✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

You're A Loser part 4

Summary: Peter had no idea you existed... till now. Who knew that just with one little text to the wrong number your whole world was about to change.

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You're A Loser

You were startled once you heard your phone began to ring. You looked at your phone suspiciously and froze up once you saw the name Peter lit up your screen. Why the hell was he ringing? 

The next ringing tone snapped you out of your trance as you hurriedly grabbed your phone, hovering your finger over the answer icon. You bit your lip nervously, leaning back in your bed as you felt your stomach begin to swarm with butterflies. 

You pressed accept without realizing, soon raising the phone to your ear. 

''Bonsoir!'' You immediately slapped your hand against your face as soon as the word left your mouth. What the hell were you thinking Y/N? 

''Uhhhh Bonsoir, Mademoiselle'' He seemed to sound as awkward as you which made you feel slightly better. Though hearing his voice over the phone left your own heart stuttering. You almost began to crave more of the beautiful sound. 

''Good day, fair maiden. What soft light through yonder window... we-we're still dong old timey stuff, right?'' You let out a small laugh. 

''Yeah, totally'' You responded also causing him to laugh. You've heard him laugh before but this one sounded a lot more genuine. You liked it, a lot.

''Look, I'm just super glad you picked up because if you hadn't then I would have had to have, like, come up with some sort of hilarious voicemail to impress you'' You could feel your cheeks begin to warm. 

''I know! Don't you hate that pressure?'' You laughed awkwardly, inwardly cringing at yourself.

''It's kinda, kinda interesting. Your voice sounds different than I remember it'' He almost sounded nervous himself but you knew Peter, he was never nervous. You smile instantly fell as your cheeks warmed even more in embarrassment. 

Oh crap, how could you not think about this? For a second time tonight you slapped your forehead again, this time slightly harder then intended causing you to let out an 'ouch'.

''Are you okay?'' Of course he heard it, could your night get any worse?

''Yeah I'm fine, just stubbed my toe on the edge of my chair'' You tried to lie quickly, your face contorting in disgust at your own lie. 

''And my voice sounds like this because...'' You paused, trying to think of something, anything. 

''... your sick?'' 

''Yes!'' You agreed to that way to quickly causing Peter to laugh. 

''I mean uhh, yeah, just a cold, nothing major'' You tried to respond in a calm tone causing Peter to laugh once more.

''Oh well that sucks!'' He lowers his voice so low that it cracks causing yourself to laugh at his impersonation of you. You covered your hand over your mouth, not wanting to sound too loud.

''But yeah... I kinda like the way it sounds so maybe.... you should get sick more often'' How could these words leave such a touching effect on your heart?

''You want me to get sick more often?'' You couldn't believe you were now teasing him over the phone.

''No-No! I mean... maybe?'' Peter responded awkwardly causing you to let out another genuine laugh.