tom holland imagines

you and me

Months. It'd been months since Tom had properly seen his best friend. Months of middle-of-the-night facetime calls, intermittent texting, few and far between phone calls. Tom had been off filming and doing press tours, and she was in the midst of doing what she'd always dreamed of. She was never far from home, but he, on the other hand, was never home. Until now. The months of waiting were over, and he was finally going to be going home.

Harrison pulled Tom's black suitcase out of the trunk of the car, pushing it in Tom's direction. Tom didn't notice until it rolled into his leg, causing him to snap out of his daze. Pulling the handle up on the huge suitcase, Tom lifted his backpack into place on his shoulders. It didn't take much for Harrison to notice the distracted look on his friends face, the way an (almost) imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Harrison figured he knew what was on Tom's mind, but he always took the chance to poke some fun at his friend if he could. Taking his own suitcase out of the trunk, Harrison swatted at Tom's arm, "You okay, mate? Seem in your own world."

The smile on Tom's face became clear and bright as he shifted his backpack, pulling on the straps to tighten it before lifting a hand to run through the messy brown curls that were falling into his face, "Great, actually. Ready to be going home."

Nodding in agreement, the pair started making their way to the plane as Harrison spoke, "Yeah, gonna be good to sleep in my own bed. You'll get to see Y/N, too." The light pink color that filled Tom's cheeks was obvious, making Harrison laugh. It was clear to pretty much everyone that there was something going on between the pair. Everyone could see it, and they both knew it, too, but somehow, nothing was done about the fact that they were desperately in love with each other. Tom always claimed 'bad timing' as his reason for not being with Y/N, and he wasn't wrong, really. There'd never be a good time; they'd both needed to make time to make it happen.

"Shut up. But maybe you're right. Planning on going home and having a cuddle on the couch with Tess. And if Y/N wants to join, I'm not going to complain," Tom replied, making his way up the steps to the cabin of the plane. Perks of being a celebrity - not having to deal with the hustle and bustle of busy people in the airport.

Snorting, Harrison shook his head with a smile. His best friend was clearly love-sick. He'd tried time and time again to get the two of them together, but it never worked. They were the most stubborn, hard-headed people he'd ever met.

Tom had always been a free spirit. He knew he got it from his parents, but he couldn't pinpoint when it'd started. He loved what he did, and he knew himself lucky to be doing what he loved every single day. And yet, he felt selfish. It seemed to him that most of the people in his life revolved what they did around him.

His parents had done so much from him from the time he was little, and they did whatever they could to get him to where he was now. His friends and brothers traveled the world to be his right-hand man, and they did it without a complaint. He felt as though everything was about him, and maybe that's what he'd needed to succeed, but it still felt wrong sometimes.

He knew it was hard on her. They'd been inseparable from a young age, and nothing changed over time. They were rarely ever together physically, but they never stopped talking. She couldn't leave her life behind to travel the world with him, which he understood, but he also knew it was harder for both of them to not have the other around. He knew she wasn't really mad or angry about the situation, but he didn't know what he could do to make her believe that it'd all be worth it in the end. The people in his life now wouldn't be in his life forever, but there were always a few people he pictured in the future, and she was always there. He'd always be coming back to her.

Dropping his bag onto the ground, Tom sat down in one of the plush seats on the plane, kicking his feet up on the one opposite him. Harrison sat down in a seat across the aisle, doing the same as his friend. Tom opened his phone to see a picture of the two of them hugging each other tightly, making a smile tug at his lips; it was the same every time he opened his phone. Clicking on the messages, Tom sent a new one, 'just got on the plane. see you soon, love.' The message sent, and Tom let out a breath as he thought about finally being home. Scrolling up a few messages, he came across the ones they'd exchanged only days ago.