THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Tommy's Girl (Tom Holland)

   written by:@/ nothingbutimagines  

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Tom calls Y/N to see what time they would be home while they are still hanging out on set with Cole. But, when Y/N thinks they hung up on Tom, Tom overhears their conversation with Cole.

Author: Dizzy

You sat in Cole's dressing room, drinking and laughing with him. You loved times like this, where you could relax after work with one of your best friends. You sat close to Cole, his arm around you while he told a story of him and his brother, a story you'd never heard before.

There was a moment of pause in Cole's story because you two were laughing so hard and the memory. It was then that your phone rang, the loud staccato of your ringtone broke the laughter and you cleared your throat to answer it.

"Hello?" You answered and slapped Cole's arm in an attempt to quiet him.

"Hey, babe. When are you coming home? I was thinking about making dinner soon." Tom's voice echoed through the phone.

You smiled, played with the hem of your shirt as you spoke. "I don't know. I'll be home in an hour maybe? Cole and I are just hanging out."

"Oh okay. Do you mind picking up some onions on your way home? I'm going to go through all of the ones we have. I'm making that spaghetti you love."

You couldn't help but gasp at the mention of your favorite meal. "Really? Tom, you like never make that."

"Well, I was thinking since you've been eating take out with Cole and working hard so much lately, you deserved a home cooked meal. But, you need to get the onions, okay?"

"Okay." You replied, taking a look at Cole, who was making faces at you. "Thank you, baby. I'll see you at home."

"You're welcome, love. Bye."

"Bye." You repeated and hung up.

Or at least, you thought you hung up as you set your phone down beside you.

"Sorry, Cole. Tom was just wondering when I was getting home. He's making that spaghetti I love." You apologized, the smile Tom put on your face did not falter.

"It's fine, Y/n. How have you guys been?" He asked, placing a hand on his knee.

"Good. Great, actually." You smiled, a blush crawling up your cheeks.

"That's nice. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What's up?"

"Would you ever cheat on Tom?"

The question shocked you as you sat frozen for a second, tried to process what Cole had asked and shook your head.

"No. Oh god, no. I would never cheat on Tom. I love him, Cole. He's the best damn thing to ever happen to me." You stated in an offended tone. "I should- I should go."

You stood up and started to get your things and all the while, Tom had heard every word, finally knowing that you loved him before he hung up the phone.

"I'll see you later." You muttered and walked out the door, despite Cole's begs for you to stay.

You walked out to your car, texting Tom and apologizing that you would be home later than what you said due to something coming up. You needed to drive around to take the stress off, just as you used to as a teen.

It was nine o'clock by the time you texted Tom again, an hour after you last one with you saying you would be home soon.

You were still upset by what Cole had asked, but you were not as upset as you were earlier. You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort when you walked into the home you shared with Tom.

The house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen, where a plate of spaghetti waited for you.

You assumed Tom had already went to bed as you set your bag down. You smiled to yourself and walked into the bedroom to find Tom asleep, hugging a pillow and snoring softly with the TV still on.

Without a sound, you climbed onto the bed near where he rested and ran your fingers through his hair. You smiled softly as he stirred before he woke up.

"You are one light sleeper." You laughed lightly. "Thank you for the dinner. I'll eat it soon."

Tom yawned with a lopsided smile. "How was your time with Cole?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it." You sighed.

"Oh, did something happened?" Tom asked, knowing exactly what happened, but asked nevertheless.

"Yes." You said and took in a deep breath. "But I'll tell you about it later so you can sleep and I can go eat and then come back and join you."

You ruffled his hair a little and placed a kiss on his lips before walking to the door, but was stopped when Tom said your name.

"Y/n?" His voice was soft and innocent sounding.

"Yeah, honey?"

"I love you."

You stood, shocked for a moment at what caused Tom to say those three magical words before you accepted the idea of him loving you too and confessed your own feelings softly.

"I love you, too."