Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland; Oblivious

Raising your eyes from your notebook, you look at Tom, who is sitting in front of you at the diner booth.
''I should probably stop doodling'' you say, putting your notebook and pen in your bag. ''I'm sorry.''
You look back at him to find him staring at you, no words leaving his mouth.
''Are you okay?'' you ask. ''Is there anything on my face?''
Tom quickly shakes his head and smiles softly.
''No, no! Nothing's on your face! Your face-your face's perfect'' he says before blushing.
You smile at him and turn around in your seat, looking at Harrison, who is ordering your food.
''Would you... Would you want to, I don't know, have coffee together this afternoon?'' Tom asks, blushing.
You don't realize his blush and nod your head, happy.
''Yeah, of course! Is Haz coming?'' you ask.
His face changes, although you don't realize.
''Uhm, no. He has things to do'' he softly answers.
You nod your head again and look at your hands, full of doodles. As you start bobbing your head to a new melody you have just thought of, Harrison approaches you with his hands full of food.
''Hey, guys'' he tells you, sitting next to Tom.
He looks questioningly at Tom and Tom simply shrugs his shoulders -he doesn't know if Harrison's idea of Tom inviting you to coffee has really worked.
When they realise that you haven't spoken a word in ten minutes, they start to worry, until you look at them suddenly with an excited look in your eyes.
''I just came up with an amazing idea for a song lyric!'' you whisper-shout.
They both laugh, Tom looking at you tenderly and with an adoring look in your eyes.
''If you don't close your mouth, you are gonna catch flies'' Harrison tells him as he sees Tom staring at you with his mouth open.
Tom blushes and nudges his friend, his eyes not leaving your figure as you look for your songwriting notebook all around your bag.
When you finally find it, you look back at Tom, feeling his eyes on you.
''Is everything alright?'' you ask, concerned.
''Yeah, yeah'' he tells you, shaking his head softly. ''You just look really pretty today.''
You blush and laugh, hearing Harrison chuckle next to Tom.
Quickly scribbling the lyrics down on your notebook, you look at the table and find it almost empty.
''Shall we leave already?'' you ask.
The boys nod and walk to the door next to you, Tom's arm brushing against yours, his cheeks red.
''I'm going to pick up the car and I'll pick you guys up here'' Harrison says, and he is gone before you can even tell him that you don't mind walking.
''What are the song lyrics you thought of?'' Tom asks you softly.
You shake your head blushing a little.
''I'll tell you when the song is done. I don't feel like they make a lot of sense on their own.''
''I'm sure the song will be great. You are amazing'' Tom tells you, still blushing.
You laugh and hold his hand, trying not to blush yourself.
Tom starts leaning in, although you don't realise and turn around to look at a bird when his lips are extremely close to yours. He groans, frustrated, and removes his hand from yours to tug at his hair.
''Goddammit, [Y/N]'' he whispers. You turn around again to look at him, your brows furrowed. ''You are so goddamn oblivious. I've been trying to tell you I like you for months and how desperately in love I am with you and you don't even realise my pathetic attempts at flirting.''
You open your mouth and your eyes, processing what he has just told you.
''You like me?'' you ask him. He nods and closes his eyes, ready to feel the rejection. ''I'm sorry I didn't realise, but you know how I am. I always have my head in the clouds'' you admit. ''I like you, too, you know. I told Harrison last month. I'm surprised he didn't tell you'' you say with a chuckle.
''Are you serious? You like me?'' he asks, removing his hands from his face and smiling like a kid. ''Wait,'' he says, furrowing his brows, ''Harrison knew? I'm going to murder him'' he whispers.
You laugh and shake your head, grabbing his hand.
''Come here'' you tell him before pulling him close to you, your lips finally collapsing against his.
After what felt like a second, Harrison's voice came ringing through the street.
''It was time! I was tired of being surrounded by stupid people!'' he shouts from the car window, raising his thumbs at you.