Peter Parker/Tom Holland Imagines

If You Love Her - Tom Holland

An: inspired by the song If You Love Her by Forrest Blakk and the videos of Tom playing guitar on his story the other day. Also thank you so much for 19k reads! That's wild y'all
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The door to your bedroom creaked opened, followed by a few soft footsteps, the sound of someone sliding their shoes off, and then Tom mumbling an audible "dammit" when he walked into the corner of the bed.

"I'm not asleep," you chuckled, turning on the lamp on your nightstand before he could walk into any other pieces of furniture hidden by the darkness of the night. "You don't need to be quiet."

"Darling," Tom said, walking into the bathroom to change into his pajamas. "Don't you have a shoot at five tomorrow?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because it's midnight," he said, sliding into bed next to you, your side of the mattress raising slightly as he did so. "Shouldn't models get a full night's rest before a shoot?"

"I tried," you complained grumpily, flipping over in bed so you were facing Tom, who smiled meekly at your response. Based on what he'd heard, you had quite the day. "I've been staring at the ceiling for TWO HOURS."

"Rough day?"  You nodded and Tom extended his arm making a "c'mere" motion with his hands.

"The roughest," you groaned, falling into his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder sympathetically.

"I heard you slapped the paparazzi," Tom continued tentatively, trying not to make a big deal of it. He knew (based on an article he saw and a few texts from your security guard) that you had an extremely trying day. Typically, you were the kind of person who needed to rant about their day to defuse but you looked so drained and done with the world when Tom walked into the room he wasn't sure how you'd react.

"He deserved it," you defended, making Tom laugh.

"Can I hear the whole story?" Tom peered down at you. "Haz showed me the article headline but I'm really curious as to what happened."

You nodded and sat up, ready to tell Tom about your absolutely TERRIBLE day. "Today started off great, but then on my way to set I decided I wanted coffee so Alejandro and I stopped by Starbucks. We got in and ordered without a problem, but when we walked back out the press had managed to spot me. Alejandro managed to get rid of most of them but this one freaking guy would not leave us alone!"

You sat up and wrinkled your nose in annoyance. Grabbing the glass water bottle off the nightstand, you brought it up to your lips and pretended it was a microphone as you mimicked the paparazzi. "Yn this and Yn that. Mrs. Holland, how do you feel about your husband working with somebody as stunning and talented as Zendaya?"

Tom inhaled sharply and looked at you with wide eyes, his blood boiling just thinking about how disrespectful the press had been towards you. "I KNOW!" You agreed, throwing your arms up in exasperation. "The nerve of this man, Thomas."

"No wonder you slapped him," Tom thought aloud in agreement, nodding his head.

"Oh that's not why I slapped him. I mean, it's part of why I slapped him, but it's not the reason."

"There's more?"

"There's more! I'm telling you, babe, the amount of audacity this man carried - anyways." Yn shook her head and continued with her story. "I told him Daya was a lovely person and that I was glad you were able to work with somebody as kind and hardworking as she is and kept walking to the car. BUT THEN he grabbed the car door, held it open, and asked if I ever thought Daya would try and steal you from me."