Tom Holland/ Peter Parker imagines:

Late Night Fight:

It was late. Really late. You had stayed up, of course, to make sure that Tom would get home safe and happy. But as the time ticked on and on, worry filled your body. Several missed calls and unread texts later, you were starting to go into full on panic mode. You even tried to phone Haz, but he didn't pick up either.

Tears clouded your eyes as you tried to breathe. He'll be fine, Y/N. Don't be stupid. But there was still a voice shouting at the back of your head, still a voice which made you doubt the useless things you were saying to reassure yourself.

Tom could be hurt. Or worse.

The sound of the door unlocking snapped you from your trance. A few stray tears had fallen, maybe because of how tired you were or how scared you had gotten yourself. Loud bangs echoed into the living room where you sat, on the edge of the sofa. Tom waltzed in. His hair was a mess, his walking slightly out of place, and his jacket half off. He took a look at you. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, before he rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired." He shrugged off his jacket, making his way to the door. Anger managed to overtake your body. He was tired. He was fucking tired?!

"Where have you been?" It came out louder than you had expected, left your lips faster than it was meant to. Tom looked you up and down. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Out." You rolled your eyes.

"No shit. Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"What is this, some kind of fucking interrogation?!" You crossed your arms angrily across your chest.

"I've been worried sick for 3 hours, and that's all you could say? You said 'i'll be back before one' and what time is it now? Half 3 in the fucking morning!" Tom exhaled deeply.

"It would've been fine if you had at least text me saying you were okay! But you couldn't even be arsed to do that!" Then, Tom got angry too. He stepped forward to meet you.

"For fuck sake, Y/N! Why are you so clingy? I  havent seen Haz for 6 weeks,  so I go out and meet him for a drink and I come home to get interrogated by my girlfriend who thinks she always knows best! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?! You're saying you wouldn't be worried?"

"I would be worried but I don't cling onto you like a lost fucking puppy!"

"There's a big difference between clingy and caring, Tom. A big difference."

Tom scoffed. "Oh really? I wouldn't know, though, would I? Because my girlfriend confuses them all the time so I can't have my own fucking life!" You went to open your mouth but stopped.

"You're so annoying! I can't even go anywhere without having the fear of seeing you there, waiting for me. It's pathetic! No wonder why I enjoy going away! Because your not fucking there to check up on every step I take!" You crossed your arms over your chest once again.

Maybe you were being a bit unfair. Before you could say abything, however, Tom turned around and headed for the door.

"W-where are you going?" You tried to shout, but it came out as more of a whimper. He swung the door open, pausing before replying,

"Out." You watched him slam the door shut. Tears clouded your vision as your stormed upstairs to yours and Tom's shared bedroom. Angrily, you flung onto the bed, hitting your face into the pillow and clinging onto the duvet. Tom was gone at half 3 in the morning. You were more worried now than you were before.

Great. I've just made it worse.

Morning rolled round quicker than you thought it would. When you awoke, your head was pounding. You looked at the clock next to your bed; 10:39. A groan escaped your lips. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed. Your feet carried you to the kitchen, where you poured a glass of water and downed the whole thing in 2 seconds flat.

You headed over to the living room. Like you expected, it was empty. Sitting on the sofa, you checked to see if anyone had texted you. A message from Haz displayed itself on the screen.

Hey, Y/N/N, Tom's at mine. Dk what's happened but he's pretty upset xx

You sighed, switching it off. Your head rolled back, repeatingly hitting itself on the back of the sofa; fighting with Tom was the worst thing. You were so lost in millions of thoughts that you didn't hear the door opening. The more you thought, the more your head hurt. The more your head hurt, the more you wanted to cry.

"Y/N/N?" Quickly, you stood up. You spum around to face the voice. Tom.
He looked a mess. Even more of a mess than last night. It was obvious by his looks he had been up all night. His hair was messy, his clothes crinkled, and his eyes were blood shot.

You could tell he was sorry without saying anything. He didn't have to. He looked down at the floor, fiddling with his hands.

"I'm sor-"

"Shut up." His eyes snapped back up to meet yours. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"W-what?" You walked up to him, stroking his cheek gently.

"No apologies, okay?" He reluctantly nodded his head. You opened your arm to him. He gladly accepted, engulfing you into his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling into his frame. He lighlty placed kisses on the crook of your neck, stroking your hair softly.

"I really am sorry, Y/N. I'm an idiot and dick-"

"Don't apologize!" You tugged his hair lightly. "I'm sorry too." He chuckled, pulling you back to look into your eyes.

"I love you." You smiled, closing the gap between the two of you. Your lips met, melting away any sign of regret and burning a new sense of lust inside the both of you.