Tom Holland Imagines

Tom Holland: Drunken Confession Night

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"Hey, (y/n)! Thanks for dropping by," Tom says as you hand him a plastic grocery sack full of snacks. He'd invited you over for a Movie Night with two of his three brothers (Paddy was at a friend's house) and Harrison.

"Couldn't pass up the chance to hang out with my favorite next-door neighbors. And Harrison, of course," you reply as you hang up your jacket.

You've lived next door to the Hollands as long as you can remember. You and Tom were in the same grade but went to different schools (he went to an all-boys' academy, you an all-girls' school). Your moms were best friends. Your younger sister is the same age as the twins and even went to a school dance with Sam once (strictly as friends, though).

And - naturally - you've been in love with Tom ever since you were 16. Because of course you fall for the boy next door. The boy next door, in this case, who also happens to be a famous movie star.

But, for now, you choose to stay quiet about your attraction. Because movie stars only date other movie stars, right? They don't date the literal girl next door.

Harry puts on the movie and you and Sam set out the snacks. Tom and Harrison go into the kitchen and bring out drinks - bottled water and beer. You smile, because Movie Night almost always turns into Drunken Confession Night. Last time Harry admitted that he had a crush on Daisy while Tom was filming Chaos Walking, Sam juggled six eggs without dropping a one (seriously, what can't that boy do) and Harrison blurted out that Tom only got to do the Spider-Man kiss with his ex because he paid her first.

This time was no different. The movie has been long forgotten and the five of you are about ten sheets to the wind at this point.

"Okay, okay, I gotta know," Tom says, drunkenly. "Harrison! If you had to have sex with one of the three of us Hollands, which one would it be?"

Without a moment's hesitation Harrison replies, "Sam."

"What?!" Harry and Tom squawk in unison, as you burst into laughter.

"Well," Harrison reasons, "I've seen Tom naked too many times to be attracted by it, and honestly Harry just doesn't do it for me."

"Your mum thinks otherwise," Harry mumbles; the five of you dissolve into giggles.

"And besides, Sam plays piano. I'll bet he could do some amazing things with those fingers," Harrison continues.

"You'd be right," Sam says. "But right now, all I really want to do is tickle (y/n) until she pees."

You let out a yelp. "No! Sam, don't you even think about it! Get away from me!"

Tom immediately jumps up, covering you with his body. "Don't worry, (y/n)! I'm going to keep you safe!" He ends up with his head in your lap; all of you start laughing again.

"More beers?" Harrison asks.

"That's the last thing we need," Harry replies, "so sure."

As Harrison gets up to get the beers, Tom looks up at you.

"Hi, (y/n)," he says.

You laugh and playfully ruffle his short auburn hair. "Hi, Tom."

Tom sighs. "That feels really nice."

"Yeah?" You start carding your fingers through his hair.

"That feels even better." He closes his eyes and smiles. "I'm so in love with you."

"Are you drunk?" you immediately ask.

"Yeah, (y/n), we all are. But I just... am. You're amazing. I've loved you for so long. You are absolutely everything I'm looking for. Smart, pretty, hilarious, not afraid to knock back a few with the lads. You're just the best, and I love you."