Tom Holland Imagines

Obedient Servant (T.H.)

1st Person POV

"HARRY HOLLAND, HARRY HOLLAND," I yell into the Holland house as I enter through the front door.

"How the hell did you get in here?" An all too familiar voice says to me. Thomas Holland, and he's eating a cupcake, on his couch in the living room.

I held up a key in my right hand and smirk at him. "I've gotta key, remember?"

Tom nods his head, taking another bite of the cupcake, getting red frosting all over the top of his lip. "Okay, okay, carry on then."

Footsteps patter down the stair, well two pairs of footsteps. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, come quick, I just a great idea from the short film and Sam totally agrees with it." Harry said, out of breath. Sam nods his head behind with a huge smile on his face like his twin's.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I laugh, shoving the keys into my backpack pocket. "I was just getting interrogated for walking into your house by Spider-Man."

Harry glares over at Tom, and he just shrugs his shoulders like he didn't do anything wrong. "Tom . . . my best friend," Harry growls at his brother. He runs back up the stairs with Sam running right behind him.

"Brothers," Tom scoffs, biting into the cupcake again. I roll my eyes at him and run up the stairs, going straight into Harry's, my best friend, room to work on our short film.

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I pull up to the directing site for Roses for Lily, the short film Harry and I have been planning for a long time now. It's only the second day of filming, which means we still have a lot more days to go.

Dominic walks up to me, holding my ear piece in his hand for me to put on. "Is Harry taking pictures again?" I ask, fiddling with the wire on my shirt.

"When is he not?" Dominic laughs, leading over to the tent where we keep all cameras, phones, and all electronics at.

I see my best friend and his twin brother off in the distance taking scenic pictures of the fields around us. And of course, he's wearing his LA hat, in England. It makes perfect since, not. I come up behind Harry, making as little noise as I possible can, and pull his hat off his head to put on top of mine.

Harry turns around with a bright smile on his face and a camera in his hands, well when is there not one in his hands. He engulfs me into a massive hug, but a careful one because of his camera.

"Harry, bro, come on I saw you yesterday. Are we seriously going to hug each other like this everyday we are shooting this?" I ask, hugging him back.

"Yes, Y/N/N," he said as we step out of the hug. I smack him in the shoulder with my papers since he is full on smirking at me.

"What did I tell you about calling me that, Harry Styles?" His smirk turns into a frown as I use his nickname he absolutely hates.

Harry rolls his eyes at me, "oh, by the way your hubby went on a coffee and tea run."

Hub-? Tom. "Harry, you know we aren't dating, just a . . . small celebrity crush, that's all." I say with a blush forming on my cheeks.

"Pl-ease, you know him on a personal level," Harry comments, making me blush even more. "Speaking of your hubby, here he is back." He says, walking towards his brother to help him with the ten cups of coffee and tea. I reluctantly follow, I mean I have to help because I'm basically in charge with Harry.

I can't help but laugh though, because Tom looks like he is really struggling to walk through the tall grass. Harry and I grab cups and start handing them out to everyone as Tom keeps walking towards the tent, so multitasking on another level.

Eventually there are only three cups left, leaving me a caramel frappe, Iced Tea for Tom, and Black Tea, with additional milk, for Harry.

"A tea for Dickhead," Tom said, giving Harry a sly smirk and his cup, "a frappe for Queeny," Tom gazes his focus onto me, sending me a warm smile rather than a smirk, "and another tea for Spider-Man."

"You're suck a dick," Harry says, shoving Tom's shoulder off to the side.

Tom lifts the cup to his lips and smiles as he drinks his tea. "Yet, you're the one with the name, Dickhead."

"Y/N," Harry whines, "please back me up here."

"I don't know, you two both seem like big dicks to me, well except yours Tom," I say, smiling into my coffee cup next. From over the rim of my cup, I can see Tom's eyes widen at my remark and Harry trying not to end up on the floor laughing.

Harry cups his left hand around his mouth, pretending to make his voice louder. "Ohhh, Thomas Stanley Holland has just been roasted by an eighteen year old." I turn to face Harry so we could do our famous best friend handshake we came up together when something like this happens.

"Shove off, Queeny," Tom said trying to keep a straight face, which immediately turns into a grin by him. He begins to walk away from me and Harry, but Harry catching him from behind the head and takes his dark grey hat from his head. Tom turns back to his brother, glaring at him since he took his grey hat, and LA hat from the night before that sits on my head. His immediate instinct made him take Harry's hat, well his hat, off my head.

Tom gave me an innocent looking face, while I scowl at him and my now messy H/C hair. So I reach over and grab the hat on Harry's head, which is Tom's actual hat.

Our routine repeats, except Harry takes off Tom's hat, which means he finally gets his hat back that he started with, the LA one. Leaving Tom hatless, me with his hat, and Harry with his hat, that he stole from Tom. Okay then.

Once again, Tom reaches for the hat on my head, but my hand shoots up to grip his wrist so he couldn't move it. "Oh hunny, you're not getting your hat back that easily." I tell him, throwing his hand back in his direction. Before Tom could get another move it, I spin around and walk back towards the tent. It was more of a fast walk, because I also didn't want Tom to chase after me for his hat, but I ended up playfully swaying my hips more than usual when I walked back towards everyone else.

"That's my best friend," Harry said, smiling in my direction.

"And that's my Queen," Tom said with head in a daze, not paying attention that both me and Harry could here him, even from my distance.

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