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.
"It's like people are surprised to see us dating," Tom mumbled, giving you a quick kiss. He readjusted the towel hanging around his neck and placed it over his lap. "How are you, my lovely?"
"Shove off, you just want your money for wearing the speedo," you laugh, hiding the palms of your hands in the sweatshirt.
Tom put a hand on his chest, "me? Want money?" He laughed as you punched him in the shoulder. "No, I want to trade in my money for something else."
You rolled your eyes, "yes, you can choose where we eat for lunch and I'll pay for all of it." Tom placed a hand on your shoulder and grabbed you into a hug. He shook his head, smiling and giggling quietly to himself.
"I want you to swim with me tonight," Tom whispered into your ear. You shook your head this time and attempted to turn around to look at him, but Tom kept you still in his arms. "I will take care of everything, just meet me back at the school at eleven tonight." Tom gave you one last kiss on the cheek before running off to the boys locker room to take a quick shower.
"Why couldn't you just accept my money."
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Tom never established certain things like if you needed to bring a towel or what time you would return home at. Even when you asked him questions over text, his only response would be the emoji that looks like it is telling a secret. (🤫)
You changed into a floral swimsuit top and swim leggings (yes they are real) before arriving to the school. Tom was already standing outside of his car in the empty parking lot when you arrived, holding a bag in one hand and his keys in another.
He looked up from his phone once he saw your car lights turn the appear in his vision. You laughed at how happy he looked once you pulled into a parking spot next to his car, then he took it a step further to greet you at your car window.
Slowly, you rolled down the window and smiled at your boyfriend. "So, Mr. Swimmer Boy, how are we getting into the school to swim?"
Tom showed you his key ring, "I have the keys to the pool room." He smiled proudly.
"Thomas, did you really go this far into stealing?" you hissed and his face went into full panic mode when you suddenly transferred from happy Y/N to scary bear.
"No, no, no," he reassured you, "since I'm captain, I get the keys in case coach isn't here to do so. And don't worry, he already knows I like to be here after school hours when nobody is around. Then he goes around telling everyone I'm his most trusted student."
"That's hard to believe," you tease. Tom gave you another dramatic look, causing you to giggle at him. "Okay, let me get out of my car and we can head in."
Tom took you to the back doors while fumbling with his keys, holding your hand, and carrying a bag all at the same time. Once he got the key in, Tom slowly opened up the back door and pulled you inside the heated room.
The rooms turned on through motion sensors, making you yelp a little when they turned on all the sudden. Clearly you are not in here very often. Next, Tom unlocked both girls and boys restrooms and the closet full of pool "equipment" which is really a bunch of pool toys.
Tom turned around to face you, grinning very widely. "In this bag I have gotten you a few things, including a swimsuit, so you have to change into that. I will be in boys bathroom putting on my swimsuit while you are in the girls restroom putting on what I got you." He hands you the bag he's been holding, but you push it away from him and shake your head.
"Isn't what I'm wearing fine? Swim leggings and this top?" You said, pointing down at your own clothes.
"Swim leggings?" Tom asked and handed you the bag again. "Babe, just please wear what I got you since I had to literally go into the girls section and I got your right size! It was so embarrassing."
You groan, taking the bag from his hands and slumped your way to the girl's bathroom. In all honesty, you almost got lost in the bathroom. There were lockers, showers, toilets, and sinks with tons of twist and turns. It made it impossible to find the bathroom stalls.
Tom got you black high waist-ed bikini bottoms and matching black and white patterned high neck top for you to wear. Definitely not one of your first choices when it comes to wearing swim wear, but this is for him.
As soon as you walked out of the bathroom, Tom was there to grab you into a big hug and bury his head in your neck. He left little kisses on your neck, which made you squeal from his sudden attack.
"Woo, I did a good job picking out a swimsuit for you," Tom swooned, looking up and down at your body. Your face immediately flared up, since it is not everyday when you wear something that revealing.
You smacked his bare shoulder and noticed him in his swim shorts, not a speedo. "I see you found big boy pants as well," you smirk. Tom gives you a small, innocent smile and grabs your waist again to pull you towards the pool. "Hold up, let me put my hair up, Mister."
Tom rolled his eyes and sighed. You broke away from his grip to tie your hair up, but as soon as it was up and ready, Tom had gotten a hold of you and jumped in. He dove under water in the five foot section like it was nothing; then there was you, who stood in the water and wanting warmth.
You wrapped your arms around your shoulders, hoping it would keep you from shivering. It didn't. As Tom always said "go under water and you'll warm up fast" since he was the expert swimmer, but your job is to not get your hair wet so that's a big no.
"Awh," Tom cooed from behind you. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you even more chills from your cold body mixed with his wet one. "You need to be warmed up? You seem pretty cold, and I know just the solution." He smirks, leaning both you and him backwards into the water.
"Just don't get my hair wet," you grump and cross your arms over your chest. Tom lightly kisses your neck and nudges his wet hair against your shoulders, still sending you chills.
For a couple minutes, you and Tom just stay there in the water. He prayed that you were warming up in the water and you prayed that he wouldn't slip. Who are you kidding, he still probably do that on purpose.
