Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland; Insomnia

You sigh in frustration as you turn around for the hundredth time this evening, your boyfriend next to you snoring sleepily.

You lay on your side, arm under your pillow, head resting on top of it.

"Tom?" You whisper bored while your hand reaches out to touch his face.

His eyelids move lightly before his brown eyes meet yours, the dim light from outside throwing a warm shade over his face.

"Can't sleep?" Toms voice is just as quiet as yours and you nod, your eyes feeling heavy.

"Come here." Tom turns around so he can face you and opens his arm, pulling you into his chest.

You smile by the sudden contact and cuddle yourself deeper into Toms torso, his warmth, and cologne surrounding you like a second skin.

"Is anything bothering you?" Tom leans his chin onto the top of your head and you press a simple kiss to his collarbone, his skin feeling so soft against yours.

"No, I just can't sleep. As usual."

You feel bad for waking Tom up, again, but he's the only one who could help you to fall asleep. It all started when you moved out from your parents home, that you'd have nights without sleep, laying awake the whole time.

You feel tired and exhausted, but sleep just won't wash over you.

It doesn't matter how many times you shift around, if you remove the blankets or not, drink tea before going to bed, or even take sleeping pills.

If you have one of these nights, the only thing that can get you to sleep is Tom.

"You know I'm not going to sleep until I hear your snores in my arms?" Tom sounds tired and his voice is a bit raspy from just waking up, and you can't help but smile.

"I feel so bad for waking you up, you just came home from filming and-"

"It's fine, darling." Tom kisses the top of your head and starts to draw small circles on your skin.

His fingertips are almost ghosting over your skin and you close your eyes, not feeling tired but relaxed.

"Do you want me to make you some tea or hot milk?" His fingers wander from your arms to hips, nails gently digging into your skin.

"No, just lay here and talk to me." You bite your lip and feel Tom shifting underneath of you.

After some time you find yourself laying on top of him, head and arms on his chest and eyes focused on his lips.

"Do remember that one time when I called you in the middle of the night, telling you that I can't sleep?" He looks down to you and you raise an eyebrow, a small smile never leaving your lips.

"I think you have to be more specific, you called me a lot." Your fingers play with his curly hair behind his neck, twirling and twisting them.

"I mean the one time when I got injured on Set and was at this hospital all one.

They kept trying to pull my pants down, even tho I had the injury on my nose. I was waiting there for hours and was so glad when I was back at my hotel room, but I still couldn't sleep because I missed you." Toms British accent sounds like music in your eyes and you nod, actually remembering that night.

"Now I know! I was so worried about you." You let out a chuckle and Tom joins, both of your laughter filling the silent room.

"And you told me that you couldn't sleep either, so we talked for hours on the phone until you fell asleep." The smile on Toms lips grows wider with every minute he talks and you shoot him a questioning look, not completely getting the point of the story.

"And that's what I want to do now. Talk to you the whole night. I hate to see you like this." He pushes a loose hair strain behind your ear and you blush, thankful for the dim light.

"I'm fine." You insist, but Tom knows better.

"Let's go outside and talk for a bit, we haven't done that in a while, huh?" Tom starts to shift once more and your eyes light up at his idea.

"I'll get the blankets!" You immediately get up and collect all blankets you can find, making your way to the Balcony of your shared apartment and putting them on the ground.

Tom follows you, his arms full with pillows and hair all messy from getting up.

You can't help but reach your hand out, brushing a single curl away from his forehead and admiring your view. Tom is only in his sweatpants and his toned torso makes your knees go weak.

As he drops the pillows to the ground, you Snap out of your gaze and feel Toms eyes on you.

He steps closer and cups your face with his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheekbones.

You close your eyes by the sudden contact and lean forward, feeling his hot breath mixing with yours.

"I love you," Tom whispers before pressing his lips onto yours and showing you his love.

After some time you two pull away, the smile on your lips forming into a big grin.

"I love you too."

You two finish to build the blanket fort and settle down, both of you being as close to each other as possible.

You watch the stars and the way the skyline of the city collides with them, the cool air brushing against your hot skin every once in a while.

You suppress a yawn and continue to listen to Toms heartbeat, the steady rhythm of his chest calming you down.

"I love nights like this, not that I love that you can't sleep, but I love to spend time with you." Tom wraps his arms around you and plays with the fabric of your shirt, one of his old jerseys you once stole from him.

"Me too." You admit.

Your body starts to feel tired and you yawn again, Tom noticing but not saying anything.

He keeps talking to you until your responses get shorter, eyes closed and breaths steady.

You don't realize that you slowly start to fall asleep until you feel Tom lifting you up and pulling you back to bed, the cold night air replaced with a comfortable warm one.

You hum in response and make grabby hands for Tom, who soon returns with a blanket and two pillows.

He pulls you back into his arms and sighs, both of you finally falling asleep.