tom holland imagines

(67) surprise party - tom h. ♕

Warning(s)?: party. drinking. language. a bit of angst if u squint.

Summary: You're finally planning on telling Tom about your feelings for him at the surprise birthday party you and Harrison planned for him, but fate might have other plans. 

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"Happy birthday!" is all Tom hears as he opens the door to his apartment, the lights coming on. The room is full to bursting with people, some Tom recognizes, and some he doesn't. All of them pop out of their hiding places, infectious smiles on every single individual face. Some were holding balloons, others blew party horns, and a select few had on hats.

"Ah, thanks everyone! This is insane!" Tom announces, looking around in awe. The room was decked out, thanks to you, Harrison, Jacob, Zendaya, and a few other friends. Streamers hung from the ceiling, colorful balloons bounced around the room, and a cake rested upon the marble counter in the kitchen, beside a cooler full of drinks. Birthday Song by 2 Chainz begins to play in the space, the guests taking this as a sign to start dancing and mingling.

You and Harrison emerge from the crowd, Harrison constantly pumping the confetti cannon in his hands which resulted in the floor being coated in many pieces of confetti. Sunglasses covered his eyes, otherwise it would've been a dead giveaway to Tom that Harrison recently smoked a joint or two. A satisfied smile rises to Tom's lips as you both walk up to him, knowing you two were the masterminds behind all of this. You adjusted the cone hat atop your head, locking eyes with Tom and taking in his appearance. He looked amazing, and was dressed awfully nice for a surprise party he knew nothing about. He wore a fitted black t-shirt with denim jeans and some Doc Martens.

"Happy early birthday, man!" Harrison exclaims before giving Tom a one-armed hug. "The big twenty two!" He pumps the confetti cannon again, making you laugh. You follow suit, giving Tom a hug as well, but yours is more affectionate. Your arms go around his neck tightly, his snaking around your waist before they stop at your lower back.

"Happy early birthday," you breathe into his neck, sending chills onto his skin. You pull away, only to really look at him. Your best friend was now twenty two, and you couldn't be prouder of him. You'd even made a deal with Harrison that tonight would finally be the night you'd confess your secret crush on him. But looking in his eyes now, regardless of how close your friendship was, you still felt the intimidation of his eyes when he looked at you. The fear of rejection and the thought of ruining your friendship with him made you shiver in fear. You'd need a couple more drinks for that. Or five.

"You guys are the best, really," he looks at both of you with genuine appreciation. "Thank you."

"We know," Harrison replies. "Y/N actually has something to tell you."

You snap your head to Harrison with the ugliest look you could muster. No way you were telling him now; you were way too sober for that.

"And what's that?" Tom asks, glancing back and forth between you and Harrison curiously.

"I just wanted to tell you that.. Harrison smoked your last joint." You look at Harrison with a conniving smirk as the words leave your lips, Tom's face morphing into an expression of hurt. It's almost as if what you said doesn't register in Harrison's brain because he's not even reacting.

"Bruv, how could you?" Tom asks as the song switches to 22 by Taylor Swift. Fitting.

"Ooh, I love this song!" Harrison begins his uncoordinated walk over to where people are dancing in the middle of Tom's living room. Tom can't help but let out a laugh as you and him watch Harrison make his way.