✓ TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES [BOOK 1/2]

"Whatever, Holland" 🐙 Tom Holland

I sat alone in the cold, dark park. It was way past midnight as I pulled up my phone, aimlessly checking the time every minute or so. I pushed my hair over my shoulder as I rocked gently on the small park swing, completely alone, almost drowning in the silence.

I gripped the clear glass bottle in my hand tightly, the fancy writing laced on the label. I tipped it as it met my lips, letting the liquid burn down my thirst as I took litre after litre. My head was already spinning as the glass was parted from my freezing lips. I huddled myself together as the night bounced in.

"Fuck.." I whispered under my breath as a strong hush of wind blew through the trees, standing my bare arms. My feet muddled beneath me as I pushed back and forth, gaining no altitude. I was practically frozen in time.

I heard the faint footsteps trailing from behind me, I swung round and never sobered up so quickly. "Y/n!" I heard Toms worried, anxious voice coat my ears. He stumbled over his feet as he picked up his pace, jogging towards me. "What now?" I groaned as he sat down beside me.

"I've been looking for you for over an hour, you told me you'd be five minutes!" He whined. I rolled my eyes in disbelief that he even cared the slightest about me. "Look, you don't have to pretend to care, Tom. I know my sister guaranteed paid you to do this" I said, standing up and wobbling a little. He glanced at me with sorrow filled eyes, shining in the night.

He sighed. I spun around a little too quickly and ended up on my arse. If I wasn't so low then maybe I would have laughed, but both of us stayed silent. Tom stood from the swing, holding out a hand for me to take. I took it with regret as he pulled me up gently. "I came under my own will" he sighed. I shrugged. "Whatever, Holland." I said smugly and began to walk off onto the concrete trail. "The least I could do is walk you home" he said, attending my side. I rolled my eye once again. "If you insist"

-x-

"Well, thanks for walking me, I guess" I said as I shoved my hands into my pockets, walking up my porch. He shrugged. "No problem" he smiled weakly. I smiled back, something I hadn't done in a while. "Y/n?" He cut me off before I reached my door. I looked over my shoulder to see him walking up the steps. "Yeah?" I asked. He stopped in front of me. His lips were pale and his cheeks were red. "Do you... Maybe wanna hang out some time?" He asked.

I looked at him with disbelief. The coolest kid in school was asking me, Y/n, to hang out. I couldn't tell if it was the earlier hangover or if I was dreaming. "And I thought I was drunk" I giggled.
"I'm being serious" he said sternly. I nodded. "Ok, sure" I smiled. His face lit up at my response and his movement became bouncy. "Afterschool, six o'clock?" He asked. I nodded my head gingerly. "Sounds great".