Tom Holland Imagines

Art Class

You sat at your usual spot, looking out your window, staring at your ark work. You were wearing a soft baggy shirt and sweat pants. Your hair was down and in soft waves across your shoulders. You were drawing two people dancing on a bridge, well, trying too. You sighed while staring at the end result in your mind. Images of you and Peter (who was someone you were dating), came to mind and you started to blush. You shook it off and tried to focus again. You stared at the the bridge.

"Ugh." You groaned. You couldn't figure out where to start or how to get their bodies right. You knew you were a good drawer but for some reason dancing positions were just confusing and hard for you.

"Well, merp." You said, sighing. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. You jumped from your chair and looked everywhere.

"What in the world?" You said confused. It sounded like something hit the window. You heard it again. You walked over to your window and saw your boyfriend,Peter,  throwing rocks at your window. You gasped and opened the window smiling.

"WPeter! What are you doing here?" You laughed.

"I had to see you, Y/n." He said looking at you with adornment. You blushed and stared to play with your hair.

"I just saw you yesterday." You teased.

"I know and it has felt like a lifetime." He said. He looked like a little puppy wanting to come in, and it killed you inside.

"May I come in, please?" He asked with his big dough eyes. Gosh, you could get lost in those forever and never get bored at them.

"Okay, okay! But be quiet. I don't want my parents to hear you." You said. Peter grinned widely and got himself through your window and into your room. You both were close to each other now with complete silence. He stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

"What?" You said looking at the floor, nervously.

"I . . . I can't believe you're my girlfriend. I can't believe that I get to call you my girl." He said blushing a little. You died inside and the butterflies went crazy in your stomach.

"Awwww, Peter. I don't deserve you." You said looking at the ground again.

"No, I don't deserve you." He said softly. He walked closer to you and looked at your lips. You felt your heart beating out of your chest. He grabbed your hand and ran his warm hands up your arm onto your cheeks. Slowly, he brought you into a passionate kiss. You ran your hands over to his biceps and felt them. They felt like grapefruits! He continued to kiss you all over you face with little soft kisses. His lips were so soft and his little tiny warm breathes would give you goosebumps. He made you feel so good. He was about to get to your neck until your brain turned back on and you realized that you to weren't alone. You broke the kiss and took a breather.

"Peter, I don't think we should be doing this, here.....now." You said sadly. He took a deep breath and looked at the ground.

"You're right. And I don't want to get you in trouble." He said slowly making his way to the window. You felt so bad because you wanted him to stay but you didn't want to get in trouble. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

"Y/n! You were drawing??" He asked excitedly, looking like a little puppy waging it's tail.

"Yeah, uh...well...trying." You giggled. You and Peter were art buddies and you both LOVED to draw and talk about art. Speaking of which, he was a piece of art himself. He walked over to your desk and looked at you drawing.

"What was your vision?" He asked looking at you with a smile on his face.

"Well, I was trying to draw two people dancing on a bridge-" You started.

"I hope we can do that one day." He said smirking at you. You giggled and nodded your head. Ugh, he killed you so much.

"I'm having trouble drawing their positions though." You said.

"Oh! Well let me help." He gestured. You nodded with excitement and sat down in your chair, grabbing a sharp pencil. Peter was hovering over you with his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay, sooo....what now?" You asked. He wrapped his strong arm around you and took your hand. He started to move your hand with his and made some outlines of the persons positions.

"How's this?" He asked kissing your cheek. You blushed and nodded your head.

"That looks really good." He was so close to your face that some of his soft hair was tickling the side of your face. You started to laugh and Peter looked at you confused.

"What? Does it look bad?" He asked thinking about the drawing.

"No, no," You answered still laughing. "Your hair was tickling me." You said but then quickly regretting it. His expression quickly changed into a big grin.

"Oh, is that so?" He smirked. "Crap", you thought. He then picked you up and tickled you everywhere. You were laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. You hated it but kinda liked it when he would tickle you. He dropped you on your bed and laughed as he continued to tickle you.

"Peter . .. . Peter, stop-" You tried to say. "My mom ...is gonna hear me!" Peter suddenly stopped and you could breathe again.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it." He said still grinning at you. His face was so close to yours and you could see his big beautiful brown eyes.

"Hmmm, hm." You replied, getting lost in those little chocolates of his. Suddenly, your door opened and there was your mom. Her mouth was dropped open when she saw you two ON THE BED WITH Peter ON TOP OF YOU. You quickly got up and ran to her. Peter looked embarrassed and scratched his head.

"Mom, it's not what it looks like! We were just-" You tried saying.

"Y/n, come with me right now." She said giving me the death stare. She then walked out of my room leaving Peter and I in silence.

"Well, crap." You added.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-" He said with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Peter, it's not your fault." You said.

"But it is!" He said painfully. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. You felt his heart beat and the warmth of his broad chest. He laid his chin ontop of yours and wrapped his arms around you. As much as you wanted to continue to have him hold you, you knew your mom was waiting.

"You need to go, Peter. My mom is waiting for me." You said letting go of the hug.

"Right." He sighed and started to walk over to the window. He opened it up and stuck his leg out the window. Turning his head to you, he let you see how sorry he was for getting you in trouble. It broke your heart to see him like this.

"I really am sorry. I'll make it up to you!" He said, his eyebrows furrowed. You smiled a little and gave him a kiss goodbye. He kissed you back and then hopped out of the window.

"Y/n!" Your mom yelled. You sighed and waved bye to him as you watched him run down the street. You felt so bad but you didn't regret the time you and Peter spent.

"Y/n, NOW!" Your mom yelled again. You got up and walked down the hallway, hoping your mom would understand and not be REALLY upset with you.