Tom Holland Imagines

Bad Idea // Tom Holland

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Applying the red shade of matte lipstick that matches my skin tone before stepping out of the car was something I made sure I did. I fixed my hair and pushed my bra up a bit to expose more cleavage then I was showing. My friends that were in the car with me snickered and howled. They knew I wanted to go out but they also knew I was heartbroken. Their way of showing comfort was by supporting me and hyping me up.

My friend Oscar stepped out of the car first and I was immediately hit by the noise of paparazzis screaming and their flashing. All of my friends stepped out and then I was the last one.

I was wearing: a short, long sleeved, dark green, sparkly dress. It hugged me well and made me feel good. We made our way into the pub and ignored the questions the paparazzis would ask me. I came here to escape them but they were everywhere I went.

"Was the break up that bad?" Rafael asked, once we walked in the building. I sighed.

"I legit was left crying on the crib and then called Becket to come and get me."

Raf raised his eyebrows and shook his pointed finger at me, "You need 3 tequila shots and some vodka with strawberry lemonade. I'll be right back."

I softly smiled and instantly felt my stomach drop. These moments made me want to die because I'll think beforehand that I'm all good, tonight is my night! and so what! But then I start doubting myself and it brings my confidence level to a -2.

"Forget about him and forget about your life for tonight!" Rafael's voice came to sound after a few minutes trying to not be sad.

"Tom who?" I faked smiled, chugging my tequila shots. Raf hissed and held my lemonade close to him.

"Let's let the shots settle in."

I huffed but a song came on and I began to move, if I was going to forget about my ex. At least try. I wish I wasn't here though: I wish I was in Tom's arms, in what use to be our bed, taking Tes to the dog park, watching Love Island with Haz or Tuwaine. I wasn't there though, I was here in a club, twerking on my friend.

"That guy won't stop eyeing you." He said into my ear, breaking me out of my tipsy thoughts.

I smiled but kept on dancing, "are you sure he isn't looking at you?"

"Oh trust me sweetie if he was I wouldn't be here dancing with you. I'd be with him."

I laughed.

"Go talk to him." He continued.

Letting out a sarcastic laugh, I turned around but still kept on dancing. "Hah! Oh please if anyone were to see me coozing up to anybody at the moment, I'd be called a slut."

"Ok and what about it?" Raf sassed, "the people calling you a slut are the easily butt hurt-kiss ass-no life- losers who ain't got nothing better to do. By the way you're single so get that dick and live it up. Tom can't hold you down forever, he tried but it obviously didn't work."

I groaned and took a quick swing from my lemonade that was in Raf's hand before walking towards the handsome fellow, eyeing me from his table.

It was clear he sat up and cleared his throat when he noticed I was walking towards him. It made me chuckle, it was nice knowing I effected someone. It's been a while.

"So my friend is telling me you've been eyeing me from a far... wanna know if I should prove him right or wrong." I teased.

The guy blushed and laughed a little. So Raf was right. The dude was really pretty. Had shoulder length hair that was pulled back into a small ponytail, he was jacked and probably had a tattoo on his shoulder (could probably figure that out if I get him in bed), his eyes were a light hazel green. Wasn't too light but wasn't too dark either, it was surprising to know especially with the lighting in this club. His teeth were perfectly straight and white, his hands... don't get me started with his hands. They were literally perfect size, big hands do know how to give pleasure. Especially for me, I like to be touched. He knew how to dress, well enough to know when to be formal and when to be casual. He was a pretty good size too, tall enough for him to grab something for me and tall enough to have a good view for when I'm on my knees.

"I was staring," he blushed even more. "I know it's not nice to stare..."

I hummed, "So chivalry is not dead?"

"Guess not," he smiled.

My heart fluttered but my heart shattered too. It felt nice to feel a new flame but it's hard when I miss the old one. I wish Tom was the one I was terribly flirting with, I wish he was here for me to dance on, probably give him a private dance at home when we leave. I wish Tom was where the guy was sitting at right now. But I'm enjoying this new dude.

"Do you want to buy me a drink and take me out of here or take me out and do something else?"

I think my tipsy state was hitting harder now. The guy smiled.

"I would like to buy you a drink and take you out."

I frowned, letting out a little huff. "So sad, I wanted you to take me out."

"Or we can do that."

"I'll take the drink first though." I smiled.

After a drink or two, I went home with him. It probably wasn't a good idea but it made me forget. It made me feel different, a kind of different that I've been yearning for.

His hands felt nice on my waist. Roaming all over my body while my hands did the same, tugging at his soft hair while his lips softly kissed my neck. He was gentle but he knew what to do to make me want more. He picked me up with one arm and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling more warm then I have in a while.

But all I thought was him. His soft hands on me, his lips on me. My brain was in a haze. But I didn't care, if I could get lost in this moment. I'll take it.

Clothes were coming off, barely any light was in the room besides the moonlight which made things easier for me. Tom liked being intimate in the dark with the moonlight peeking in. He said it made things more romantic, and that's what I wanted... romance.

Every place the guy touched reminded me of Tom. I didn't even know the guy's name so I couldn't call out but it didn't matter. The new pleasure session I got from someone new, my fingers running through his hair, my back arching on moments it felt good.

I knew the next day wasn't going to be pretty, but thats what happens when you fall in love, and out of love, and try to find a way to forget.

You find a bad idea.