Tom Holland Imagines

Tipsy

Day 8- Idol singing (he doesn't like to sing in public tho so...)

It was your birthday and you were just coming back from a night out with the girls. Unluckily for you, you were so drunk that the Uber driver had to actually walk you to the door. "Thank youuu!" you drawled, waving exaggeratedly at him while you fumbled in your purse for your keys, which, after five minutes of searching, you finally found. 

You came stumbling into your house shortly after, tripping over your own feet at least three times. Sat on the ground in a very unladylike position and attempted to tear off your shoes, unsure of how to work the buckles in your intoxicated state.

Once you finally got them off, you stood up shakily, nearly falling over and letting out a "whooaah" at least ten times louder than it needed to be. You threw your purse onto the table and tripped into the living room, where your lover, Tom Holland, was sitting on the couch watching Fight Club.

"Weeeelll, hello, Misster Tom Holly! Whadd're you d-doing in my hhouuse?" You managed, completely unaware of the fact that you two lived together and were in a romantic relationship in the first place. Tom paused the film and turned around to look at you concernedly. You began to sway on your feet and he rushed over to steady you.

"Well, I figured I'd drop by and wish you a happy birthday, Y/N," Tom laughed lightly, playing along. Whenever you got wasted, you would forget that you and he were anything more than friends, and he found it hilarious.

"Thatt was reeeeealy sweet of youu," you hiccupped, falling over sideways. Luckily, Tom caught you before you could hit the ground.

"Yeah, well. Let's get you into bed, okay?" He chided, gently pushing you towards the bedroom door. You hiccupped again.

"Halp me," you whined, tugging the wrong way on the zipper of your dress. Tom shook his head, undoing your dress and helping you pull it down to the floor. "Dooon't peek at meee, misster!" you scolded, shaking your finger.

"I wouldn't dare," Tom said sarcastically, knowing all too well he'd seen you naked many times. He helped you into your slip tank and pyjama shorts, then sat you on the bed, standing in front of you.

"Can I tell you a seeeecret?" you whisper-growled. Tom held back a laugh. Here it comes, he thought to himself.

"Of course! We are best friends, after all." Tom loved playing along with you when you were drunk. And it always ended the same way.

"I thiink I'm in looove withh youuu, Tommm." You made a face like you'd just surprised yourself, then pressed a hand to your lips, giggling. Tom acted completely surprised, clasping his hands to his chest and gasping.

"Really?" He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. You nodded animatedly, your head lolling forward. "I had no idea!"

"I'm jussst full of surrprisses aren't I?" You snorted.

"Can I  tell you a secret now?" Tom asked, laying you back in bed and pulling the covers up over you. You nodded eagerly.

"I love you too, Y/N." He kissed your forehead, turned out the light, and closed the door, pausing to look at your angellic sleeping figure and wondering how he could have gotten so lucky in love.