Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland ; Its Late

Your plane landed almost an hour ago and Tom still hadn't answered your texts or calls. You started to become antsy but after half an hour, you became worried. What if something happened to him? What if he got in a car crash? Kidnapped? Your thoughts were uneasy as you managed to pull yourself a cab. The drive to Tom's house felt incredibly long as all you could think of was horrible things that could have happened to your boyfriend. He was usually so eager to pick you up from the airport, that he'd be there an hour earlier than when your plane actually landed.

You kept checking your phone as you awaited something from Tom. A simple text just to reassure you that he was, in fact, okay and just missed your landing time, or his phone died and he spontaneously lost his car keys and nobody was around to drive him. Or all the cabs in the city diverted from his street and he lost all sense of direction on how to get to the airport.

See. He was just simply miss informed. You hoped.

The cab pulled up in front of his doorstep. The lights from the living room made the curtains look like they were dancing alive. It was dark by the time you stepped out of the cab and threw him some money. You were plenty sure you over paid him, but you just so desperately wanted to see that your boyfriend was okay, that you didn't care.

Climbing the steps to his door felt dreadfully worrisome. What if he really did get hurt? What if he was in serious trouble?

Your fingers twitched as you knocked on the door, your knuckle rapped quietly on the wood. You heard footsteps approach the door on the other side and your stomach clenched.

"(Y/N)?" A bright, confused Harrison asked as he swung the door open. His eyes glancing at your bag as you stared just as clueless at him.

"Harrison," you breathed momentarily as he let you into the house, grabbing your small bag for you. It mainly just carried your books and a blanket, you had clothes already at Tom's. "Is Tom home?" You asked, once Harrison shut the front door.

He turned to face you, seeming more perplexed than before. "Of course he is, it's his house." He laughed shortly, scratching the back of his neck in a way you knew he did when he was highly uncertain and confused.

"Oh." Was all you could muster as you peered down the hall where Tom's room was. Harrison cleared his throat as he passed you to walk to the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" He called lightly over his shoulder. Following him into the small kitchen, you saw him pour water into the kettle you bought Tom last Christmas, smiling to yourself at the memory.

"Ah, yes please." You answered, clearing our throat awkwardly. Harrison watched you from the corner of his eye as he put the kettle on, wiping his hands on his pants, he leaned against the counter top.

"So," he drawled.

"Tom was supposed to pick me up at the airport." You said suddenly, not sure why you sounded so harsh, but you did. It wasn't like you were mad or anything, slightly frustrated, but not mad. It wasn't uncommon for Tom to forget something so small, but it wasn't common either. You guessed he just get busy or something and it slipped his mind. You figured that you gave him such short notice about your visit that he just simply forgot to come get you. Or he got the time wrong and thought you'd be arriving the following morning, instead of at night.

"He was?" Harrison asked, crossing his arms in thought, but he looked taken back by the forcefulness of your tone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come across harsh." You said, reaching over to tap Harrison lightly on the shoulder in an awkward comforting gesture that you always did. It was something you'd done from the beginning. You loved Harrison almost as much as Tom, but that never stopped you from being always shy and awkward around him, like you were with most people. Except for Tom.

It was like your body knew before your brain did. That Tom was your person, and you were his. It wasn't really love at first sight, but it was something at first sight. You knew that, at most. He wasn't the type of guy to say something cheesy and all of a sudden you were in love. He was different. A good different. He was a gentleman. He was a goofy geek, and you loved that. But of course, he did sometimes say cheesy things. Okay, more often than sometimes. Most times.

"It's okay," Harrison snapped you out of your train of thought, his body shifted as he pulled the whistling kettle off the stove. He poured two mugs and handed one over to you, giving you a warming smile. You returned the smile and sipped on the steaming drink. Enjoying the warmth it sent through your cold body.

The flight you'd taken was international and you hated those type of flights. With two lay overs, you were uncomfortable and incredibly tired. So, it wasn't entirely your fault that you were upset that your boyfriend wasn't at the airport to pick you up, especially when he said he would be. You must have zoned out on the tiled floor, as Harrison's hand was rested on your shoulder, shaking you from your reverie.

"Are you tired? Tom's in his room, you can go see him." He said softly. "I'm pretty sure he's just watching a movie," Harrison added. Your gut turned at that. If Tom didn't screw up the times and he really was just watching a movie, then he really did simply forget about your arrival. And that stung.

"Okay, sure. Thanks." You nodded, placing your empty mug on the counter and slipping out of your shoes that you'd remembered you were still wearing. You tip toed down the hall to where Tom's shut door lay. You didn't bother to knock, you were curious to see his face when you stormed in. Slipping open the door and poking your head in, the TV was on, but it played a movie with no sound. Light snores were heard over Tom's bed, but all you could see was a mountain of blankets.

You shuffled into his room and walked over to the mass. Pulling back one of the top blankets you found your boyfriends curly hair. You smiled to yourself at his bed head. You leaned over the bed more, because you noticed that the mass was too big to be a single Tom. Suddenly, the blankets shifted and two ears perked up from under Tom's arm, you wanted to laugh as Tessa shifted her head to lick your hand as you outstretched it to pet her.

"Hello," you whispered to her, making her wiggle under the blankets. You shushed her, not wanting to wake your sleeping boyfriend. You guessed that he'd been so tired from all his filming and premieres, that he passed out cold and just didn't wake up in time. You completely forgot why you were even mad in the first place.

"Hi, baby girl." Tom's groggy voice surprised you as you looked down at his blinking eyes, puffy with sleep. You felt cramped as you had been leaning over him to see Tessa. You smiled warmly down at him and made an action to move away, but Tom reached a hand out from under the blankets and snaked it around your waist. He pulled you under the blankets and against his warm body.

"Hi," you breathed in his scent as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. He felt comforting and cozy as you snuggled yourself into his arms.

"You're cold." Tom whined, rubbing his arm up and down your side, trying to bring warmth to your body. You hadn't even realized how cold you were until you were pressed against him.

"It's cold outside." You mumbled, pushing your rosy cheeks into his chest, trying to breathe more of his manly aroma in.

"I'm sorry I missed your arrival." He spoke into your hair. You smiled against his chest and stifled a laugh.

"It's okay. I took a cab." You said quietly, trying to focus on Tom's heartbeat as you felt his heat radiate through your body. His legs wrapped themselves with yours and within seconds you two had become one.

"A cab?" He asked, his mouth moved from your hair to your forehead, making you tilt your head up to meet his eyes. "Why didn't you call Haz?"

"I didn't even think of it." You sighed, realizing you could have done just that. Tom smiled kindly down at you, adoration in his eyes. His lips kissed you lightly on the forehead once again, and then to your nose, making butterflies form in your stomach. You anticipated the feeling of his lips on yours, and in seconds, they were.

He tasted of peppermint and honey. Most certainly from tea he'd drunken earlier in the day. His arms tightened themselves around your waist, pulling your body further into his. He effortlessly slipped your jacket off, you hadn't noticed you were wearing, and suddenly, you were a complete whole as Tom devoured you, and you lost yourself in him.