Tom Holland Imagines

The Hair (T.H.)

1st Person POV

One of the most amazing things about Tom is his amazing hair. A light brown with a touch of red given by his mother. A cute and curly look given by his father. The perfect look.

One of the most frustrating things about Tom is also his hair. Literally, every single role he gets, something new is done with his hair. When he does get a new role in a movie, I have to make sure he doesn't totally mess up his hair. The fans go wild either way.

Today, I told Tom that he could do whatever he wanted too since I needed to spend my day reading my new book. I was able to get a good couple of hours reading, until Tom came home in a sneaky fashion. He had a bag in one hand and his coat in another. The coat was thrown to the floor as his feet sped up past me in the living room, then he hid in the bathroom. This kind of stuff from him doesn't faze me anymore.

Then the giggles begin. For the last ten minutes, Tom has been laughing none stop in the bathroom. Maybe he's having a nice bath, or he found something funny on his phone while using the toilet.

I put my book down, "Tom?" I shout in our small apartment. The giggling stops and the "shit" and "I'm going to get caught" is being muttered by the boy. This really can't be good. "Open the damn door, Holland!"

"No," he squeaks out. Tom is silent on the other side of the door, but praying slightly that I would leave sometime soon. When I try to open the bathroom door, I hear Tom gasp and step back. I don't know why though, he locked it. Luckily, I always carry bobbie pins with me in my hair.

The door is opened in seconds and Tom is standing in fear. For the entire time he has been home, Tom is shirtless and dying his precious hair. His precious hair. Oh my god.

I take a deep breath, "Thomas, tell me why you have decided to dye your hair at four in the afternoon without saying anything to me." Tom gives me no answers, he just shrugs his shoulders. "Do you know how upset your fan are going to be on social media? They will make fun of you for months!"

"Love, I have it all figured out." Tom tries to reassure me. He takes one of the gloves off his hands and shows me his recent Instagram story. A picture that he photoshopped of himself with blonde hair. It asks about his fans "thoughts" about the new look. By the reactions from Twitter and Instagram, they aren't the best. . . .

"Is this going to be another hair stunt like the Chaos Walking one?" I ask him, which he excitedly nods his head at me. There is another deep sigh at leave my mouth. "Okay, if you are doing this, then I'm going to help you. I'll go grab a chair from the kitchen for you to sit in. Can you please grab me some new gloves?"

I turn around to leave the small bathroom, but Tom grab my wrist and shouts at me to wait. "I—I can do this on my own. Look how far I'm getting!"

"Tom! There's a huge spot on the back of your head that you missed. Please, just let me help you. I'm really good with dying hair. I did it a lot in high school." This time, I'm able to leave Tom in the bathroom, a little dumbfounded that I have dyed my hair in the past.

Once I got the chair into the bathroom, Tom sat down and gave me the gloves. "New rule, when you want to dye your hair again, let me buy everything, because all this stuff you have here is amateur stuff." I pick up the bottle of hair dye and the box it came in, reading all the directions. There isn't much left to dye on Tom's head, since he did most of it.

It took ten minutes to finished dying Tom's hair, and it look pretty good. I kept him company in the bathroom while we wait for the blonde dye to soak in. During that time, I took pictures of the dye in his hair to send to his family, and they were all very confused and concerned.

The thirty minutes went by very quickly, thank to Tom's talkative personality. I reread the box one last time before giving Tom the final instructions. "Now, I need you to take a shower and really massage your head. Also, I don't want you looking at the outcome until I'm with you."

"Or you could join me in the shower?" He asks with a hopeful smile.

I closed the door on him.

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Tom can rock a towel twirled on top of his head. He came out of the bathroom shirtless, once again, but with a white towel wrapped in his head. "I have not looked, I swear," he puts his arms up in defense and giggles like a little boy.

I take Tom back to the bathroom and bring out my hairdryer and my hairbrush. Tom sits back down in the chair, takes out his phone, and begins recording a video. "Are we ready to uncover the hair?" That stupid dramatic voice, Tom said that in his stupid dramatic voice. We all know what that sounds like.

The towel came off his head in a swift motion and thumped to the floor. We both had a late reaction, because we have never seen Tom Holland so blonde before. He's either short and brown or long and brown with curls all around. In the end, Tom and I have never laughed so hard in our lives.

"I'm saving that video for later." He puts the phone down next to the sink and sits back in the chair. "What do we do now with my hair?"

My hand comes in contact with his hair, ruffling it around a bit and moving it to both side of his head. "Well, I'm going to dry it. Then you can decide if you want to keep it blonde or dye it back or dye it a different color."

"What other colors would I dye it, was this not enough surprise for you?" Tom laughs.

"I mean . . . I like the idea of you with blue hair," I smile down at Tom and sneak a little wink at him. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips, one that basically says "watch what I'm going to do next, Y/N" right in my face.

After blow drying Tom's hair, we got a finished view of his blonde hair. It's not bad, just not a preferred look for the man. Tom kicked me out of the bathroom to take mirror selfies, because he didn't want me "distracting" him. While that was most likely true, how dare he say that.

Five minutes later, Tom came into the living room with a beanie on his head and his keys for his hair. "I will be right back, I promise."

I look up from my book, "are you getting blue hair dye, Blonde Boy?"

Tom lets out an awkward cough, "what, no. I just, forgot the milk at the store today. Bye." Just like that, Tom is gone to buy blue hair dye, because I bought milk this morning. Come on, Tom, I've taught him how to lie better than that.

Once again, I go back to my book and wait for Tom to come home again. I make sure to send him a picture of the box of hair dye he needs to pick up, one that will not damage his hair. It ends up taking him another twenty minutes to come back, but this time on his way to the bathroom, he drags me with him.

"Help me," he whines out, shoving the box in my hands.

"Well," I start off, "how dark do you want the blue? We can have it fairly light or a nice, deep blue." I ruffle his hair again while reading the back of the box. The instructions look pretty much the same, but if he wants it dark, the process for dying his hair is going to take a lot longer than before.

"Dark, but not too dark, but dark," Tom confirms, sitting himself down in the chair. "Work your magic, Love, I'm ready."

After four dyes and a shower, Tom wraps his hair in another towel with a huge grin on his face. He pulls me back into bathroom, sits in his chair, and waits for me to uncover the towel.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Tom cheers.

I do it and it is not that bad. The blue isn't that dark either, which is a good thing, and it really brings his golden eyes out.

"My fans are so going to kill me."

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