tom holland imagines

drunk in love

The sound of the loud music playing through the many speakers spread throughout the house was enough for a slight headache to start making its way to your head. You tried to ignore it as you took another sip from your drink.

Your best friend had begged for you to come to this party for over a week, but it always ended on you turning her down. You had broken up with your boyfriend a little more than a month ago, and you really felt like you weren't in the place to go out and have fun.

That was until you realised what you were depriving yourself of. Do I really want to spend the rest of my life laying on my bed with a bucket of ice cream by my side and just quit having a normal, healthy life while feeling sorry for myself? The breakup was over a month ago, he's probably over it by now. I think it's time for me to get over it too. Those were your final thoughts before agreeing to go to the party with your friend.

Being honest, you didn't even know whose party this was, and you highly doubted your friend knew either. Her exact words were 'he's a guy from college, anyone's invited'. So there you were, surrounded by people you didn't know, with five drinks already in your system, and your determination on getting absolutely hammered.

A few hours passed before you could actually feel the alcohol controlling your actions as you danced around an awful amount of sweaty bodies. You had completely lost track of your best friend, the last time you saw her being over half an hour ago, devouring some guy she just met. Dancing like there was no one watching, you suddenly felt an arm touching your shoulder.

"(y/n), is that you?" You heard a familiar voice say and you turned around to meet his face.

"Oh my God, Tom!" You exclaimed cheerfully as you went to hug him. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"We literally saw each other last week," Tom reasoned with furrowed eyebrows. "How drunk are you? Harrison would totally freak out if he saw you right now." He stated with amusement.

"He's not here, is he?" You asked as worry quickly rushed through your body at the thought of your older brother seeing you in that state.

"Chill, he didn't come," Tom reassured you and you sighed in relief.

Tom has been your brother's best friend for as long as you can remember. When you were younger, the three of you would always hang out together, he became like a second brother to you. The age gap between you and Harrison is only of two years, so it's logical that hanging with him and his friends would appear so natural. But as time went by, you and Tom drifted apart, mainly because Harrison thought hanging with his little sister was lame. But you couldn't exactly blame him, since those thoughts started to appear early in his teenage years —also known as the time he became stupid.

Maybe drifting apart from you was a good thing for Tom, since he was starting to develop feelings for you in his early teens. Not seeing you as often as he used to really helped him get rid of those feelings. Although, he couldn't help but notice how his stomach would flip every time he saw you —even now, with the both of you being in your early twenties. But he'd always ignore it, telling himself those feelings are completely gone because, why wouldn't they? It happened years ago, and it was probably just a stupid high school crush.

"Will you dance with me?" You asked with a goofy smile on your face, the alcohol doing all the talking. "I'm all by myself," you said with pouty lips.

"You came here on your own?" Tom asked, suddenly sobering up a little, worry replacing the alcohol in his system.

"No, I came with Claire but-" you stopped to look around yourself to see if you could find her. "I lost her," you concluded with a little frown that Tom found absolutely adorable, but maybe it was just the alcohol taking control of his mind.