Tom Holland Imagines

Dog Park (T.H.)

2nd Person POV

The park, one of your favorite places to hang out during the day. Everything is so peaceful, nobody can bother you, and it's a place to get away from society.

People of all different shapes and sizes would walk, run, bike past you as you read one of your favorite books on the park bench, Divergent. Of course, you have read the book series many times before, but every time it feels different.

You hear children screaming and laughing in the park, well there is a play set right behind you.

Your phone buzzed, making little bird chirping noise that startled you out of your book trance. It is probably your Aunt asking you what you want for dinner, but that can wait for later. Your phone buzzed again with another bird chirping sound ringing in the peaceful environment. You sighed, putting your book down where your phone is and picking up your phone.

The phone screen lit up, showing Twitter notifications from @ prattprattpratt saying stupid stuff again that made you laugh. Oh Chris Pratt.

Your laugh fills the air, but it is quickly cut off when a dog comes running up to you, knocking your phone out of your hand. It landed on the cement below you, with the light grey, yet blue, dog still wagging its tail at you.

"Hey boy . . . girl?" you quietly coo to the dog as you pat its head. The blue staffy shakes its head at you, trying to show the collar on its neck. You rub the dogs head and place your hand under the dog tag. Tessa.

Tessa lets out a little woof and licks your face. Your phone, which is still on the ground, rings out another bird chirp, startling the dog. "You're a silly girl," you smile as Tessa runs in a circle.

The staffy finally stops running and jumps on the bench next to you, knocking your book on the ground with her muddy paws.

"Aw, Tess no." You complain as you pick up your book that is full of mud and scratches.

Tessa gives off a small whine, and tips her head down like she's embarrassed. You pet her head again and she lays her head down on my lap to rest.

The collar and dog tag appear again, except the other side shows with a number.

'If lost, call ***-***-***** thanks ~Hollands'

Aww man, she's has an owner. Well, it explains the dog collar, and name, and being so kind to me.

"Tessa, there you are! I have been looking everywhere for you missy," a young boy exclaims as he walks up closer to you. Great, here's her owner.

The dog perks her head up and jumps up from the bench to run to the boy. He pats his legs and plays with Tessa. She runs back over to you and runs her head under your hands to be pet.

"So you must be the famous Mr. Holland who owns Tessa," you smile over at the boy who is quite handsome.

"Famous, yes," he laughs and sits next to you. "But Mr. Holland is my dad, I'm one of his many sons."

You laugh as well looking up at the brown haired boy. Tessa runs back and forth between me and this Holland guy, rubbing her little head on our hands. Your phone chirps again, making Tessa scared again, but enough to actually step on your phone.