Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

19: Happy Birthday

(In honor of my 16th on the 16th of September!!)

"He's been attracting quite a crowd all day," I told my friend, slapping a file onto her side of the table.

The large camera flashed, and both me and Janie blinked.

"He's a handsome one," she said back, rubbing the bridge of her nose and leaning back in her chair. "Of course he's attracting a crowd."

Her dark eyebrow rose in his direction, but I chose to look at her instead.

She bit down on a blood-red lip as she watched him.

"But this isn't a crowd of photographers." I opened the file, attempting to draw her attention back to it. "This is a crowd of young beautiful models."

Janie gave me a half-lidded 'you're an idiot' look with just her eyes. Her eyes were black, and if she stared at you long enough like this you'd look away ashamed. "And you're surprised?"

Her tone was very sarcastic.

I poked the photos in the file with my finger very pointedly. "No, I'm not surprised. This boy is a chick magnet."

The large camera flashed again, and Janie retreated into her dark curls. "That's so bright," she muttered.

I blinked a couple times as I looked down at the photos. "Let's make this one black and white."

Janie blinked her heavily made-up eyes. "Now everything is black and white."

I gave her a side-eyed glare. "Please be serious for once. I don't need you acting like Movie Star over there."

Janie once again rose her eyebrow in Movie Star's direction. "He's gonna hear you."

I smacked my hand down on the folder. "I don't give a damn. If anything, it'll stroke his over-grown ego! Which, if I'm correct, which I know I am, he'll enjoy!"

Janie clicked her tongue, and finally glanced down at the photos. "Oh no, this one will most definitely kill some poor fangirls in black and white."

I crossed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Good lord. This man will be the death of me."

"At least it's a very good looking death," Janie murmured back, tapping a key on her keyboard.

"You're as bad as those models!" I slapped another folder down as the camera flashed again. The photographer and models praised Movie Star while I avoided making any eye contact. "I bet this'll all go to his head."

Janie scoffed. "Nah, he's too cute for that. We wouldn't let him."

I bit down on my lip. "He's too cute for his own good. One of these days I'll climb his ego and jump to his IQ, effectively killing myself."

Janie glared at me. "You know he's not stupid, Y/N. If you jump from his ego to his IQ the most you'll do is trip. Over his IQ, mind you."

"Oh, in that case, I'll just settle for hanging around him for about ten minutes. In that time, I'll most likely choke on a combination of overpriced cologne and his cloud of self righteousness." I gave Janie a look to signal her not to comment back.

"You're as bad as you're describing him to be," Janie muttered, clearly having not seen my visual signal. "I'll bet he's really sweet."

"He looks like a tall glass of water, but he's candy covered misery," I sang.

Janie flipped through the new folder. "This picture of him might also kill some fangirls."

"Good!" I quipped. "Less dumb girls to trip over his falsetto and charisma and bravado!"