THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

not helping - fuckboy! tom h. 3

Written by: @/spiderbitehollan

Pairings: fuckboy!tom holland x reader

Warning(s)?: read and see 👀

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Tom Holland doesn't do commitment, you know that. But when he invites you to a college party with him, you can't help but wonder what his intentions with you for the night are.

A week had passed since you and Tom had agreed to try out.. whatever it was that you'd call what you two were. What's the technical term for two people who can't keep their hands off each other anytime they're together, but aren't dating?

You were in the same spot you always found yourself, leaning against the headboard on his bed. 8TEEN by Khalid was playing from his speaker as you watched the sunset from in between his blinds. He was sitting in his computer chair, legs propped up on the desk as he scrolled through his phone. The distance between you two could be accredited to the fact that if you were even closer than a few feet to him, your limbs would instantly find his, almost like magnets attracting. It's smart to put down some boundaries, was what you told him. But that doesn't mean that's what you wanted to do.

It was a Friday evening as you sat in Tom's room, a place you were at increasingly often nowadays, even though your project was done long ago. Even your residence hall mates were picking up on your constant absences, undoubtedly intrigued in what you and Tom's everyday activities consisted of. A few of them were even begging you to bring him over to your dorm, when if anything, that was the exact reason you wouldn't. Walking into your residence hall with all the girls peeking their heads out of their doors to get a good glimpse of him was something you'd very much like to keep in your imagination.

Besides, you thought the relationship you and Tom had wasn't anything noteworthy. Whenever you and Tom were together, you were most likely either making out, smoking, or sharing funny tweets with each other on Twitter. Sure you would love to be able to call him yours, to kiss him whenever you wanted, and to commit to him. But you wouldn't be making the first move, regardless of how bad you wanted to. Tom had to prove that he genuinely wanted to be with you and only you before you would willingly let your heart get broken.

"Let's go to a party," Tom announces, your thoughts instantly dissolving as you exchange looks with him. He stands up from the chair, stretching his arms above his head. You instantly avert your eyes to the ground, even though you're not sure why you get like this when you've been much more intimate with the boy than just stealing glances at his toned stomach. When you watch him doing natural things like that, it puts it into perspective that he's really real, this breathtaking guy that seems like he was carefully and concisely crafted, each part of him with an insane amount of detail that you're still not fully convinced he's just a mere mortal.

"Hm?" It takes you a second to reply and this is the only sound that you could get out. You? Tom? Out in public? Together?

"You know, a social gathering? Ever been to one of those?" he quips, side-eyeing you with a playful look.

"Smart ass," you roll your eyes. "I just meant.. I don't know. Together?"

"Yes, Y/N. Me and you. Together." Your eyes connect with his again, and you expect to see the playful look still etched on his face, but it has been replaced with total solemness.

"I- Okay," you settle for the easiest reply, even though your subconscious is being loud as hell in the back of your head. A party was a statement. Going to a party on Tom's arm sounded dreamy, but it also sounded like a huge declaration. One that he seemed ready to make. "Nice way of asking me to be your date."