tom holland oneshots

bookworms and lovebirds

warnings: cursing? nothing major :)

summary: reader is a bookworm & takes tom to the best place she can think of for their date

word count: 1300

(requested) did not proofread 

y/n: pick u up at seven??

tommy: works for me :)

When Tom had first given you his number he'd taken it upon himself to take you to dinner and then for a night of bowling. You had loved it, but also hated that he paid for everything without even letting you chip in. So, for date number two, you had planned it instead. 

After you suggested it -- at the end of your first day, because you couldn't get it out of your mind-- Tom chuckled at agreed with a nod. 

Now, you were dressed in your favorite pair of jeans, cuffing them at the ends (A/N screw me im bi) and wearing an oversized green sweater. Makeup was light and your hair was styled how you liked it best; the place you were going was your comfort zone, your safe haven, so you didn't want to go all out and be a dolled up when you were always yourself around the area. 

After making the quick drive over to Tom's flat, you were ringing the doorbell. To your surprise, Harry, his brother, had opened the door. 

"Hey, Y/N, right?" 

"That'd be me," you laughed a  bit awkwardly. 

"I'm his brother -- I also live here. He'll be ready in like two minutes, if you want to wait inside."

You nodded, stepping through and closing the door behind you. Harry led you to the living room where two other boys were sprawled out on the couch playing video games and eating snacks -- Harrison included. 

"This is weird," Harrison said through bites of his chips. 

"What?" you breathed a laugh. 

"It's like we're on the receiving end of a girl. Is this what it's like when someone picks up a girl for a date?" 

You laughed with a nod, "Yeah pretty much."

"Hey," Tom said, coming out of what you presumed to be his room. He was dressed in casual slacks, a simple pink hoodie fitted on his torso. 

"Where the hell are you two going?"

"Yeah, are you going to crash some twelve-year-old's slumber party?" 

"Ha-ha," Tom said sarcastically, and you laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit. 

"You'll see." 

"You're not going to tell me until we get there, are you?" Tom asked after sitting in the passenger's seat. 

"Nope," you popped your 'p' with a smile. 

The car ride was silly, light conversation and easy music filling the silence. When you parked the car, you were out first, leading Tom to the entrance before pointing both arms up and yelling: 

"Ta- da!" 

Tom's mouth was open slightly as he laughed, allowing you to grab his hand. 

"You brought me to a bookstore?!" 

"I sure did, mister," you said in a deep voice, fitted with a fake-London accent." 

Tom laughed, intertwining your fingers and following you. As you entered, you used your free hand to waved to Rebecca, the coffee barista for the built in Starbucks. Passing the cash register, you made sure to greet your friend.