You woke up with your eyes stinging. That only happened when you cry and you don't get enough sleep the night before.
You felt a pair of hands around your waist which made you confused, you didn't remember anything from the night before.
You slowly opened your eyes to see none other than Thomas Holland lying beside you with his hands around you. They were warm and since they were slightly under your top, they made you feel warm and safe.
Problem was, he was such an arsehole. The school's "badboy" who was known to have all the girls lining up to be his 'groupies'.
And you were lying in bed with him.
In his baggy tshirt and shorts. Crap.
You woke up and tried to slide his hands away but they stayed firm and out.
"No, don't go. Please?" He mumbles quietly.
"Tom, what happened last night?"
"There was a party downstairs, I came up to my room to relax and you came up later and said,
*flashback kinda thing"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just looking for the bathroom."
"2nd door on the left. Y/N right?"
"You know who I am?"
"Yeah, I've seen you around school. You look gorgeous by the way."
"Aw, thats the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. Thanks tommy."
You skipped away to the bathroom in your heels and after you were done, you walked out to see Tom stood near his open door saying,
"Can I show you something?"
You both spend all night talking about Marvel and everything else you two had in common until everyone had left and you two hadn't noticed.
He said you could stay the night, so you did. Tom have you his tshirt and you wore the spare PJ shorts you brought in your bag before (I always bring spare PJs everywhere it's great).
"That's why. You don't remember?" He said, looking slightly sad.
"I do, it just took me a second. But I do. Thanks for yesterday Tom, I needed it." You kissed his cheek and closed your eyes again.
Meanwhile Tom couldn't believe his crush kissed him.
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Peter Parker and Tom Holland Imagines
FanfictionOne shots and short stories about Tom Holland and the characters he has played! 🤍 *i also do occasional imagines of Harrison Osterfield just for fun :)* *COMPLETED* I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN SO PLEASE PARDON ANY POOR WRITING OR LANGUAGE OR C...