Holland's & Harrison Imagines

The Damn Party (T.H)

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Dragged to a party that you didn't want to attend and then stranded by the only person you know there, it's only when He comes and rescues you that things start to get interesting.

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Two hours. You had been at this damn party for two straight hours and you still weren't having any fun. That wasn't to say the party itself wasn't fun; the dozens of people falling over themselves while they danced, drank or just simply talked seemed to indicate that they were having a good time, but you hadn't wanted to be there in the first place and your feelings definitely hadn't changed since you arrived.

Your best friend was the reason you was here, of course. They had dragged you out of your house earlier in the day, demanding that you needed to spend more time together, little did you know that their plans involved going to a damn house party where you knew literally nobody. You didn't even know whose house you were in. All you knew was that they were apparently rich; the house was at least three floors high from what you had seen on the way in and there was a huge pool in the back garden which you had been sitting beside for the past half hour after being abandoned by your friend.

With a sigh you continued to let your feet sway in the cool water of the pool, watching the way the otherwise still water rippled with your movements in an almost hypnotic state. The majority of the people were inside the house, dancing and grinding to the music you could still hear and feel the pulse of from outside. Despite not wanting to be there though, you found that the atmosphere was serene and quiet, almost peaceful compared to the chaos occurring behind you in the house.

It was only when someone came and sat beside you that you were shaken from your calm state of mind. You jumped slightly as their arm brushed against yours as they moved to sit beside you, immediately dipping in the feet in the water and mimicking your movements as they let their feet sway.

"Do I know you?" you questioned, a little too rudely but didn't make a move to correct your tone as you looked at the person beside you, trying to decipher if you thought of him as a threat or not; after all there were very few people outside meaning fewer witnesses if the guy beside you tried to drown you. Yes, the idea was a little farfetched, but you can never be too safe.

It was hard to think of this guy as a threat though. He seemed to carry an air of ease about him that immediately made you feel more comfortable around it. Perhaps it was the warmth in his brown eyes, or the carefree smile that tugged at his lips and didn't seem to fade; whatever it was, it made you trust him to an extent, though you were still cautious.

Regardless of your tone, the boy's carefree smile seemed to grow at your words and a soft, breathy laugh escaped his lips as he looked from the pool to you, catching your eye for a moment before your face erupted in an obvious blush, making you turn your head from his stare.

"I don't think so, love," he extended a hand in your direction and you clasped yours in his, "I'm Tom."

You nodded to yourself as you retracted your hand and let your eyes ghost over to the pool again, not noticing the boy's expectant stare on your profile until he cleared his throat and looked at you with expectant eyes. "Do you have a name, or should I just keep calling you 'love'?"

You stuttered as your face heated up once again at your obliviousness before telling him your name. Tom nodded for a moment, seeming to let your name hang in the air as he contemplated something before he spoke up again. "So, tell me, Y/N, why aren't you inside with the rest of the party."

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I asked first." He quipped back, eyebrows raised with his teasing smile growing as he waited for your response. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, surprised by how easily you were able to talk to Tom, a complete stranger when mere minutes before you were too scared to socialise with anyone else in the party.

"The rest of the party was boring me," you said finally, not noticing the way Tom's eyebrows lifted in surprise or the slight smirk on his lips since you were facing forwards as you spoke.

"And why's that, love." You wanted to tell him to stop calling you 'love' since he knew your name now, there was no need for silly pet-names. But something stopped you. Something about the way it rolled off his tongue as he talked to you made you want to hear it coming from him again, and again, and again.

"I don't do parties for a start, my friend dragged me here against my free will and then abandoned me and I don't actually know anyone here. I don't even know whose house we're in, do you?" Tom let out a soft laugh and turned his head, so you could see his face, confusing you but you didn't comment on it.

"So, you're saying you would rather not be here?" he asked, subtly avoiding your question which you didn't pick up on, and you nodded your head, "Want to get out of here then?" your eyed widened at the suggestion but you couldn't help feeling intrigued. Yes, you'd only known this guy for a few minutes and yes, you only knew his name. But there was something that made you trust him, something you couldn't put your finger on.

You watched as Tom stood from his seat beside you and picked up his shoes with one hand, holding out the other to you for you to take. Hesitantly, you slipped your hand in his and allowed him to help you stand up as you picked up your own shoes, your hand not leaving his as you began moving towards the house once again.

You'd barely made it a few feet into the house when you felt an arm sling around your shoulder, almost knocking you over as the person leaned on you, completely relying on you to hold their weight. Tom's hand held yours tighter as he helped, you to stay upright and you let a small smile grace your lips at the action before turning to the person who was leaning against you, looking into the glazed over eyes of your best friend.

"Y/N," they cried happily, their breath carrying the stench of alcohol giving an indication to the activities they had been doing while they abandoned you. You could only sigh in response as you tried to help them stand on their own, seemingly fighting a losing battle until Tom helped you.

"Oh, hey Tom." Your best friend said, a slightly surprised tone in their slurred voice as they caught sight of you with Tom, "Cool party by the way."

You froze as the words registered in your mind and you began blushing for the third time in the time span of ten minutes in front of Tom as your best friends' words registered in your mind.

"Thanks, Y/B/F/N. Enjoy the rest of the evening." You couldn't even look at him. You tried to wriggle your hand out of his grasp, but he only held on tighter as he led you through the rest of the house and the more people you passed, the more people began congratulating Tom on his 'awesome party'.

It was only when you were outside once again in the front yard that Tom released your hand, allowing you to take a few steps away from him as you tried to calm your blushing face. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole in that moment but knew that you would have to face Tom eventually. With a heavy sigh you turned back around so you could peer up at Tom's face, seeing a smug smirk on his face that made you want to cover your face with your hands.

"You could've told me it was your damn party." You muttered without meeting his eyes, shuffling your feet in the ground after putting your shoes back on.

"You didn't ask."

"I did too!" you all but yelled as you finally looked into his eyes, "I asked if you knew whose house this was, and you didn't give me an answer."

You probably sounded like a whining child but couldn't care less, you were utterly embarrassed already after telling Tom all about how boring you thought his party was, there was nothing you could say now to make matters worse. Tom only laughed as he watched your little 'tantrum' (if you could even call it that) and it made your face flush even more with embarrassment.

"Okay I'm sorry I didn't tell you it was my party," he said eventually, not wanting to make you suffer in your embarrassment any longer, "But my offer still stands if you want to get out of here."

"You can't leave your own party." You objected though you secretly wanted to go with him.

"Sure, I can," he smirked, holding out his hand once again for you to take, "So, are you coming."

Once again, you hesitated before slipping your hand in his. You welcomed the soft smile that graced your lips as his hand clasped yours tightly as you began walking away from the house, the sounds of the pulsing music gradually getting fainter as you and Tom fled from the scene of his party.