~ TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES ~

its okay

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"So but like, are you gunna' do anything about it, kid?" Robert pondered.
"I don't know!" Tom cried, throwing his arms up. He was now second guessing harbouring his secret in the Robert Downey, for all the wrong reasons.
The young brunette sighed in frustration and collapsed his gaze to the floor. "I kinda' don't want to do anything about it.." he mumbled.
Robert laughed and formed an 'O' with his mouth. He strut over to Tom so he could pat his back. "Well son, you came to the right place." he grinned "Uncle Rob has got you covered."
The brit's face twisted in misunderstanding, lifting his head to show it to Robert.
"I don't know, boy, I don't know." Rob sighed and stood straight "So, um, why aren't you just telling her straight forward again?" he asked and began to pace around Tom.
Tom couldn't help but let a sound of anguish slip his lips. Even he didn't know what he was thinking, but he was stubborn.
"I'm like twenty and she's what? Just turned eighteen?"
Rob choked on a laugh "So?" he turned towards Tommy and snickered quaintly "That's like, what? Two years?"
"Exactly! It's weirdddd. Why do I have to like her?"
Robert's eyes looked intently at Tom's form sitting on a prop box.
The cast was on break, most of the cast, because you were filming a scene with Anthony right now. Tommy found this to be a perfect time to ask Robert about his little (big) crush on you and how he should act on it.
"Well that's simple," Rob said and smiled; beginning to pace circles around the young brit "because she's very smart. Her brains are unmatchable. She has really, almost glowing eyes. A beautifully perfect fit for her face, if I say so. (Y/n) is also really fucking funny and honestl–"
"Alright, I got it!" Tom sneered, glaring at Robert. Jealousy. "So what?"
"Once she gets done, in twenty two seconds, tell her." Robert smirked, stopping in place. He was quite sure of himself.
"Hell no–"
"Hey Tom! Rob~" you waved.
"Holy shit..." Tom muttered.
"More like," Robert snickered "Ah shit!" he exclaimed as he stumbled a bit toward Tom, knocked him off his box and into a standing position "Sorrryyy Tommy! Didn't actually see you there, ha ha. I'll have to go now, I hear, like, god calling; I need to pray. Adios!!"
And then Rob left the room.
"Idiot." you laughed and walked a bit toward Tom. "What's up with him?"
"O-Oh like he said. Needs to pray." Tommy laughed quietly "Pray that I don't kill him and everything he loves."
"Hm?" you hummed and tilted your head up to look into his chocolate eyes.
"Oh nothing~" the brunette said.
"You kinda' look like you have something to say..." you laughed.
Tom took one deep breath and you prepared yourself to listen; smiling to yourself kindly.
"That you are really really fucking pretty and nice and kind and I like your acting style and the way you do your hair and that you are almost sassy but also considerate and that you can help people without even saying anything and really just that–"
You couldn't help you eyes widening in internal shock as the brit ranted on; smile faltering. Apparently Tom saw that as a sigh you thought he was insanely stupid for feeling the way he was.
"Oh my– I'm really sorry. I know I'm like twenty and you just turned eighteen but... but like, I have this like.... I'm sorry.." his look fell to the floor, eyes misty.
A hearty laugh bellowed from your throat before you noticed he was going to cry.
"Oh my god, Tom!" your hands flew to his cheeks, panicky. You drew his head to look at your face. "No, no don't cry! You're okay, this is fine, you aren't weird for this." you explained softly.
Tom sniffed a bit. "Really...?"
"Yes, it isn't weird that you are twenty and I'm eighteen. Two years could mean jack shit to me." you went to pepper his face with small kisses, landing one softly on his lips.
"This is okay."