Tom Holland And Peter Parker Imagines

*Tom Holland* The Nightclub

I crossed the street and walked over to the nightclub which had shining lights welling out of the many windows. I looked around. The street was dark and uncomfortable. I rapidly walked into the club.

As soon as I walked in I got greeted by loud music and shouting, dancing people who enjoyed themselves. I walked over to the bar where only one guy was sitting, drinking his beer. I jumped up on the large chair and pulled out my wallet.

"Shots, tequila," I shouted so he could hear me and gave the bartender some money.

"As you wish," he said.

I looked at the guy next to me who didn't dare to look at my direction. What a party pooper. It didn't matter. I wasn't here to find company. I was here to get over the big fight with my ex-finance.

The bartender came with my drinks and I rapidly drank them. The guy next to me smiled big and chuckled.

"Looks like someone's not afraid of hangovers," he said jokingly.

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

"Looks like someone's gotta mind their own business."

"Ohh," He said giggling. "Someone's got an attitude."

I rolled my eyes and ordered two more tequila shots.

"Maybe you should slow down darling," he said to me and pointed at the two other glasses I had just finished.

"As I said, mind your own business," I said smiling cheeky to him.

He had brown, curly hair and for some reason he had sunglasses on. It was dark outside and in the nightclub you didn't need sunglasses. You needed god damn earplugs.

"What is such a lovely young lady doing in this place?" He asked me, moving closer to me.

"Trying to forget, I guess," I said giving the bartender more money for the three shots.

"What are you trying to forget dear?"

I chuckled.

"You really are curious."

"I am indeed."

He smiled and wiped something away from his cheek. He took a few sips from his beer again and sighed in satisfaction.

"Damn good beer, you should try it."

"I don't like beers, they're too strong."

He looked with raised eyebrows at me.

"Too strong? Girl, you're drinking tequila straight from the bottle."

I giggled and drank a shot more. The music was ear deafening so sometimes we had to lean closer to each other to hear what we were saying.

"Where are you from?" He asked me.

"London. I just moved her with my ex-finance.. I mean, before we became ex's."

"I'm sorry to hear," he said.

"Don't be! He cheated on me. He's a dick."

He chuckled and nodded and drank the last of his beer.

"Wanna take a shot with me and not alone this time?" He asked.

"Sure!"

He ordered a shot to himself and we cheered before we sank the strong liquid.

"Hot damn!" He said an coughed. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

I laughed at him.

"Thought you said you liked strong things," I said.

"I never said that," he chuckled.

"Oh my god I love this song!" I exclaimed.

"What?" He asked.

I ignored him and jumped out of the chair and wiggled my butt to the music while pulling my hands above my head.

"What's this song called?" He asked me.

"What?!" I said and walked closer to him so I could hear.

"What's it called? The song!"

"It's Shakira! Hips don't lie!" I yelled shaking my butt again. "Wanna dance?"

He laughed and nodded.

"Sure!"

I grabbed his hand and led us to the dance floor. I turned around to face him and put my hand on his shoulder while wiggling with my hips. He grabbed my hip and bit his bottom lip as we danced perfectly in tact with each other.

"This is fun!" I yelled and turned around. Facing the other way.

He grabbed around my sides and pulled himself closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up. He smiled softly at me. I felt the alcohol finally kick in and I felt dizzy. I laughed and turned around again and leaned against his chest.

"Oh my god I don't even know your name!" I exclaimed and giggled.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my back and twirled me around. He sat me down again smiled.

"My name is Tom, Tom Holland."

"Oh my gods," I said drunkly and almost fell from my high heels. "You're the famous Spider-Man boy!"

He laughed and grabbed my hand.

"What's your name darling?"

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Pleasure to meet you."

I giggled when he kissed the back of my hand and blushed.

"Wanna have some more to drink?" I said clumsy and grabbed around his collar.

"I think you've had enough dear," He said chuckling while we were walking towards the bar. "Maybe it's time for you to get home perhaps?"

I shook my head. I didn't want the night to end. I had a blast and the music was blasting through the speakers.

He helped me sitting down on the large chair and called the bartender. He asked him to get me some water. The bartender soon came with a glass of water and gave it to me. I drank it in a matter of seconds and smiled.

"Now you won't feel that bad tomorrow," Tom said and smiled. "But I really think you should go home."

He grabbed around my waist and helped me down again. He then pulled my jacket over my shoulder and followed me outside to get a taxi.

"Will I see you again?" I asked as I tumbled down the street.

"Of course dear," he said. "Give me your phone."

I had some trouble getting the phone up from purse, but finally I pulled it up and gave it to him. He smirked as he typed something in my phone and then gave it back to me.

"There's my number," he said. "Call me tomorrow and I'll come help you with your hangovers."

He winked at me and I playfully slapped his shoulder, but I missed and accidentally slapped the side of his head.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I said.

He just laughed and rubbed his cheek.

"You do know how to put a man in his place," he said jokingly.

I smiled. Suddenly he raised his hand as a yellow taxi came by. It slowed down and then stopped not far away from us. We walked over to the taxi and he helped me sitting down and getting the belt on.

"I'll pay for the drive," he said to the man driving the taxi. "And you," He said turning to me. "Have a lovely night. I hope you'll call me tomorrow."

I nodded.

"Of course," I said.

He then kissed my forehead and slammed the door shut. I waved at him as the car started driving. I rested my head on the window and watched the city go by. I sighed and closed my eyes. I didn't give my ex-finance one thought this night. Not one. All because of him.

"Tom Holland," I whispered. "I'll call you tomorrow."