Tom Holland imagines one shots

wrong number

You waved a quick goodbye to the guy who dropped you home and you grabbed your keys in your black purse. As you entered your home you slammed the door and threw your heels and bag away. You freed your hair from the elaborated bun you had made sooner in the evening. You undressed and took comfy PJs on. You made your way to the bathroom where you removed your make-up. you went to your kitchen and looked for some milk to prepare you a hot chocolate. While your drink was heated up you took your cell phone. You immediately composed your best friend number without focusing on the number you were tapping since you knew it by heart. You waited for her to answer to tell her everything. After few seconds she picked up.

_ Hey Y/BFF/N! I have so much to tell you!! you exclaimed and without any pause you continued. Oh god it's the last time ever that I follow your dating advices! 

She didn't answer but you had the habits, she usually let you say everything you had to say and then she would comment everything. 

_ So I accepted the date from the guy we met at the frat party, Keanu, exactly as you told me. he asked me if I liked sports and I said no not really, I mean I tried to make him understand how much I hate sport. But he didn't care and he brought me to a soccer match. I just understood nothing of what was happening on the field. I asked me to explain to me the different actions of the players but he just laughed at my face and continued to support his team which lost. he was so pissed off that during the drive to a restaurant he didn't say a word. The atmosphere was so tensed and cold, that was horrible. Plus I thought he would invite me in a restaurant but he didn't. we went to a filthy goddamn fast food and I paid for everything. I was thinking "let him a chance, he isn't probably as bad as he seems" but god he was worse. During the diner he kept talking about how extraordinary his ex was and he even said that no one could replace her. he also gave me some life advices like "maybe you should stop your engineering studies, it's for boys and took some bakery class" or "I never understood why girls keep saying that they put make up on for themselves be honest with yourself you just do that to be fucked". It took me everything I had to not slap him violently. Should also add that he was racist and homophobe. Anyway, why all my dates are assholes?

You finally ended your monolog. Your friend answered nothing for few seconds and you wondered why. You heard a little cough and then an embarrassed voice:

_ I'm sorry, I'm not your friend, my name is Tom. You called the wrong number, I tried to tell you but you seemed so relieved to tell your story to someone that I didn't dare to cut you. plus you were speaking really fast and without any pauses so I didn't have the opportunity either.

You felt so ridiculous, a total stranger knew your love life, you felt so stupid. You hesitated to hang up but that was too rude. You felt your cheeks burning fortunately the boy was in front of you. he added:

_ I know that it didn't really my business but let me give you some advices for your next date. Maybe you should not accept dates from a frat guy that you certainly met drunk, you should not date a guy to please your friend. And most important if he is a total ass slap him it's liberating and he probably deserved it, someone must make him understand that he is a jerk.

_ thanks for the advices but honestly I don't think that I will go to a date before a long time.

_ Oh really why? You should have hang up a long time ago, your love life was not something that you wanted to share with a stranger however it relieved you to talk about it with someone who was not involve.

_ I not very popular with boys. You managed to say quickly to hide you shyness and embarrassment.

_ How is it possible a cute girl like you should always a lot of pretenders. You chuckled at his words.

_ that is very nice to say that but you don't know me, I mean maybe I look like a platypus you don't know that. You giggled and he remained silent before sighting.

_ Maybe I know you and I know that you don't look like a platypus. Maybe I am working for the journal of the college and you gave me your number when I did some researches about feminism in our generation. Maybe we met several time to discuss about it and you helped me a lot with my article. Maybe when you called I recognized your number and picked up because I thought that you had an idea of article and you wanted me to join you to talk about it. maybe I hoped that because I found you very cute and I like spending time with you. maybe I didn't like the idea of you going on a date with a total ass but I am secretly glad that the date was a catastrophe.

You noticed that the more he was talking the most awkward he was. At the beginning you felt so stupid, of course you knew Tom, he was the English cute guy from the college journal. You just revealed to a cute guy the disaster of your date, you were ashamed, you wanted to hide in a hole and never leave it. however when he said that you were cute happy thoughts rushed to your mind, an adorable guy called you cute, that was a dream. When he admitted his jealousy you heart pounded against your chest. a kind, attractive boy was jealous and dared to tell you how he felt. Were you dreaming or was he in a way confessing that he had a crush on you. you took all the courage you had to say confidently:

_ Maybe you can join me, I will think about an idea of article during the time you ride to my home.

_ I am coming! You heard him exclaimed joyfully.