Tom Holland Imagines

Christmas special #10: The Mistletoe Incident

A/N: Guys, I know this isn't the place to talk about this but I kinda need to right now. I've been binging and throwing up a lot lately and I feel so upset. I've gained so much weight because of this purging cycle but I was just getting back on track the last couple weeks. And now this weekend I completely messed up again. I notice my teeth and skin getting really bad from all the throwing up and I can feel that my body isn't hydrated enough because I throw it all up. I'm so sorry I tell you about all this but I just don't know what t do anymore.

Also, TWO UPLOADS IN ONE DAY hahaha you didn't see that coming, did you? Enjoy xx

You're ecstatic. And nervous. Beyond nervous. Happy and giggly and excited and all the emotions you could possibly feel. After you went home yesterday Tom had called you and asked you whether you wanted to go to a Christmas party he was invited to with him.

"I know this is totally spontaneous but I completely forgot about this. My mum just called me and reminded me of a Christmas party my parents' friends have invited us all to and I was wondering, maybe you wanna come too?"

Of course you said yes. And of course you couldn't sleep at all all night.

And of course you called Y/f this morning and she came over to help you find something to wear.

So now, you're standing in front of your wardrobe trying to figure it out.

"Did he tell you what kind of Christmas party it is? Is it formal? Where it is?"

You get out your phone and read the next Tom sent you after the phone call.

"Well he said it's at his parents' friends' house. But he also sent a picture of their house because he told me how crazy it is and it pretty much looks like a mansion. And he said he'll wear a suit but no tie."

Y/f looks over your shoulder to take a look at the picture tom sent.

"Shit, that is a mansion. Well, I think we better get the formal dresses out. But we'll make it sexy too, you finally wanna show Tom what he could get right?"

You turn around in shock. "Stop it already, will you?"

She ignores your comment and goes through your wardrobe. You sit down on your bed and let her show you a couple dresses.

"Too slutty.

"Too formal.

"Not formal enough."

"In that one I look like I'm a school girl."

Y/f wiggles her eyebrows at you. "he might be into that."

The next second a pillow hits her face.

Finally, you've narrowed I down to three short dresses. One dark green one with a poufy skirt and a lot of cleavage. One bodycon dress in a silky red and long sleeves. And a black bodycon one that goes down to your knees and is off shoulders.

"Alright, put them all on and do some stuff. Drink a glass of water, sit down. See which one you feel most comfortable and beautiful in."

You sigh but know it's the best way to make a decision.

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"He's gonna be here anytime, I'm so nervous."

"You look terrific. Just try to enjoy yourself and his company."

Only seconds after you get her texts, the doorbell rings. And only seconds after that, Tom walks up the stairs. He looks absolutely handsome in his suit.