Tom Holland Blurbs

dancing (t.h.)

I was laughing as I spun around the living room in just a t-shirt that was too big on me. It was probably Tom's since it was laundry day and I had been focused on folding clothes until my favorite part of the movie I was watching came on. High School Musical 3: Senior Year played on the TV and I was doing my own solo version of the scene on the roof top as I jumped and spun on all the furniture in my living room. I was so caught up in the scene that I didn't hear Tom come home.

He smiled to himself as he stood watching me for a moment before pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against and grabbing me by my hips, lifting me in time with Troy and Gabriella in the movie. I shrieked in surprise before laughing aloud. Tom set me down and we both began dancing together. Tom began singing along, something he only did for me.

It's like catching lightening,

the chances of finding

someone

like you

We swayed together, Tom tipping his head down and pressing his forehead against mine, singing softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled softly.

It's one in a million,

the chances of feelin'

the way we do

He spun me out before pulling me back into his chest, holding me closer than before.

Can I have this dance,

Can I have this dance?

The song ended in the movie and unlike Troy, Tom dipped me back for a kiss, smiling against my mouth. He stood me back up and kissed me again, deepening it slowly, before pulling away softly.

"Hi," he whispered.

"Hi," I smiled up at him. "I'm glad you're home, even though you scared me."

Tom threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Sorry, darling, I couldn't resist."

"It's okay, Holland, gimme a kiss and I'll forgive you," I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He leaned down again and pressed his mouth to mine.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, Tommy."