Tom Holland Imagines

Welcome to Tokyo (T.H.) p3

1st Person POV

As much as I want to sit next to Tom on the plane and discuss things with him, Harry wouldn't allow it. Harry wanted to edit photos and more videos on his laptop, and he prefers my input on filters for photos and scenes for videos. Needless to say, Tom is not happy.

Actually, Tom is very not happy. After the long hours on the plane, we made it to a somewhat sunny London. My neck aches, Harrison is very tired, Harry is hungry, and Tom looks like he's about to strangle someone. Everyone is in such a mood today.

Luckily my luggage is one of the first ones to arrive, meaning I can get out of here faster. The boys didn't take it personally, they all knew I wanted to go home and sleep. We all wave our goodbyes to each other, and even got a small smile from Mister Cranky-Pants himself.

At my flat, I am happy to see that nobody broke in. That's always a plus. My fake plants are untouched. Random cup of water is still there. My clothes are still unfolded on the floor. My home is still a mess though.

I scramble around my bedroom for a tank top and shorts to wear for bed. My flat is pretty hot from the summer sun and it definitely needs to cool down. I'm sat on my couch with a blanket laying over my lap while I watch the fourth Harry Potter movie. Not one I would prefer to watch, but I'm too tired to care and I knew I would be asleep soon. Besides, it was either that or My Little Ponies.

It has been about an hour of Harry Potter, I still can't fall sleep because of my neck being tense, and Harrison calls me. Has he not had enough of me in the last couple of days?

"Miss me already?" I tease into the phone. His laugh comes out as a wheeze, like he's trying to catch his breath from running.

"Um, well, not me. You see, after you left, Tom went straight home, then to the gym. So I followed him, and for the last hour, he has been throwing punches at our instructor or a bunch of bags." Harrison manages to say between heavy breaths. "I told him to calm down, he won't, so could you please come to the gym and talk some sense into him?"

"What's in it for me?"

"A chocolate chunk biscuit?" he squeaks out. Goddamn, he knows how much I like my chocolate chunk biscuits/cookies.

"Lemme grab a jacket, then I'll be on my way." I tell him. Harrison cheers through his side of the phone, repeating the word "thank you many times. He probably even has a fist pumping into the air. "But just so you know, Harrison Osterfield, I am missing Harry Potter for Tom."

"You must really love him if you're missing Harry Potter."

"Shut up!"

The sun has gone down many minutes ago, and the only jacket I could find in my flat is Tom's jacket. Plus, it is his really fluffy one. He can just get it back later.

I got to the gym to see Harrison standing outside on his phone, shivering a bit. He also has gym clothes on too, probably getting a small workout in before trying to calm down his best friend. Once I got to him, he left me by yelling "good luck" and that he ordered me cookies to my flat tomorrow morning.

"Hey, Tommy," I say in the most kiddish way possible. It almost always gets his attention. It also makes him stutter sometimes.

His head whips around from his trainer, he looks somewhat surprised to see me. At first, he had a really mean and hard look on his face, but once he saw me, it instantly softened.

"Let's . . . let's take a break, yeah?" Tom mumbles over to his trainer, who nods his head and immediately exits the boxing ring. "What are you—"

"Go home and sleep," knowing Tom, he's probably going to come up with some kind of excuse for being here so late. He really does need sleep though, and possibly a nice cup of hot tea.