Tom Holland Imagines

He doesn't pay attention to you

A/N: This is #5!! Hope you like iiiit

"Hey babe", you say loudly as you open the door to Toms house. You don't get an answer so you get out of your coat and shoes and look for him. He's not in the kitchen nor in the living room. You jog upstairs. "Tom?"

Tom gave you keys to his house a very long time ago and you pretty much live here by now. Even when he's gone filming you spend more time here than in your flat.

"Tom", you ask again as you open the door to his office space. There he is, sitting on his desk with a script in his hands. "Oh hi!", he says, surprised, as he looks up at you. Only shortly though, his head goes straight back down, his eyes focusing on script. He seems very concentrated. You're a little surprised he doesn't ask you about your day as he usually would but you shrug it off. Instead you walk over to him and lean down to peck his lips. "When you're still busy, shall I go downstairs and make some dinner?"

His eyes light up as he glances at you quickly. "That would be amazing."

You tousle his hair and smile. As you walk out of the room you hear a quick "thank you" being yelled after you which makes you chuckle. Usually, you cook dinner together but you don't mind doing it by yourself tonight at all. Because you know Tom's most likely not eaten much today as he tends to forget to eat when he's busy, especially when he's not trying to bulk up for another marvel movie, you decide to make lasagna.

It takes you about an hour to prepare the food. You call Tom downstairs when it's ready and sit down on the table in the kitchen. He joins you minutes later but instead of catching up now, he's brought the script to read during dinner. You sigh but smile. He is very cute when he's so invested in something. And you know he's not trying to be rude. He probably doesn't even realize he's not talked or even looked at you properly today.

"What's the script about?", you ask, trying to make some conversations. He just puts some more lasagna in his mouth whilst being focused on the pages. "Can't tell you yet", he says between bites.

You let it go, finish your dinner whilst observing Tom eating and reading and turning the pages every now and then. That script better turn out to be a very good movie in the end.

When he gets up to do the dishes you stop him. "You go keep reading that script and I'll finish this of", you say. Tom hesitates at first but you gently push him out of the kitchen.

"I don't deserve you", he says and disappears in the living room. You really hope he'll be done when you finished cleaning so you can keep watching the Netflix show you started yesterday.

You're to be mistaken.

You're laying on the sofa, Tom's sitting by your feet. In his hands? His script. Whilst he first started to caress your legs when you layed down, he quickly zoned out again and stopped. You sigh. You really don't mind him being busy but you don't often have this much time with him as he's usually traveling for work and you've not had a particularly good day at university either so you're actually desperate for some loving attention from your boyfriend.

Your feet end right where Tom's sitting so you softly start tapping his leg with your toes. At firs you do so randomly, then you tap to the beat of the song that's been stuck in your head all day. Tom doesn't even seem to notice. Finally, you tap according to the sound effects of the show which Tom eventually notices. He looks down in confusion first, then he starts laughing. "What are you doing?", he asks, finally – FINALLY – looking at you for more than three seconds.

"I'm not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention", you chuckle.

"I've been giving you attention", Tom says which makes you laugh out loud.

"No you haven't."

"Yes I have."

"So you remember that I told about how we had to evacuate uni today because someone called the police and told them they hid a bomb somewhere?"

Tom's face falls. "You had to what? God no I'm so sorry I really didn't pay attention are you okay?"

His honest concern makes you feel a little bad but you can't stop yourself from laughing anyways. "No Tom, you haven't been paying attention. Because I didn't tell you that – it didn't happen."

"Oh you little evil", Tom says, throws down the script and attacks you, starting to tickle your sides. You try to get him off of you as you catch your breath.

Finally he stops and leans down to kiss you. Then he flips you around so you're between his legs, your back on his chest. He puts his arms around you and squeezes you a little.

"I'm all here now, so tell me about your day. Sounded crazy!"