Tom Holland Imagines

Sneaky | Tom Holland

Request: Can you do a tom holland imagine where they go bowling and the girl is just super good and tom is suprised

Imagine #27

Y/S/S: Your Shoe Size

Word Count: 2278

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Y/N'S POV:

A sigh comes from my lips as I continue to scroll through the iPad that was placed on my stomach. I adjust my feet that rested on Tom's lap, his eyes glued to the television screen as soccer game showed live.

We had been cooped up inside his apartment since Saturday evening when I came to stay the night, and it was presently Monday afternoon. It wasn't that I didn't mind staying cuddled up to him everyday- because I do, but I just wanted to actually do something else.

Letting another exaggerated sigh fall for me, I set the iPad on the coffee table and sit up straight, my feet still propped on him. I scoot closer to him and trace invisible lines over his bicep, hoping to get his attention. Instead, he quickly glances at me and smiles before switching his eyes back to the addicting game.

"Tom. . .Thomas. . .Tommy." I lie my head on his shoulder.

"Hmm?" He hums, not even looking at me.

I lightly bang my forehead on his shoulder, but still don't get an actual response from him. While continuing to bother him, he wraps his left arm around me, rubbing his hand up and down my back assuringly.

"Can we do something? Like, actually go outside and see the beautiful rays of sunshine." I mumble

Tom's fingers play with the ends of my hair as he lets out a huff. "Of course, but after the game is done- it literally has like five minutes left."

Deciding to fix my position while I patiently wait, I move my body onto his lap and place my head in the crook of his neck. Both of his arms hold onto me as we watch the rest of the game, the ball being passed back and forth between the different teammates.

I grasp a hold onto one of Tom's hands and intertwine them together, and I began to twist the sliver promise ring around his slim finger. Soon, the game finally comes to an end and Tom picks up the remote, changing to another channel which was currently showing reruns of The Office.

"Babe," I say, poking his chest. "I love this show, but you said we were gonna go out."

"Oh yes!" He sits up with me still in his arms. "How about bowling? We haven't done that since we first met."

Without responding, I climb off his lap and run upstairs to grab my shoes and other needed belongings. I race back downstairs, only to find Tom still in the same spot and typing away on his phone.

"Thomas Stanley Holland!" I exclaim sternly. "Get your fine ass up so we can actually earn some fresh air, that's floating on the outside of this apartment."

"Okay, Miss. Cranky-Pants." He smacks my bum before heading up to his bedroom to get changed into some different clothes.

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THIRD PERSON:

Tom and Y/N stroll through the spinning doors, hand in hand. The disco lights flashing around in the bowling alley, families and friends letting out enjoyable laughter as they played. The happy couple walk over to the front counter, Y/N really being the eager one since they were finally out and away from Tom's couch.