HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Colors Tell Stories (First) // Tom Holland

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College!Tom AU

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom and reader are college students, both majoring in English - with an emphasis in Creative Writing. They met their first year and, as third years, have grown closer than ever.

Color: Pink - a delicate color that means sweet, nice, playful, cute, romantic, charming, and tenderness. The color pink is the color of universal love of oneself and of others.

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I sighed as I pulled the yellow flannel through my arms, bringing one hand up to rub at my eyes. "Leaving already?" I grimaced, hearing the once silky voice call for me from the bed. I continued to pick up my belonging - my wallet, my phone, my keys and my books - my back was still toward her but I responded, nodding.

"Uh, yeah. I've got class in, like, fifteen minutes." I heard a whine escape her mouth, causing me to roll my eyes. She probably didn't even remember my name, not that I remembered hers, either. "Last night was fun - see you around."

"Wait, what? That's it?" My hand stilled on the door knob, turning my head slightly to the left to look at her on the bed, her chin resting in her palm as her elbow leaned in the mattress. The duvet was covering her, her right leg lifted slightly - trying to look 'enticing' most likely. "No 'here's my number, for a good time'? Not even that?" I gave her a tight-lipped smile, letting go of the door knob and turning around fully to face her.

"What's my name?" She looked at me, confused. "Do you know my major? What year I'm in?" She opened her mouth a few times, but ended up closing it every time. I nodded, pursing my lips. I headed out the door, a quiet 'thought so' slipping out. I closed the door, barely hearing the 'fucking asshole' coming from the girl on the other side.

"Thomas Holland." My eyes widened, looking up from my shoes and seeing my Creative Writing partner. "Fancy seeing you in the girls' dorm... oh wait, I guess it isn't too surprising." I chuckled softly, walking next to her as we headed toward our class together.

"Well, a guy's gotta eat." I winked, stumbling slightly when she pushed me away in disgust. "Hey, I'm kidding!" I looked at her, relieved to see a small smile on her face. We'd been on the same Creative Writing schedule since Spring quarter of our first year. We were third years now. We hardly ever saw each other outside of class - but, whenever I did see her, I couldn't help but wonder how I'd been so lucky to cross paths with her.

"What are you looking at, Holland?" I coughed into my fist, shaking my head as I looked away from her - how long had I been staring at her? - continuing on with our walk as I looked ahead.

"Nothing much." I joked, hoping I'd come off as nonchalantly as I thought I did.

"Mhm," she hummed. "That's not what that little pink on your face tells me!" Shit. I swatted her hand away when I felt it poking at my cheek. "Like what you see, Tommy?" I looked at her, grinning as she laughed at her joke. If only she knew just how much I liked what I saw.

"We're gonna be late." I argued, grabbing her hand as I sped-walked us to our lecture hall.

"How convenient." She scoffed. When we got to the entrance, I stopped her. I tugged her hand, pulling her closer to me. We were inches apart.

"You're right," my voice came out in a whisper, "I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand." I shrugged, letting go of her hand and walked through the double-doors. I turned around, noticing she had stopped walking. "What's wrong, love?" She was staring at me. "Like what you see?" She shook her head, laughing as she jogged over to me, punching my arm as we walked toward two empty seats.