THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

long distance; tom holland

Written by: @/peterparkyourassonme

pairing: tom holland x reader
word count: 1,342. more than thought, tell me if you want a part two to this.
summary: you and tom meet each other on the internet.
warning: none, (y/f/n) means your friends name, the friend is not described as any gender, you can chose. I think you got it.

'yo, you have a new number right?'

'this is (Y/n) by the way' you sent your friend who just got a new number a text.

'I don't know a (Y/n)' the person, who you thought was (your friends name), texted back.

'ha ha very funny, (y/f/n)' you responded as you rolled your eyes at your screen.

'this is not (y/f/n), I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong number mate' the now stranger texted back.

'oh, sorry my bad'. You felt really awkward.

'I am Tom by the way'. You were surprised that he kept the conversation going.

'nice to meet you Tom'

'nice to met you to (Y/n)'.

Weeks had gone by and you and Tom had talked everyday over text. Tom really wanted to video chat, but you were a bit scared. What if he wasn't this total awesome, British, twenty one year old, but some weird creep. Maybe your friends even scammed you to prank you. Every time he asked to see your face you got out of it. But not today.

'What are you doing rn?' Tom asked.

'Not much tbh, pretty sad if you think about it, it's Saturday night lol' You replied.

'Want some company?' He asked.

'What do you mean' You sighed as you knew what he was gonna say.

'Call me or I can call you, whatever you want'. You rolled your eyes.

'Tom..' You hit send and started typing again. But he already responded.

'Come on (Y/n). I wanna see how pretty you are'. If you didn't trust him, that would be the creepiest thing ever.

'You know what, fuck it. Call me'. You hit send with slight regret.

incoming face time call from 'tom'

accept.

You were greeted with the face of a very handsome smiling young man. Brown hair, brown eyes. Very cute features. Both of you were looking at each other with adoration. Stunned by one another's beauty.

'Hi' You said with a little grin. 'Wow, I mean hi, (Y/n)' Tom almost choked on his spit. 'You. You're. You're beautiful'. 'Not so bad yourself' You said and laughed.

You sat in silence for a bit.

'Talk to me. I want to hear your voice, love'. You could hear Tom was desperately flirting with you.

You and Tom had gotten closer and closer. The line between best friends and soulmates was almost transparent.

You were sitting on your bed with (y/f/n). You were giggling at you phone, because you were texting Tom. (y/f/n) rolled their eyes. They could see you were texting him, because you were always blushing if you were.

They grabbed your phone. 'Hey! I was texting-' You got cut off. 'Tom? Yeah I know. This silly little boyfriend of yours is distracting you'

'He's not my boyfriend!' You did not want them to see your conversation with him. 'Whatever (Y/n). He's distracting you! From college and from your friends! I'm deleting his number'. They tapped on your phone while your jaw dropped. His phone number was the only thing you had of him. 'No!'. You were not ready to lose Tom to (Y/f/n). They could not do this to you. 'Blocked and deleted, now you can have your phone back. Thank me later' They were very proud of them self and found the whole situation hilarious.