Holland's & Harrison Imagines

Good Morning Smiles (T.H)

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Having only been dating for a few weeks, you wake up for the first time in Tom's bed and from there the morning just gets better.

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With a soft smile spreading across your lips you couldn't help but let the memory of the night before replay on your mind. Tom had made the whole evening amazing: being a perfect gentleman at dinner, he didn't even let his ego get in the way of letting you pay half of the bill at the end of the meal, something you deeply admired.

But of course, the end of the date had been the best part and even the thought of it had your skin tingling with the ghost of his gentle caresses against your skin. Even your lips still felt the touch of his kiss and you couldn't help but bring a hand up to cover the ever-growing grin spreading across your face, before rolling over to cuddle into Tom's side.

Except, he wasn't there.

Instantly, your smile fell a confused frown as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed, grabbing one of Tom's discarded shirts from the floor and slipping it over your frame as you began your search for him. But it wasn't long before you saw, or rather, heard and smelt him pottering about in the kitchen, constant swears spilling from his lips while he stood in only a grey pair of sweatpants in front of the stove, a heavy smell of burning food drifting through the air.

Choosing not to interrupt him, you stand back and let him continue what he was doing, leaning your shoulder against the closest wall while you suppressed your laughter as he quickly grew exasperated by the eggs not cooking the way he wanted them to. It was only when the softest of chuckles spluttered unwillingly from your lips that he noticed you, turning around and looking like a deer caught in headlights as his eyes met yours.

"I didn't wake you, did I love?"

You shake your head, no before moving closer towards the crime scene he was creating for himself, half of the food already burnt to a crisp while some of it still looked salvageable.

"I was trying to surprise you with breakfast," You practically swooned at his words and hastened to lean up and peck his cheek, smiling softly as you turned back to the mess he'd made before subtly nudging him away from it, his body heat besides you on top of the heat from the stove in front of you quickly become too much.

But not getting the message, he tried to do his best to help, standing over you while you cooked until all you could do was bump your hip against his in an attempt to get him to leave the question. It was only after a few minutes of this occurrence happening, however, that he eventually took the hint, shuffling towards the kitchen door before turning and asking why you didn't want the help.

"I can't concentrate if you don't have a shirt on," You said unabashedly, not noticing the smirk that immediately lit up his face as he back-tracked and turned you so that he could peck your lips softly,

"Oh, so I'm a distraction for you, eh?"

You could only scoff and push him away gently, turning back to the food to try and rescue it while you told him to put some more clothes on. Before long, he was back in the kitchen with a plain thin white t-shirt covering his torso, his muscles still on display through the fabric (though this time you weren't complaining). He settled himself against the wall, mimicking your earlier posture as he watched you work around the kitchen, admiring the way you knew exactly where everything was as if you'd been living in his apartment for years.

So caught up in his own thoughts, Tom barely noticed you setting down two plates of food at the table until the scent of much better smelling food hit him. He rushed to the table, eager to see what you had managed to salvage from his food and being pleasantly surprised by how good it all looked.

"What were you thinking about just now?" You ask him suddenly while preoccupying yourself with cutting up your food.

Tom hesitates before answering, deciding to be 100% honest as he says, "Nothing, I just... I think my Mum would really love you,"

You blush furiously at his words, not knowing where they could have come from seeing as you have only been seeing each other for a few weeks so things weren't exactly serious yet. But those thoughts still didn't stop the smile that crept up your face, feeling warm inside knowing that Tom thought of stuff like that: thinking of the future.

The rest of breakfast was eaten in a comfortable silence, huge grins lighting up both of your faces every time you made eye contact with each other across the table, acting like love-sick teenagers as you both got lost in your own thoughts.