"You still cold?" Tom asks, but before he could finish, you were already nodding your head. He laughs, drifting off towards the edge of the pool. Tom got out first and walked towards a large closet to fish out a pool toy.
Seconds later, Tom appeared with a pool floaty that looked like a flat recliner chair. It is blue and green poke-a-dotted and it even had a back rest! Now that's pool floaty advanced technically. You immediately sparked up with excitement when Tom brought it over to you, but pulled it back with a smirk.
"Now, my little Duckling, you may get this, if and only if you work with me in the pool," Tom smirked again and set the floaty away from your reach. He hopped back into the pool with you, making a very big splash in the water that got all over your face.
"Holland," you growled, wiping the water from your face. "What did I tell you?"
Your boyfriend smirked at you and grabbed your hands, "I think I did nothing wrong. I got your face wet, not your hair." Tom pulled you to the edge of the pool and sat back, getting ready to explain something to you. "I'm gonna teach you some simple swim strokes that even primary kids know how to do; so first, we are going to start with the breaststroke."
Of course, you couldn't stop yourself from giggling about how serious Tom has become. He dove from his spot next to you and swam down and back in the lane, doing the entire thing perfectly. When Tom came back out of the water, he made a dramatic gasping noise from being underwater and smiled down at you.
"Your turn," his smile quickly turned into a mischievous smirk, but you rolled your eyes and shook your head at him. "I swear, Y/N, this will all be worth it at the end." Tom begged with his big, brown doe eyes and a quivering lip.
Once again, you rolled your eyes at him, but gave into his wishing. "Alright, show me what you want," his face grew with happiness and excitement, making you all happy from seeing him happy.
For the next twenty minutes, Tom somewhat taught you the breaststroke, backstroke, and sidestroke. Each time Tom showed you a new stoke, you stood in one place and "swam" there as he did multiple laps up and down the lane. Then every time he came back down to do a little flip and swim the other way again, he'd laugh and purposely splash you before taking off again. Sure, you would try to get him back, but he swam too fast away from you.
A couple times, Tom would stand behind you and "help" you with the swimming strokes. You had to tell him multiple times that you got it yourself, which he fully understood, but ignored you on. Helping you swim was just an excuse to be closer to you.
"This-this is too much exercise," you pretended to pant heavily, hoping he got the message of stopping this mini workout session you didn't sign up for.
Tom let out a breathy laugh, obviously tired from swimming back and forth, and grinned at you. "Alright, let's go get the— never mind, you are already getting it." Once Tom finally gave you permission to get the pool floaty, you were already jumping out of the pool to grab the floaty and set it in the pool. Tom hopped out of the pool after you, water dripping off of him everywhere as he made his way towards you. He grabbed a two towels off of a nearby bench, handing one of them to you after you successfully threw the floaty into the water.
There was a small blush forming on his face when you came over to retrieve the towel from him. When you grabbed it from his arm, Tom quickly turned away from you to dry his hair and hope that you didn't notice his crimson cheeks. The towel he gave you matched the one he was using; he has an Iron Man one while he gave you Captain America.
"What is this?" you wrap the towel around your body and tease Tom, who is still staring down at the floor. "Is thee Tom Holland a blushing mess from seeing a girl in a swimsuit?"
He awkwardly coughed from under the blanket, still not looking over at you. "Um, no? I just . . . you know . . . forgot how good you looked when we go on pool dates together. It's not everyday I get to see you half naked, or me either. God, I need to stop talking."
You walked over to Tom, removing the Iron Man towel from around his head and smiled at him. "Come on, you big div, I know you love water, but I wanna cuddle."
Tom walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, resting his chin on your head. Very quietly, he whispered little things into your ears, making you smile and giggle in his chest. You steered Tom over to the pool floaty as he kept talking about all of his favorite things about you. About your personality. About you total chillness and not a care in the world. About how lucky he is to have you in his life. And how cute you looked to him, which is an added bonus.
Eventually, you and Tom laid down on the pool chair. He laid down first, then you laid on top of him. There were a few causalities where the floaty was unbalanced and you and Tom fell off the chair, landing into the chlorinated water.
On the last attempt, Tom snuck over to his phone and turned on a playlist of songs from his Calming soundtrack on spotify. This time when you and Tom got onto floaty, you two successfully made it on without falling back into the water.
The song True Colors begun playing over speakers; it made you smile and Tom wonder how lucky he is to have you. He started running his fingers throughout your tied up hair, and occasionally kissed your temple when he felt like it.
"Whatever is going on in that little head of yours, I just want you to know that you are amazing, beautiful, and such a lovely human being. Even if you still don't want to be my swimming buddy, that's fine, I have Harrison."
"Damn boy, you are so lucky I love you enough to not shove you off of this floaty."
"Love you too, little Duckling," he grins, giving you a long, lingering kiss on the lips.
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
True-ish story because I actually refused to swim during my gym class and I sat out and watched the male divers dive. Sure, I could have done other things, but one of them was wearing a speedo and it was pink and purple 😂