Tom Holland Imagines

Holland Family Christmas (T.H.)

2nd Person POV

The Christmas holidays have never been the same since you came into Tom Holland's life.

On the night of Christmas Eve, you and Tom sat in his living room watching The Polar Express. You laid down in between Tom's legs on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. A fluffy blanket is drifted over the top of you and Tom with Tessa laying down at the end of the couch.

The cold weather outside caused you and Tom to wear jumpers, matching ones as well. The jumpers were themed red and white, with snowflakes printed everywhere. You also wore mermaid fuzzy socks to keep your feet warm, the blanket wasn't doing justice.

Every so often Tom would kiss the side of your head, signaling that he wants a sip of hot coco. And every single time, you would giggle as you held the mug up to his lips to take a drink out of. Tessa would lick your ankles, asking for her own sip of hot coco as well. Oh Tessa.

By the time the hot chocolate was almost gone, you fell asleep against Tom's chest with the mug still in your hands. Tom chuckled to himself and quietly took the mug out of your hand. He reached over and set the mug on the coffee table next to him, but he did take a cheeky sip of the warm liquid before setting it down.

Tom's arms tightened around your waist as he snuggled his head further into your hair. He sat in silence, finishing watching the movie and listening to your sleeping breath.

The front door clicked open and three boys came tumbling into the living room. Sam was the first to look over at his older brother with his sleeping girlfriend in his arms, so to shut up his brothers, he smacked Harry's head and nudged Paddy's curls.

"Mum and Dad told us to go wait upstairs since they are bringing in 'secret' gifts," Sam laughs. "I dunno if that meant you two as well, but good night." The three boys all wave at Tom and wishing them a Merry Christmas Eve. They might have been cute and innocent then, but as soon as they made their way upstairs, anyone in the house could hear them rough housing.

Nikki comes through the door next, looking around the living room to make sure all the kids were out of sight. Then her eyes landed on the couch where Tom laid at, and she giggled a bit to herself. "Go on upstairs, Thomas, we can't have you looking at early presents either."

Tom laughs to himself as well. He slowly begins shifting his weight underneath him so he could get a hold of you, and go upstairs to his old bedroom. The blanket fell off of your legs as Tom picked you up off the couch, leaving you in a pair of shorts and missing the warmth. Your head nuzzled into Tom's arm while he slowly walked up the stairs, hoping he didn't run into anything along the way.

In his bedroom, Tom laid you down on his queen sized bed while he changed out of his sweater, it was making him hot. He also put on a pair of sweatpants, something much comfier than the jeans he was previously wearing.

Tom climbed into bed next to you, throwing a blanket over your cold legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

The next morning, you and Tom were happily sleeping next to each other. From the corner of the room, Paddy stood there figuring out a way to wake the two of you up for breakfast and presents. But after thinking for five seconds, he got bored and jumped onto Tom's side of the bed.

"Tommy, get up, get up, it's Christmas and you are still sleeping!" Paddy exclaims as he climbs all over Tom's back.

You looked up from the pillow you were face planted in and smiled sleepy at the excited boy. Tom, on the other hand, was not a happy camper. He let out a loud groan, took the pillow he was sleeping on, and smacked Paddy across the face with it. Then he just placed the pillow over his head and groan again.