Tom Holland Imagines

The Christmas Trick Part One

There's your outfit, I love it so much LOL

~Tom's POV~

Y/N probably didn't feel the tension in the car, but Tom did.  As you scrolled on Instagram, his eyes kept darting to catch glances at you.  He kept moving his hands in different spots on the wheel.

This was crazy.  This was absolutely crazy.  Bringing the girl that he liked for the past four years to his parent's house, pretending that she was his girlfriend?!  This was insane.

I kept telling myself, nothing was going to happen.  

You really hurt her at the red carpet three years ago, destroying what friendship you two had.  How could you be so stupid?!

But then part of him had hope.  Part of him hoped that somehow you'd fall in love with his family.  Somehow you would love them.  Somehow you might love him.

"Stop fidgeting," Y/N says.  I look over at her, but she's just scrolling on Instagram.

"What?  I-I'm not fidgeting," I stutter, nervously, putting my hand on the headrest of her seat.  Y/N rolls her eyes.

"You're fidgeting Tom, I've known you for five years, I know when you're fidgeting," she argues, still not looking up at her phone.  I heave a sigh.  It wasn't like Y/N to let go of something when she wanted to know.  She would be prodding and poking at me 'till I told her.

"Fine.  Just anxious."  She gives me a dry laugh.

"About what?  Bringing a girl you don't like to pretend to be your girlfriend to meet your parents?  I don't see anything that could make you anxious about that!" 

"I can't tell if you're being snotty or not," I snap.  Y/N laughs again, setting her phone under her thigh.

"Little bit of both Holland," she snorts.  I suck in a breath, my hand now away from her seat, and drumming my fingers on my leg.  

"Oh frick," I say all of the sudden.  Y/N raises a brow.

"What?" she asks in confusion.

"What's our story?" I ask, looking at her.  Both her brows raise now.  Then she bursts out laughing.

"Our... our... our story?  HA!" she laughs.  She's laughing so hard, she can barely breathe.

"Wasn't that funny," I grumble.  Y/N is doubled over laughing, and puts a hand on my shoulder, sending tingles down my spine.

"Holland, we're not really dating!  And don't you already have a story with Gracie?  Aren't I just acting like Gracie?" she asks.  I suck in a breath.  Her smile drops and turns threatening.

"Thomas. What did you do?"

~Your POV~

You couldn't believe him.  You were fuming.  Apparently, this idiot never told his family anything about Gracie, only that he had a girlfriend, his excuse being 'i don't want anything to get out.'  
So now his family thought his real girlfriend's name was Y/N Y/L/N, your name.  They thought she liked the color y/f/c and to y/f/a, stuff that you liked and your favorite color.