Tom Holland Imagines

Ground Rules - 3🔥[Tom Holland]

"No hard feelings right?"

You say this more or less for yourself, trying to justify your decision.

Your feet smooth over the hard wood floor as you make your way to your choice of bed for the night, but the decision felt way heavier than that.

You felt a dull buzz in your head, the coming of a headache as you thought over the circumstance quickly.

Haz had always been there for you, your protector, your friend, your place of comfort. He always stretched his arms out for you, and cradled and cared for you, and this was hisapartment that you have been so graciously staying in all this time.

And then there was Tom, this dark haired boy who all but scooped you up and saved you multiple times now. He was a smooth-talker, handsome, cheeky, and you felt a connection with him right away; he had the same kind and accepting aura as Haz.

You kinda liked it, but you like Harrison.

You shut your eyes as you neared, running towards one boy pushing through him to enter his room. You quickly pull him inside with little resistance and shut the door gingerly behind you.

"Wasn't expecting that," a breathy laugh comes from behind you.

You turn from the door, leaning against
it to face a curly-haired boy, rubbing his thumb under his jaw as he fights a victorious smile.

Your stomach drops, as you run through the decision in your mind again.

Haz has a girlfriend. He has a girlfriend; it's NOT cool to take advantage of that.

You hear the soft slam of the other door, Haz in his room now presumably. You bring your hands to your head smoothing your hair back as you whisper in disbelief,

"I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I chose you."

Tom feigned being hurt, holding a hand to his chest as he laughed, "Ouch!" He turned to move around his room, rummaging through his boxes again to find some clothes to change into.

You move away from the door, thinking about how maybe you really are just a cat in this home, sitting in everyone's lap but their owner's. I mean where do the lines of loyalty lie, and where do they end?

Haz must be hurt...

You bit your lip, and blink hard, walking towards the edge of the bed and throwing you bag beside it. You sigh loudly, and sit, then lay back on his bed, it was actually made nicely. You had your legs dangling over the side, but your hands were held over your head, and your hair splayed out over the comforter.

You take a few blinks, staring up at his white ceiling, then bring your attention back to Tom, who's standing facing you now. He pulls his shirt off in front of you, making your eyes shift away before catching a peek at his toned body.

"You made the right choice, Y/N."

Tom flings his shirt at you, landing right on your face. You squeak softly, pulling the fabric off, momentarily intoxicated by his scent. He smelled like expensive cologne. You take it and bring it to your lap as you sit up, your eyebrows furrowed tight.

Tom's unbuckling his pants by then and looks at you suggestively, "Privacy?"

You turn your cheek, looking outside the window as you hear the rustling of him changing, unknowingly balling your hands into fists with his shirt. You felt your ears grow hot, and tapped your foot impatiently.

"It would be no good for you to go with Harrison," Tom continued, his breath hitched as you assumed he was jumping out of his pants, "You know he has a girl—"