Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

Love

you had decided to head to montreal with tom for a few weeks while he was filming chaos walking. you were in the room waiting for him to come back with lunch, sitting on the couch in the living room with harry. he had asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and you knew he regretted it as soon as he asked. you connected your computer to the tv, logging onto your netflix and hurriedly typing "10 things i hate about you". you had forced harry to watch this almost every time you both decided to watch a movie together whenever tom and harrison were busy on set. he kept his complaints to a minimum, he considered you part of the family and would put up with you in regards to anything. you had made it to the part where kat helps patrick get out of detention, and he took her on a date - paint balling. you swooned "i'd love to do paint balling like that! it looks fun." as you said this, you felt arms wrap around you from behind, a kiss being pressed to the back of your head. you looked up and smiled at tom, pickering your lips as a signal for him to lean down. he gave you a lingering kiss, pulling back when harry playfully made gagging noises. tom picked up the pillow next to you and chucked it at him.

"10 things again?" you nodded excitedly at tom, smiling when he laughed at you, shaking his head. he glanced at the tv, noticing that the movie was on one of your favorite scenes, their date. he had walked in on you commenting on how you'd wanted to go paint balling. "lunch is on the table, i have to go to the bathroom. i'll meet you at the table, okay?" you leaned up to peck him again, "okay." tom made his way to the bathroom, his phone out googling any paint balling arenas near by. he looked for the one's closest to the one like in the movie, the kind where the paint is filled in balloons. he found one an hour away and checked the time. it was only two pm, he could still make a day date out for it and surprise you. he smiled and tucked his phone into his pocket, flushing the toilet to make it seem like he used the restroom before walking out.

"darling, grab your lunch. we're taking it to go." you looked up, a mouth full of the spaghetti he brought you, a confused look on your face. "where?" "can't tell you," he looked at harry and harrison, "we'll catch you in a few hours." he grabbed your hand once you were ready and off you went. you both spent the car ride singing tiredly to the songs on the radio before growing tired and connecting on of your phone's, listening to your throwbacks playlist on spotify. about and hour later, tom was off the freeway and on the streets, so you tried to ask where you were going again. "tom, where are we?" "your clothes - the ones you're wearing right now - do you mind getting them dirty?" you glanced at your sweats and tank top, you faced tom again and shook your head, shrugging. he smiled in response, "good, then you're ready." "ready for what?" he smiled at you repeating the line from your favorite movie, he looked at yo hand then glanced back at your destination, lifting a hand to point at the sign. you looked at it, reading it in confusion, before realization hit you. you bounced in your seat and smiled widely. "tom! you didn't have to. thank you!" he chuckled, parking and undoing his seatbelt, leaning over the center console to kiss you. "anything for you, my love."