Tom Holland Imagines

Swimming is a No From Me (T.H.)

2nd Person POV

"Okay class, this Friday we are taking a trip to the pool and swimming so bring your swimsuits and towels or else points will be taken off." Mr. Murky shouts as you and other students leave the gym. Great, just great. The plan for taking this gym class was to ignore swimming, and now that's not going to happen. Stupid Mr. Murky.

A hand pulled you back under the bleachers, taking you away from your other classmates who were going into the locker rooms. "Hey, sweetheart," Tom whispers, kissing your forehead. His hair was still damp from his gym class, aquatics. There was no doubt that the captain of the swim team takes an aquatics class, and dating him is just a plus. "Heard you were gonna visit my second home on Friday?" He smiled, nudging his nose against my head.

"Yeah," you sigh into his chest, "but I'm not gonna swim whatsoever." Your arms wrap around his waist, but they are quickly pulled back to Tom giving you a funny look.

"Why not!" He exclaimed, giving you a frazzled look. "Swimming is the best," Tom sang quietly.

"And I told you I'm there to support you, not compete with you," you poked his chest and begun walking towards the girls locker room.

Tom came up behind you, tackling you in a hug and kissing you neck, "I know, I know," he said in between breaths. "Meet me back here so we can go to lunch?"

"Yes please, I'm in desperate need for some food," you said in a sassy way and pulled away from Tom's grip.

"Than we shall go out for tacos."

"Oh my god yes."

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"Oh my god no."

You and Tom made a bet two days ago at lunch that if he showed up to class wearing a Speedo, then you would have to pay him in fifty euros. Oh and look, someone is wearing a red and blue colored speedo in the pool.

From the top of the bleachers you could see Tom swimming happily back and forth. Everyone in the pool room was talking about his choice of swimwear like they have never seen someone where a speedo before. That's not even the worse part; his best friend Harrison, who is also on the swim team, also decided to wear a speedo so Tom wouldn't be embarrassed.

"Such divs," you mumble as both boys head over to the diving boards. Almost all the girl's eyes were on them as the boys smiled and laughed at their pathetic jokes they shared.

You sat back against the bleachers, taking your phone out of Tom's sweatshirt pocket, and started scrolling through all social medias. Occasionally, your eyes wandered to Tom doing front flips, back flips, and dives off the board. At one point, he and Haz had friendly competition against each other, until the gym teachers told them to quit it.

People all along the pool were watching and cheering for them. You could also see some of the girls down there trying to get their attention. Sure, it got Haz's attention plenty, but Tom on the other hand, he was only staring up at you, making sure you were okay by yourself.

What felt like an hour later, the class was finally over. You should have been paying more attention to the other people around you, and not just your phone, since there were literal gasps when Tom sat down next to you.