THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

At the Ballet + Tom Holland

Written by:@/ toms-accent

Summary: A night at the ballet leads to more than you would ever expect or think. 

Warnings: None, just shameless flirting!

Words: 774

You had been practicing for months, practically your whole life, for this moment; you were about to go onstage to dance in your opening night of the Nutcracker. Everything was right, your hair was perfect, your tutu was prim and pristine, and your nerves were through the roof. The large red curtain was just coming up, the overture beginning as your sauntered out towards center stage. You danced your heart out, before quickly bowing and exiting the stage as the rest of the girls dashed towards where you just were. 

You let out a deep sigh, moving towards a mirror and checking your appearance. You only had about two numbers before you had to be back on stage, then a quick change and then back onto the stage again. It was a stressful thing to do, but ballet was your passion and you practically lived and breathed it. 

Tom chatted eagerly with his family and Harrison as they sat down in the red velvet seats. Tonight they were starting a new holiday tradition of going to the ballet the week of Christmas and the Nutcracker was the ballet to start off the festive week. If Tom was being honest, he missed ballet. He missed the structure, the elegance, and the grace of it all. When Nikkie and Dom brought up the idea of seeing the show, Tom jumped at the chance to say what a great mind they had. 

As the lights went down and the curtain went up Tom’s eyes dazzled with joy and wonder of the beautiful scene in front of him. The orchestra buzzed with excitement as you walked onto the stage with your back straight and your arms bent. Tom leaned forward in his seat slightly, intrigued by your elegance and beauty. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you leaped and turned and pranced, he had never seen anything so beautiful as you in this moment. 

When you made your way off the stage after your first dance Harrison leaned into Tom’s shoulder and whispered to him, “Who was that?” 

“I don’t know but…bloody hell, I’m gonna find out.”

You gave your final bow with the company before exiting the stage and making your way towards your dressing room with quick steps. You entered the small room, flowers dressing the space with vibrant pinks and creams and greens. You took your earrings off first before sitting down and taking off your creme point shoes eagerly, your feet were screaming at you and you gladly ceased their cries. The tutu came off next and then your tights, then your leotard and makeup. You took your hair down from the tight bun, changing to an easy half-up/half-down style to tame your waves. 

Then came a knock on your door.

“Yes?” You asked as you wrapped up in your robe to answer the door. You opened it to find your stage manager who gave you a warm smile, “Hello, Miss. You have a guest.” You nodded and moved to pull out your street clothes, “Tell them I’ll only be another couple of minutes. Thank you, darling.” 

They nodded and gently closed your door as they walked away. You quickly changed and put on a simple amount of makeup to be presentable before calling the stage manager and asking them to let them in. You quickly cleaned your counter and hung up your costume before hearing the knock on the door.

“Hello!” You said as you opened it, seeing a face that you had only seen on a movie screen, “Oh my god, you‘re Tom Holland!” You laughed out as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek as a hello.

“Yes, and you are (y/n) (y/l/n)! May I say that you were absolutely stunning tonight?” He winked at you in a charming way which you blushed at deeply. You nodded and laughed as he moved into your dressing room.

“Yes you may, and what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked as you welcomed him in, gesturing to the room. He walked around it, smiling down at the flowers and stopping to feel the petals of a bouquet, “Oh, I came by to tell you what a wonderful job you did tonight and that you’re coming to dinner with me.”

You felt your jaw drop as he looked over and smirked at you, “Isn’t that a little forward?”

“I’m hoping it will work in my favor.”

“What makes you think it will?” 

“The look in your eyes. Am I correct?” He cocked an eyebrows to you smugly.

“You most certainly are,” You said eagerly.

“Then come along, darling.”