Holland's & Harrison Imagines

Bathroom Fun (T.H)

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Only having lived with Tom for a couple of months, what are you supposed to do when he starts calling your name from behind the bathroom door?
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You'd been letting him stay in your apartment for just over five months when the accident occurred. You hadn't known him personally when he first turned up at your door with Harrison at his side, he was simply someone your best friend talked about a lot. All you had really known about Tom Holland was that he moved around a lot but was now looking for somewhere to settle down at for a few weeks while he found his own place.

Of course, Harrison's technique at ensuring you offered Tom a place to stay had simply been to just turn up with him at your front door without any warning and with the majority of Tom's belongings packed up in boxes by their feet. And obviously, you weren't going to turn them both away when they had clearly spent hours dragging the mountains of boxes up the four flights of stairs to your apartment, so you had begrudgingly let Tom stay in the spare room while Harrison crashed on the couch, too exhausted to go back to his own place after the three of you lugged all of Tom's things into his room.

Now five months down the line, it was safe to say you knew Tom a lot better than when he moved in. Perhaps it was the multitude of midnight conversations you had shared after spending entire days just watching movies that brought you closer together. Or maybe it was the numerous times he had helped you after a particularly bad dream, sitting with you until you fell asleep, that made you feel more comfortable around him.

Or perhaps it was because of the countless number of times you had caught him walking around the apartment half naked or completely nude. Whether it was after he had just emerged from a shower or in the middle of the night as he grabbed a glass of water, you constantly found yourself in the presence of Tom's semi-naked body.

He always found such situations amusing; laughing at the way you would blush and hide your face behind your hands or try to escape the situation by backing up too quickly, resulting in objects being knocked off cabinets and smashing all over the floor.

So, as you heard a loud crash from the bathroom, followed by a lot of swearing and then the sound of your name coming from Tom's lips, you were cautious in your response, worried you would find yourself in another awkward situation with Tom teasing you while you stuttered out a scolding about clothes being mandatory at all times in the apartment. Nevertheless, you stood from your seat in the living room, pausing the tv on the film you had been watching as you made your way to the bathroom door.

"Tom?" You called out as you knocked on the door softly, wondering if you had heard him right in his calling of your name.

"It's open," was his short reply and your eyes widened at the statement. You knew he wanted you to enter the room but you were worried about the sight that would befall you if you did, not wanting to be caught in yet another embarrassing situation.

"Um... are you decent?" Your voice took on a high-pitched squeak as you asked the question, making you want to crawl in a hole and you closed your eyes in annoyance with yourself.

"Just come in, Y/N." You heard him sight and you slowly let the door crack open, peaking in and screeching at the sight before you.

Tom lay on the bathroom floor at an awkward angle, a pool of water from the open shower around him with the majority of your showering products on the shower floor, some of the bottles split so the contents of them spilt out onto the floor, getting washed away with the water into the drain. You sighed at the mess before taking in the sight again, noticing immediately that yet again, he was not wearing any damn clothes.