Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

31: Very Much So

"So...." I bit down on my lip, trying to think of the best way to ask what I was about to say. "How did your...uh..." I choked out the word 'date' with considerable effort, "with that chick go?" It stung.

Hey, I may not be able to date him, but I could still be around him nearly all the time.

Tom looked up at me from the corner of his eye, grabbing a hammer from the floor. "Oh, it would've been fine...if I hadn't called it off."

I frowned, watching him begin to hammer a nail-for hanging a photo-very ungracefully into the wall.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.

"I'm not too partial towards Ameri-...uh....that kind of American girl." He cringed at himself, hitting the nail harder.

"Nice save," I said, trying to back a bit away from the swinging hammer. "But uh....why not?"

Tom finished doing his horrible job of hammering the nail halfway into the wall and turned to me. "Well...I don't want to hear that I'm good looking from any other girl, or have them tell me that they want to go out with me. I don't like hearing it from them because...." He went to speak, but instead hit the nail again.

I put my hand over his on the hammer. "Whoa now, it's perfect." I looked at him again. "Because why?"

"I just don't care when it's not coming from the one girl I want to hear it from. The one girl who doesn't seem to like me," he finished, looking at me with a sad look, a curl falling into his eye, before turning and picking up another nail for the next painting.

He stopped, turning to me to speak, trying to blow the curl away.

I reached up slowly and brushed it away, frowning. "Wait...who would that girl be?"

"You, Angel, it's always been you. I am head over fucking heals for you, but....I don't want to hear you say you're not feeling the same." He gripped the hammer tightly, looking desperate.

"Tom....don't..don't you know how I feel?" I stared up at him disbelievingly.

"What do you mean?" He asked in a tiny whisper.

"Oh my..." I bit down on my lip again, running a hand through my hair. "I have been dropping the subtlest hints I could for almost a whole year!"

He looked shocked. "Are you serious?!"

I smiled at him carefully, nodding. "Yes, Holland, I am. I would brush your hair out of your face, lean against you, call you cute! I was so in love with you last year...I had to move away because you were dating Elle."

Tom covered his face with his free hand, laughing. "Okay, you know what?"

I paused. "What?"

He dropped the hammer behind him and picked me up by the waist, burying his face in my neck and squeezing me tightly.

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck, running my hand through his hair. "I love it when you're this happy."

"I'm only this happy for you," he said, muffled in my skin. "Only you." Then he pulled back, looking up at me. "I am..I'm going to kiss you now."

I stopped smiling, eyeballing his mouth. "Well, do it then."

He smiled softly, watching my lips as he leaned closer, before I placed my hand flat against the back of his neck and closed the gap, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

I kissed him long, and I kissed him hard. He responded eagerly, whimpering a bit when I started leaving open mouth kisses on his jaw.

He held completely still when I got to his ear, kissing just below it, making his grip me tighter, and nipped his earlobe. I whispered, in a soft tone, "I love you."

He leaned his head against my cheek. "I love you too."

Then he set me down, holding the nail between us. "I think I want to tell the whole world, my whole fan base, that you love me back."

I started laughing, shaking my head. "Just pound the nail into the wall, Tom."

He rose his eyebrow, lifting up the hammer. "I'd rather pound you into the wall, honey."

I gasped at him. "Thomas!"

"Yes?" He responded coyly, beginning to hammer at the nail while I lifted the painting to hang on the first nail.

"You can't say stuff like that!"

"Why not?" He asked, raising his other eyebrow to match the first.

"Harrison." I answered.

"Oh please." Harrison sat cross legged on the bare floor, on his smartphone. "After everything else I've had to witness being Tom's shadow, I don't think hearing him say that is a shock."

I laughed at that. "I'm really sorry, but I forgot you were there."

"That's not a first. If Tom is around, I just..fade into the background." He shrugged.

"Oh shut up, mate." Tom gave him a frown, whacking the nail again.

"No." Harrison just settled his back against the wall, laying his long legs out infront of him.

"You're both so cute." I just shook my head at the two.

"Thanks love," Tom said with a wink. "So are you."

"Thank you baby girl." Harrison lifted his phone, no doubt photographing his best mate trying to hang a painting. "We all know you're the cutest out of the three."

"Yeah but add Zendaya and you're the second cutest," Z said from where she leaned on the doorframe. "Is anything you two do private?!"

Tom licked his lips. "Well yeah. Do you really think I'd fu-"

"Thomas!" I shouted over the ending of his sentence.

He just laughed, his tongue out as he winked at me again. "I was just putting that out there."

I was about to comment when he continued, "but if I did a good enough job it'd be out there anyway."

I swatted at him.

"See, Z, this is why I wish you were here all the time." Harrison said, standing up and crossing to her. "So I could leave with someone other than the dog. Who knows what the dog will have seen."

"Oh lord, shut up! Tom and I haven't done anything yet!" I said, protesting with my hands up in the air.

"Key word there." Tom pointed the hammer at me. "'Yet.'"

I hit my head against the wall while Z and Harrison slowly exited the room.

Tom looked at me as I sank to the floor, an amused look on his face. "Ah come on, you love me."

I bit my lip and shook my head. "Very much so."