Tom Holland ➳ Imagines

Your Angelic Voice ✧ Tom

◇ Type: Fluff
◇ Published: September 15, 2017
◇ POV: First Person (I, my)
◇ Warning: Cuteness Overload
◇ Word Count: 674
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I knew Tom never liked to sing. He always thought he doesn't sound good, but I love hearing his voice sing in the shower or whenever we're just lying around having nothing to do.

It was a chilly fall afternoon and Tom was cleaning up his closet in our shared house while I was doing the bedsheets.

I was pulling the mattress cover over the corners of the mattress when Tom started to hum in the closet. He quietly hummed to the melody of Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

Silently turning around, Tom's back was facing me. He was humming the chorus of the song while making a pile of various types of clothing next to him.

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world." Tom then sang softly. A smile crept onto my face at the sound of his voice, his accent adding into the tune.

"You know I love it when you sing." I decide to say softly as I noticed that Tom stopped with the song. From across the bed, Tom turns around, his eyes wide.

He then glances at my hands and gives a relieved sigh when he saw them pulling the sheets. "Oh thank god, I thought you were filming me." Tom chuckles before turning back into the closet, continuing with his soft singing.

Once I'm done with my task, I quietly make my way behind Tom.

I bring my arms around his waist and rest my upper body on his back. I tighten my arms and feel his body heat radiate onto me. He let me stay like this for a little bit, so I closed my eyes.

"Keep singing." I whisper behind him. Tom only huffs out a laugh. "I don't like singing." "You were just singing a minute ago!" I point out with giggle. Tom shakes his head while tossing another piece of clothing down on the floor.

"I'm not a good singer." Releasing my arms from Tom, I step back, allowing him to turn around. I tilt my head up at him and take a hold of his hands.

"I think you're an amazing singer." I compliment quickly before getting on my tippy toes and planting a sweet and short kiss on Tom's lips. After pulling away, Tom smiles shyly, his cheeks turning pink a little.

"How about I sing with you? We don't have to be serious about it; just have fun." I grin up at the brunette. Tom bites his upper lip in thought as he looked down at me.

"Forget what we're told..." I began to sing. I raise my eyebrows to encourage Tom to finish the lyric. "Before we get too old." He sings with his head down in a little embarrassment.

"Show me a garden that's.." "Bursting into life."

Tom's head finally moved up and I saw how his eyes go from looking at mine to looking at my lips. "There you go." I chuckle as I sling my arms around over Tom's shoulders. I start to fiddle with his hair at the nape of his neck.

"How do you look so cute when you sing?" Tom's high pitched voice comes out in question. I laugh as I put my hand to my mouth. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Shut up!" I playfully hit his chest. Tom laughs as well and pulls me close to him in an embracing hug.

"Please sing more. I love it when you do." I say into his shoulder. I feel his hands rub up and down my back.

"I'll think about it."

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◇ Author's Note ◇
Here's a 'not-as-sad' imagine to make up for the sad ones I've been giving out :} it was suppose to be cute but this also came out to be more in a quiet and peaceful tone. Either way, I hope you like it!!