Sweethearts [1] || tom holland

Chapter 23: Easter Bunnies

April 16, 2017
The Holland House, Kingston-Upon-Thames

Light streaming through the crack in the curtains woke me up. My eyes fluttered open to see the Sunday morning sun blinding me and I shut my eyes again, burying my head in the pillow. An arm tightened around my waist and pulled me closer to their chest. I didn't bother turning over because I was too lazy and I knew who it was.

Tom's warm breath tickled the back on my neck and I felt him move closer to me.

"Happy Easter, darling," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and turned my head so I could see his face.

"Happy Easter," I responded.

I rolled over in the bed so I was facing him. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me.

"What time are your parents coming?" He asked.

"12," I said.

"What's the time now?"

"It's 8."

"Ehh, one more hour."

Tom showered my face in kisses from my cheek to my nose to my jawline. I giggled and batted my hands on his chest. My feeble attempts at trying to move him away didn't work and he continued his assault on my skin.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Tom, Mum wants you to help her with the lamb," Sam's voice echoed through the door.

Tom exasperated and threw his head back.

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute," he yelled.

I giggled and poked his chest.

"Time to get to work, Chef Holland," I joked.

"How long does it take to cook a bloody lamb?" He asked.

"A long time, apparently," I said.

He sighed and turned his head to me. He placed his hand on my cheek and brushed my hair behind my eye.

"You stay here. I'll be back in a minute," he told me.

"Can we watch a film?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. As long as it's not the Hobbit again," he warned me.

He flung his legs over the side of the double bed and stood up. I gasped and sat up in the bed, disgust on my face.

"The Hobbit is a fantasy masterpiece. How dare you insult it," I said.

"You said that about Harry Potter," Tom laughed.

I huffed and watched his disappear out of the bedroom. I threw myself backwards in the bed and pulled the duvet over my head. That extra hour sounded very tempting.

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We finished the film, Hop (come on, it's Easter), and I got dressed ready for the day. Nicola was cooking the Easter Sunday dinner for twelve people, including me and my parents. My mom offered to cook some of the food for Nicola but she wasn't having any of it. Moms can be so annoyingly prideful.