1st Person POV
From under my eye lids, I can see that there's a bright light in the room. But do I want to check what it is? No. It feels like seven o'clock in the morning, I will not and shall not get up.
One of my eyes pop open to see my phone going off with tons of text messages from Nikki. Look at that it is seven in the morning and— goodness it's Tom's birthday! How could I forget that?
I reach over to grab my phone, finding it very hard to in the first place. My phone shines a small light down to see Tom's face nuzzled near my neck with an arm wrapped around my waist. I'm not getting out of here anytime soon.
The text messages from Nikki are all about begging me to make Tom food for his birthday, but knowing Nikki, she probably doesn't want to get up right now and this is her way of getting me to make food for everyone in the house. Such a Holland thing to do.
I send Nikki a quick message back saying I will go make everyone food after I figure out how to get out of the birthday boy's grip. She sent me back the laughing emoji, Nikki is such a big help.
"Hey, Tess," I whisper to the blue staffy laying on the floor. I pat my leg, getting her attention to come up on top of the bed. That got her excited. Tessa takes a small step back and jumps on the bed. She wedges in between me and Tom, like she usually does, and his grip transfers to Tessa instead of me. Bingo!
Very quietly, I slip a cardigan on and walk out of Tom's room to go downstairs. From across the hall, Sam softly closes his door, but almost blows his cover by jumping ten feet in the air when he sees me staring about at him.
"Y/N, what are you doing up!"
"I was about to ask you the same thing!"
"Well, I asked you first."
"I'm older, you tell me why you're up."
"But I'm younger."
"Sam," I stomp over in his direction as he curls into a little ball on the floor. "Your mom just texted me asking to make breakfast for everybody, happy?"
His eyes brighten, "I was gonna make food too!"
I help Sam off the ground so we could both make breakfast. In the kitchen, Sam began explaining to me how everything should be properly cooked, and to not listen to the box instructions. He also told me how his girlfriend came over last night and we have to make food for her too. That makes seven people to cook for.
While Sam starts to make hash browns for everybody, he put me on french toast making. Then together, we made tea for everybody in the flat. Once all the toast was done, Sam told me to get out a couple eggs, since they are his parent's favorite. No one else in the family likes to eat eggs as much as they do.
"Oh wait, look over the eggs while I go grab something for Tom real fast." Sam left the kitchen, making a sharp turn towards the garage. In five seconds, he returns with a supermarket bag that has food in it. "Okay, so I went to the store last night and bought some candles and a package of croissants. I was going to wait to give him one, but I bought a lot."
Sam puts the bag out on the table and takes out a croissant and a red candle, then stabs the candle into the bread. We set the rest of the plates out and give each plate a slice of toast, a cuppa, hash browns, and a fork. Then Sam put an even amount of eggs on Nikki and Dom's plates.
"So I'll bring up Paddy, Harry, and Tom's plates of food and you'll bring parents and Elysia's food." I push the four plates closer to me while Sam slides his closer to him. "Oh yeah, I get food too." How could I forget! Sam giggles from the other side of the table, so I smacked the back of his head.
Sam left upstairs to his parent's room while I venture to Paddy's room first. I knock on his door a couple times to hear a sleepily "come in" from the other side.
In his room, Paddy is watching cartoons on his television. Once he saw me appear with food, his eyes widen and he struggled to sit up in the large bed. I set the plate down next to him with his cup of tea on his nightstand.
He quietly thanks me, but before I left for Harry's food, I push away his curls and kiss his forehead.
I stuff a spoon full of potatoes into my mouth while grabbing Harry's plate and cup, what can I say, after making all this food I'm hungry! On my way back up the stairs, Sam and I pass by each other with tired smiles on our faces.
When I knock on Harry's door this time, he didn't answer. Then after knocking two minutes, it made me confirm that he's out like a light. I made my way into his room, setting down his food near his bed and staring at him. Harry managed to lay the wrong way on his bed, laptop near his head, and one sock on his foot. I'm not going to ask what happened last night.
