Tom Holland Imagines

Keep Calm (T.H.)

1st Person POV

I have met Tom's parents plenty of times before, but only for a short amount of times. It wasn't until this time they invited me and Tom over for dinner, so we can have a "family and girlfriend dinner". Than they also want us to stay the night since we were here anyways and why go back to our shared apartment two blocks from here?

Anyways, here's our problem. Tom and I have this issue where if we are not careful, we can accidentally turn each other on.

Tom enjoys my hands, which may sound silly but he likes to rub his thumbs over my knuckles and kiss my hands.

My favorite thing, on the other hand, is Tom's hair. Just something about his curly brown hair and- I should stop. But this is a win-win situation, Tom loves it when I put my hands through his hair as well.

So we had to make a deal, Tom agreed to putting his hair up into a ponytail while I agreed to wearing black gloves over my hands. Because if our little "turn ons" get in the way of spending time with Tom's family, we will have a bigger issue on our hands.

"Ready to get this over with?" Tom says, finishing his hair into a ponytail.

"Come on, this won't be that bad," I say, tugging on the ends of my gloves.

"Trust me, having to look like this is bad enough," Tom says, pointing at his hair.

I walk up to him and flick his little piece of hair in a ponytail. "Remember, we are doing this to not go into make out mode or possibly worse."

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We began dinner, I sat next to Tom, who sat next to Paddy. On the other side of the table is where Sam, Harry, and Nikki sat with Dominic at the end of the table. Nikki made roast beef with Yorkshire pudding for dinner and Apple Pie for dessert.

Tom sitting by Paddy might not have been the best idea, he won't stop flicking the ponytail on top of Tom's head.

"Tom, why won't you tell me why your hair is like that?" Paddy asked, flicking his hair another time. Tom's reflexes are good, but sometimes too good. His hand shot up from under the table, and he glared at Paddy.

"Pads, stop asking." Tom hissed, removing his hand from Paddy's wrist. Nikki came up from behind Tom, smacking him in the back of his head saying to "knock it off" with his brother.

Luckily dinner started before Tom could make anyone else upset at the dinner table. Dominic finally sat down at the end of the table, instantly making me nervous.

"Y/N, dear," Nikki says, finishing her bit of food, "why are you wearing gloves in the house?"

"I'm . . . um . . . m-my hands just are sore from . . . nunchuck training class today?" I stutter out. What kind of excuse it that?

Tom makes a snorting-laughing noise, trying to contain his laughter from the table. I forcefully stepped on his foot, making him jump a little bit, so he can stop laughing.

For the rest of the night, we all made small talk about random things. My family, how long I'm staying in England for with Tom, you know, the usual.

"So, Y/N," Dominic starts, "what do you do for a living?"

Oh gosh, here comes the awkwardness. "Well, I'm an actress." Everyone's eyes widen at the table, almost surprised that I am.