Tom Holland || Imagines

A Clumsy Love Song (Part two) || Tom Holland

A/N: Advanced warning. This absolutely sucks. This is probably the worst shit I've ever written...so far at least.
Also, I changed the titles because I felt this one fit the story more.

Request from : @dar3lene9

I closed my eyes and breathed in the cold, autumn, air. I was sitting on a bench in Richmond Park, waiting for Tom. It was only 9:45, I wanted to be early because I needed some time outside to cool my nerves. A cold breath of wind sent a sharp shiver up my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself, regretting wearing something so thin when I knew that it was going to be cold, i mean, it's London. I could hear the faint crunches of leaves as someone walked up to me.

"Hey,"

My eyes flew open and I squinted as I adjusted to the light. I looked up to see Tom standing in front of me, he gave me a small smile as he shoved his pale hands into the pockets of his navy hoodie. His brown curls were spilling out of his beanie and his cheeks and nose had turned a cute shade of light pink from the cold. I smiled back, giving a small nod.

"Hey."

My head whipped around when I heard the pitter-patter of paws. A dark grey staffie ran over to me, jumping up onto its hind legs to lay its front paws on my knees. It's tail wagged vigorously as it tried to lick my cold hands. I laughed and ran my fingers through it's short fur.

"I hope you don't mind," Tom spoke up, "I thought I'd bring Tessa along."

"No! Of course! She's gorgeous." I looked up at Tom, who was smiling brightly down at us both.

"Yeah, she's a real princess. Aren't you Tess?"
He kneeled down and ruffled the short furs on her head. He looked back up at me and offered me her leash.

"Do you want to walk her?"

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We talked and laughed until we reached a large field that spread for what seemed like forever. The autumn leaves were scattered around, small flecks of gold shining through the dull, green grass.

"Just here should be fine."

"Ok." I bent down and un-leashed Tessa who wasted no time to sprint into the open field.

"Are you cold?" Tom looked at me. I was hugging myself for warmth, even though it was almost 11, it was still freezing cold. I was just about to deny it when I realised that I was shaking.

"A-a bit." I laughed. I watched as Tom quickly un-zipped his navy hoodie to reveal a simple grey t-shirt that hugged his body very nicely.

"N-no you d-don't have to do that." I shook my head, but he ignored my comment and proceeded to walk over to me and wrap me in the warmth of his jacket. I gave in and pulled my arms through the sleeves and chuckled lightly when the sleeves hung loose at the end. He stepped back and crossed his arms before he turned away to look at Tessa sniffing the ground. I found myself eyeing his arms, the bulge of his bicep clearly shown due to the tightness of his shirt.

My eyes trailed down his toned arms to his hands, they were red from the cold. I felt a pang of guilt when I realised that he had given up the warmth of his jacket for me. My heart pummelled in my ears as I slowly reached for his hand. He jumped slightly at the warm touch of my soft fingers on his cold ones as I wrapped my tiny hand around one of his before pulling it into the warm, fuzzy, pocket of his hoodie. I looked up into his wide eyes as he stared back into mine.

"I feel bad, this hoodie is really warm." I mumbled. I let out a weak chuckle as I lightly bit my lip.

"Thanks." He smiled at me and shuffled closer, so that our shoulders were pressed up against each other.

We stood there for a moment before Tessa ran over to us promptly lying down by our feet, signifying that she was done for the day. I felt Tom give my hand a light squeeze.

"Let's head back now, shall we?"

I smiled softly and gave him a small nod.

We walked until I felt Tom's hand slipping through mine and instead, grabbing my wrist to bring me to a halt. I turned around a looked into his sparkling eyes. My heart began to beat profusely into my chest as he took a step closer to me and cupped my cheek with his other hand. He didn't say anything.

It was just silent.

I watched as his eyes flickered down to my lips then back into my eyes. He leaned closer and closer until the tips of our cold noses touched. Finally, he passionately pressed his lips onto mine. My body was overwhelmed with this feeling of affection for Tom. My emotions were like music blaring in my ears, deafening me as our lips danced with each other. He softly pulled away and the music quietened down, it didn't disappear, it was almost as if someone had lowered the volume.

We stood still, foreheads pressed against one another's , sharing our warmth.

"I guess me falling into your arms wasn't such a bad thing at all." I giggled lightly. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning over my face.

"Yeah, not at all."