messily flung everything onto your bed. You decided on black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt.

*******

After changing and brushing your hair vigorously, you heard your doorbell chime throughout the house. Without putting shoes on, you ran to the door, almost slipping on your socks. You checked your breath and combed through your hair once more before opening the door. Your smile dropped when you saw that it wasn't Tom. You put on an artificial smile for the guest, and the ones after that. Maybe Tom wasn't coming.

*****

After giving up on waiting for Tom, you found your way to the couch in the front room, crossing one leg over the other and burying yourself in your phone. Your thumb hovered over the "call" button in Tom's contact. In that moment, you would give anything just to talk to him for a minute. Just to see him, to touch him. You heard someone sit on the leather couch a couple seats away from you, but you didn't look up. You decided to call him.

You put the phone up to your ear and began to chew on your nails. The person sitting next you you had their phone in their lap, and it started to ring. They looked at the screen for a bit, but you couldn't see their face because of the hair in your face. They finally put it up to their ear. Your heart stopped when the ringing stopped on your end.

"Hello?" There was an echo. You were hesitant to turn your head.

"Helloooo?" He chuckled. You still didn't have the guts to turn your head. You just couldn't believe that he was sitting right next to you.

"Are you going to answer me? Look at me, at least, you buggar!" A large smile grew on your face.

"You're an asshole," You giggled into the phone. You hung up to phone and threw yourself onto him.

"Y/N!" He laughed, hugging you back.

*****

As the night went on, the sky got darker and more stars appeared outside the windows. Everyone chatting was all blocked out by Tom's voice. All you could do was listen to him tell you all about his life. You knew he was just cast a role as Spider-Man, something you or him never thought would be possible. You remembered reading comics and going to see Avengers movies as kids.

The ball was going to drop soon. Everyone was crowded and focused on the TV. Except for you and Tom. All you could do was watch him and listen to him. You were mesmerized.

"So, Y/N," He began, clearing his throat. You smiled and nodded, telling him to continue.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you...for a really long time now," You could tell that he was struggling to look you in the eyes.

10....9...

"I've just- been thinking,"

8...

"You know, we've known each other for so long, and...I think...I think I kind of like you,"

7....6...

"It's okay if you don't like me back,"

5....4...

"I think that just...I think we'd be a great couple, obviously, because we've known each other for so long. And I know, it'll be hard with shooting the movie and all that, but I believe we can make it work,"

3...2...

"So, what do you say?"

1...

"I say just shut up and kiss me,"

"What?" He looked genuinely shocked.

"Happy New Year!"

As confetti flung around the room, and sparklers ignited, you quickly leaned in and kissed him passionately. It felt like everything was in slow motion. Everything had slowed for just a moment, giving you all the time in the world to experience the greatest thing you've ever felt. Love.

Nothing could stop you from loving him. Not even distance. Not even his busy schedule. Not now. And not any longer. Now you were his. And he was yours.