"Harry Holland," I sing into his ear, "Harry Harry Holland." He stirs a little bit, but stuff his head under a pillow. "Harry Holland, I have breakfast for you."
His head jumps up when I mention there's breakfast, of course. "Shit, where!" I place the plate of food in front of his face, which has a very happy grin across it.
I crouch down in front of him, "I also made you some tea, Shaggy." I ruffle his hair and leave the boy the enjoy his food.
I leave Harry's room to hear giggles and shh's come from Sam's room. He probably woke up Elysia.
For the last time, I went down stairs to get mine and Tom's food, and I also grab a party hat. I had the party hat hiding under the sink, because I know for a fact Tom has no reason to look under there.
My feet cross the room to put down our plates and cups, Tessa's eyes following me the entire time. I take a small lighter out of my back pocket to light the croissant candle. This is adorable.
"Tessa, here girl," I whisper and her little ears perk up. She wiggles her body out of Tom's grip, leaving him stirring a bit.
Very carefully, I place the poke-a-dotted party hat on Tessa's head. She seems like she enjoys it, but knowing her, she's probably rip it all up soon.
Tessa jumps up onto the bed again, and looks between me and Tom. "Go wake him up, Tess." She probably didn't understand me, but I pointed towards Tom so I hope she got the message.
The little staffy starts messing with Tom by patting his arm. Her paw would sit on his bicep, then slide off until she tried again. But Tom just waves her again, and turns over towards the opposite side.
This time, Tessa gave a little bark and stuck her nose under his arm, which made Tom groan. "Tess, if you need to go out, go get Harry or something." His arm flops over to pet Tessa, but his eye brows furrow once his hand touched cardboard. One of his eyes creep open to just see his pet wearing a party hat that says "Happy Birthday" on the top, then he just groans again. "I'm getting to old for this."
"You are never to old for birthday breakfast."
Tessa jumps off to the side so Tom could roll over onto his side and see me. He knew he smelled something good, but possibly thought that it was his dreams. His lazy smile quickly turns into a sigh and smirk after seeing the croissant with a candle in my hand.
"It's a pre-birthday cake wish, but with a quackson!" I smile down at him, bringing the piece of food closer to him as he sat up in bed. He just rolls his eyes at me and laughs. Tom takes the croissant from my hands and blows the little light on top out. "So, what did you wish for?"
"Something you're never going to find out." It was probably for something Spider-Man themed or another dog, which I did not get him . . . this time. Tom takes the candle out of the croissant and eats a large bite in it. "Just because you bully me with it, does not mean I won't eat it." He munches on another piece of the bread, while offering me some at the same time. Now it's my turn to roll my eyes, but I take a bite out of it anyways because croissants are tasty!
Tom finishes off the little bit of food, and reaches over the bed to take the next serving of food. I sit down next to him, and grab the other plate of food since I'm hungry myself.
In between us, Tessa wags her tail and she shakes her head up and down to get the party hat off. It got so intense, she took both of her paws and finally pulled the hat off her head.
Tom gives her a dirty look, "come on, Tess, you looked so cute." She responds with a ruff bark and completely wedges her gave in between me and Tom. Great. With another mouth full of food, he snaps his fingers in front of me to get my attention while I sipped my tea. It may have not have been as warm as I liked it, but it will do. "I forgot to ask, did you make all of this? Because this is really good!"
I laugh into my mug, and take it away from my lips. "Funny story, your mum asked me to make food for you, and everybody else, this morning, but Sam already wanted to. So together, we made hash browns, french toast, tea, and eggs for everyone in the house, including Sam's girlfriend who snuck in last night." Without even realizing it, Tom leans over and gave me a quick kiss, after swallowing all the toast in his mouth.
"What did I do to deserve you?" he whispers close to my face. I sneak another kiss in, a lot longer one, and smile widely at him.
"I don't know, Holland, but I'm going to give this to you now in case I forget." I bend over to grab a box from the floor. The box is wrapped in gold paper to make it look fancy, which is good, because it is. Inside the box, there's a silver chained necklace, like some of the many ones he wears, but there's two charms hanging off the chain. One is a circle with T+(your initial) engraved in the middle and the other is an anchor, since we keep each other grounded.
