Tom Holland Imagines

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    You and your best friend were sitting outside of their shared house with their boyfriends and Harry, Toms brother.

"I'm going to start a live," Harrison said, breaking the silence. You were currently writing a paper due for college as Y/F/N scrolled through her phone.

"Okay." You said, your eyes not leaving the screen.

"Babe, you've got to chill out with that paper." Tom said to you. He kissed your cheek.

"I can't chill out! This is my final grade, Thomas!" Y/F/N laughed at them.

"You two are cute." She smiled. You looked up from the screen to look at her.

"Look who's talking." You said smirking.

"Everyone stop being a couple, please." Your typing continued.

"I don't love you anymore, Thomas." You mumbled. He chuckled at you and squeezed your thigh before getting up.

"Hey everyone!" Harrison said to the phone screen. "We're currently outside with Harry, Tom, Y/N, and Y/F/N." He had to hide his love for his true love.

"I'm done!" You yelled excitedly. Tom high fived you.

"Y/N had to write a paper for University. She's boring." He whispered loudly enough for you to hear.

"Shut up, Haz." Harrison was reading the comments.

"These people are saying (ship name). It's yours and Toms ship name. According to your fans." He laughed. He put the camera on you, you were in a hoodie of Toms and some sweats. Unlike Y/F/N, who was dressed nicely.

"Ew." You said bluntly. Tom gasped.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" You all laughed.

"Tom, we live with you. Yes you are." Y/F/N said. Harrison laughed.

"I guess I started this because Harry and I put steak on the fire."

"My fire," Tom said as he stood admiring his work. "Can we even eat this?" He asked.

"I'm ordering Panda Express." Y/F/N said as she opened their website on her phone.

"Ooo," you said as you sat by your best friend. "Let's get the broccoli and beef, orange chicken, honey-walnut shrimp, rice and noodles." Y/F/N ordered large quantities of all.

"You know me so well, Y/N." Tom said. Harry shot him a look.

"Sure," you said.

"Can you get the wantons?" Harry asked.

"Sure," you said again. Harrison looked at you.

"Is that the only word you know?" Y/F/N laughed at his comment.

"Well, no-" Harry cut you off.

"Then why do you keep saying 'sure'?" You rubbed your forehead.

"Umm, I don't know? Shouldn't you be worrying about the steak that we aren't going to eat?" Harrison looked at Harry.

"Harry, the steak! Get the tongs from inside the house!" Harry didn't even listen. He grabbed two sticks and flipped the steak.

"Careful!" Your friend chimed in. You all watched as Harry dropped a steak in the fire. "Harry!" He dropped the sticks.

"In done with this."

"He's right, we're not going to eat it anyway." Tom said. The camera was facing Harrison, so he sat close next to you, his girl on the porch. Harrison wished he could do the same, but he didn't want their relationship to be public yet. They enjoyed their little outings, not being bothered by paparazzi.