Tom Holland Imagines

One Bed

You and your best friend Tom Holland were going to Hollywood. You were so excited, having never been there before, and you were honored to be Tom's guest of honor at his movie premier. You were meeting Haz and Jacob there, and as soon as the two of you got checked into your fancy 5-star hotel, you dashed to the elevators with your luggage and hopped up and down inside, waiting for Tom to join you inside. He was walking and carrying the other three bags as well as the room keys. 

"God, Y/N! You act like you've never been in a hotel before!"

"I've never been in a Hollywood hotel before! OOOH! Do you think it's haunted by, like, famous ghosts or something?" You asked, hopping up and down. The doors closed and the elevator binged. "Going Up," said the robot lady through the speakers.

"I think you'd better stop hopping if we want to get out of this elevator," Tom chuckled. When at last the two of you got to your room and Tom flung open your door, you rushed in.

"I call the bed closest to the wind....oh." You stopped and dropped your duffel, shoulders sinking.

"What is it? Tom asked closing the door behind him, stacking his suitcase on the luggage stand, and putting the rest in the closet. It was a tiny room, but the bathroom looked like something out of a palace with all of the gold leafing and the view of the city was mesmerizing. There was a cabinet with a television on top and a minibar and mini-fridge underneath.

It was perfect, and you wouldn't have changed a thing, except...there was only one bed. Tom and you looked at each other and then back at the bed. It wasn't a large one either.

"You take the bed, I can sleep on the floor," Tom offered.

"No, that's okay. You're the one with a premiere tomorrow. I'll take the floor."

"What kind of friend would I be if I let you sleep on the floor?"

"Why don't we share it?" you suggested. "It's not like it'll be awkward or anything...I mean we've known each other since we were three. We used to take baths together for Hell's sake."

"I mean, I don't see why not. You have a point," Tom chuckled.

TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT MORNING CUZ IM A LAZY ARSE AND I NEED TO DO MY HOMEWORK

Your eyes fluttered open. Your first thought was that you were warm. So, lusciously warm. At first you thought it was the sunlight leaking through the drapes, but then you realized there was a strong arm around your waist and an even stronger body fitted around yours.

When you at last came to your senses, you had to pinch your earlobe to keep from fainting. You had always had a crush on Tom, and here he was...the big spoon next to you. You blushed super hard and snuggled back into Tom's chest.

"I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice," a groggy Tom chuckled, kissing your jaw. Who knew a single-bedded hotel room could change lives?