Holland's & Harrison Imagines

Fright Night (T.H)

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Frat!Tom convinces you to go to an old-school drive in horror movie festival with him and shows you a side to him you haven't seen before.

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Fright Night was the festival that everybody on campus looked forward to all year round. Where everyone gathered on the fields huddled in blankets with piping hot drinks in hand to keep themselves warm while they sat for countless hours; catching colds while watching various horror films all night long. It was something you'd never had an interest in participating in, until that night.

"You know it's going to be fun," Practically singing a tune to his own words Tom watched you from across the room. He'd been propped up on your doorframe for what felt like an eternity, daring you to go out with him on the scariest night of the year despite the fact that you had already told him countless times that you just wanted to stay inside.

"I don't like horror movies, Holland," You all but growled as you continued to stare at the laptop screen perched upon your lap.

But not taking the hint, Tom continued to smirk as he took steps into your dorm-room before taking a seat at the edge of your bed, "I'll protect you if you get scared, darling,"

Trying to fight off a furious blush at the intensity of his gaze, you grew flustered and grabbed the first thing you saw before launching it in Tom's direction though it did little to settle the giddy nervousness you felt when you caught him looking at you like that.

Of course, you knew that it didn't mean anything - he looked at almost every girl in that way, teasing them with his eyes and words but never acting on them unless he really wanted to. It was a frustrating cycle you had been prey to too many times since meeting Tom Holland and had long since decided you were never going to take anything he said seriously again, sick of being disappointed when it became apparent that his words were meaningless.

Afterall, the two of you weren't friends, not really. You shared one class with him and your dorm room was relatively close to his, meaning that whenever he didn't understand a concept in your lectures he would almost always be at your door asking for help and of course, you almost always gave in to him. But besides the long nights you would spend trying to explain the complicated details of the things he didn't understand, the only other time the two of you would really talk is on the short walks from the dorm rooms to the lecture halls, which was where he had first proposed the little outing to you.

"Would it kill you to wait for me every once in a while, Y/N?" He'd huffed at you, striding to keep up with you as you made your way to the lecture hall without him.

"You were being too slow," You'd called behind you, not looking back as you saw your own breath mist in front of you, a tell-tale sign that it was too cold to wait around. It was only when Tom nudged his shoulder against yours and almost send you flying across the icy sidewalk that you'd bothered to look at him, whirling around to throw him an icy glare and immediately noticing the amused expression on his face as you tried to stop yourself from falling over. "Shut up,"

"You're welcome by the way," He'd stood smirking as he held the hot cup of coffee out to you as a peace offering. Mumbling your small thanks while staring at the ground, you'd quickly taken the cup from him before continuing on your walk to the lecture hall, still desperate to get out of the cold. Tom had easily fell into step with you and began talking about nothing in particular until the thoughtless small-talk which you had since grown accustomed to led onto the topic of the infamous Fright Night Festival.

"So you're going to be my date, right?" You'd rolled your eyes and muttered one sarcastic agreement or another, before pushing through the large double doors of the lecture hall and flopping down in your seat, not for a moment thinking there might have been an ounce of seriousness in Tom's words.