The box makes his eyes widen; Tom doesn't like it when people gift him expensive things, since he already has so much stuff. He also constantly tells people to stop buying him things for the same reason. So, he tries to push the box away from him and mumble things like "I can't take this" or "I love you, but I told you nothing too expensive" and comments like that.
"Thomas, you are twenty-two years old and if you don't take it, I'll wear it myself." His eyes dart back down to the box, and back at me, then the box again. Slowly, I place the box in his hands again, and this time he opens it up.
His eyes flicker to me again after the box is fully opened up. "You didn't," he smirks, but it quickly turns into a grin, "no way, you did!"
I shrug my shoulders, and smile myself, "I thought that you needed a new chain to wear with the others, but I wanted to make it special."
Tom focuses on the little charms, and giggles like a little kid, "and there's a tiny anchor." He takes it out to examine it better, admiring the small details in both charms. Then he places it in the palm of my hand, "help me put it on?"
I punch his shoulder with my free hand. "Such a dork, but yes, I will." My fingers mess with the clip that meets to two ends of the necklace, and after two minutes of trying, Tom just took it away from me again and unclips it in two seconds. He hands it back to me, doing his hardest not to laugh at me. He does anyways.
My hands reach around his neck, but now I can't see where to clip it around his neck. I lean closer to him, and rest my chin on his shoulder to get a better look at what I am doing. "And, wait, got it!" I cheer, letting go of the necklace. I try to pull away from him, but his arms wrap around me and now I'm falling on top of him. Tom slowly starts to tackle my face with kisses, and mumbles little words between all of them.
A little yap stops Tom from kissing my face. His neck cranks around my face, seeing Tessa giving him her resting bitch face. She has one and we all know it.
"Can't we just stay like this forever, just the three of us, in this bed, watching Marvel movies until we die?" Tom says in a dreamy manor. His head falls onto my chest while his hand grazes Tessa's head, it is the only way for her to stop glaring at us.
"As much as I like that idea," I say back, running my fingers through his hair, "you have birthday plans today."
"No-oh," he whines, shaking his head.
"Thomas, the woman who birthed you wants to take you for ice cream, the least you could do it go." A loud groan escapes his mouth, but stops after I pinched the sides of his stomach. "I also think posting a birthday picture on Instagram would be a good idea."
Once more, he groans. Tom sits up and he grabs his phone off the small table. While he pulls up Instagram on his phone, I take Tessa into my arms and snuggle her a little bit. Well, it was her birthday just a couple days ago and she still thinks it is her birthday (more like birth-week).
I feel Tom's head lay back down on my stomach like it's a pillow. His screen mirror his facial expressions, and by the looks of it, he's not happy with his photo options.
"That's it, we are taking a photo right now." Tom's fingers dance around on the touch screen phone, finding the camera app and his face at an unflattering angle.
My hands cover my face, shielding it from the camera. "I look horrible, please no," I whine.
He scoffs, and reaches over to pull my hands away from my face. "You look beautiful to me no matter what, but can we please. It's my birthday," damn, he has some nerve pulling the birthday card on me. Tom pokes out his bottom lip, and looks at me like a puppy would. "I love you so much," he coos.
The comment makes Tessa's ears perk up and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Is that supposed to convince me more?"
Tom shakes his head, and smiles down at his phone. "No, but it does make a great photo for Instagram." My hands cover my face again from embarrassment. "Can I go back to bed with you now?"
"Maybe tonight if you actually interact with your family and not just me."
"Does that mean we can have—"
"No . . . okay, maybe, but at this rate, no."
You complete the ending yourself 😉
But OH MY GOODNESS HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY TO TOM
As you can tell, I made this imagine for his birthday, hence coming out on his birthday and being titled "birthday boy"
And today they officially start filming Spider-Man 2 so today is a very exciting day for the marvel fandom