Tom Holland Imagines

Little Things//T.H.

Your eyes were fixed on his sleeping figure as you softly trailed your fingers over his freckles and then over his weird-looking eyebrow. Tom's bare body was pressed against yours, radiating the warmth you needed on that cold morning. Your fingers merely brushed over the stubble that had grown on his face after a few days of not even caring to shave.

You left a few soft, quick kisses on his forehead after brushing his hair out of the way. Tom had never been one to wake up early as he liked to sleep in as much as he could. However, you were one of those people that liked to "wake up with the sun" so you were desperately trying to wake him up in the most delicate way for over an hour. So far it hadn't worked one bit as he was still sound asleep.

A groan left your parted lips as you finally gave up and laid your head on his bare chest while your arm lazily draped over his waist. After a few minutes of you laying still as you listened to the birds chirping outside, Tom started to move around. You let out a cheer as you knew he'd be fully awake in a short time.

You felt him kiss the top of your head as he placed his warm hand on the small of your back. A silly smirk was on your face as you looked up at your handsome fiancé, "Mornin' princess." He whispered, which just made your smile even bigger.

"You know what today is Tommy?" You asked excitedly as you poked his cheek. He smiled at you and left a chaste kiss on your lips, "Saturday?"

You giggled and shook your head. He pushed your hair out of your face with one hand as the other one ran up and down your exposed back. You cupped his cheek delicately as you looked into his soft brown eyes. Tom was looking back at you with that love-filled stare that he only gave you. Even after all the years, all the fights and the hard times, his eyes still looked at you with as much love and adoration as before, "Close but not quite."

He flipped you around so you were under him. Tom kissed all over your face making you laugh. He leaned in a captured your lips for a mere second, "Well..." A playful smile was on his lips as he leaned in to kiss you once again, "You'll finally be mine forever. Miss Y/N Holland."

"I like the sound of that. Love you so much." In just a few hours, you'd officially be Tom's wife. You had decided to skip a few of the tedious traditional rules, such as sleeping on a separate bed the night before your wedding, "Love you too."

You had been Tom's girlfriend since the two of you were in High School and had been best friends for even longer. He finally popped the question after eight years of dating, right before your graduation ceremony and just a year later you were finally going to marry each other after spending so many years together.

"Tommy. You still remember our first kiss?" You question him as you played with his curls while he left a few purple marks on your neck. He stopped to answer the question, "Of course I do. You were so nervous... I remember we were at Haz's. You were laughing so hard that you just started crying and you looked so beautiful and carefree, couldn't hold back if I'm being honest."

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you spoke up again, "Babe, I'm hungry." Tom laughed at you and rolled over so he was lying next to you instead of right over you. He got up after stretching for a few seconds and put on the boxers and pants that were neatly placed on a chair.

He tossed you one of your favourite pyjama dresses which you caught with ease. You both got dressed as fast as possible. Your best friend would be over in just a few hours to take you to the salon where they'd do your hair and makeup.

"So, what part of the party are you the most excited about?" Tom sat down next to you as he passed you a cup of your favourite drink. You hummed as you thought of an answer, "Probably the dance. Like, since I was a little girl, whenever I went to a wedding I was always like, 'Damn, I want a dance like that one too.'. And well, now I get to do it and it's you I'm doing it with, which makes it even better."

"Are you nervous about anything?" You asked him as you took a sip of the hot drink. He shook his head as he put a strand of hair behind your ear, "Why would I be? Marrying you is one of the things I've never doubted to do."

You smiled and kissed his chapped lips delicately. You scrunched up your nose as you smelled something burning and pulled away, "Shit, I left the hot cakes on the stove."

-

Your feet moved back and forth as you anxiously sat on the chair waiting for the woman to finish braiding your hair. Your friends Zendaya and Lily were trying to distract you by playing music and asking questions.

"So how were things with Tom after you got back home last night?" Lily asked you as she suggestively wiggled her eyebrows with a smirk. You giggled at her question and shook your head.

"Get your head out of the gutter, nothing happened." Now, that might've been a lie, but it didn't matter much.

"Well love, your neck says otherwise." Z interjected as she pointed at your neck, which was indeed covered in hickeys. You groaned loudly and regretted not having a wedding dress with a turtle neck.

"No worries, I'll cover that up in just a sec." They stylist commented. You nodded with a smile.

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Tom was nervous as he stood next to the priest, waiting for you to walk down the aisle in your gorgeous white dress. One he had yet to see. Harrison nudged his shoulder mockingly as he watched the brunette tapping his foot in anxiousness, "How are you feeling mate?"

Tom looked back at his blond-haired friend  with a smirk, "I'm kind of nervous but I have honestly never felt better in my life." His dad gave him a thumbs up from the first row of seats as the music began playing. He looked back at the doors as they opened so you could walk in. Tom's jaw almost dropped to the floor in surprise. You truly looked breathtaking in the lace white dress, with your hair half down. Tom couldn't even laugh as he noticed how the makeup lady had tried to cover up the numerous marks left by him that very morning.

You held the bouquet of lilies tighter in your hands as you kept walking, your eyes glued to the carpet as they observed how you took one step after another. Once you were finally standing in front of Tom, he delicately moved your veil so it rested over your head. He was grinning widely as he took your soft hand in his.

"At last, here we are my love. Ready to annoy me for the rest of your life?" He asked with a small laugh, "So damn ready."

So I broke up with my boyfriend in the process of writing this, how ironic.