euphoric - tom holland imagine #3
“You’re sick and Tom is very headset on wanting to hang out with you. Even if it includes surprises.”
Type : fluffy shit!
Warnings : maybe some feels?
Notes : I wrote this a few months back but didn’t get around to finish it. Now I did! Enjoy!
It was a particularly cold day. The sky outside was painted a dull grey colour, which matched perfectly with your mood. You had been sick for several days and you were forced to stay at home with the terrible cough you were having. Every time you coughed, it felt like your lungs were about to eject themselves out of your body. So it was good to say that you felt like absolute crap and you thought nothing could liven your spirits.
That was, until you got a phone call from a certain Brit.
You grabbed your phone from under the pillow and slid the green icon without checking who the caller was. Putting your phone on your ear, you let out a weak ‘hello’.
“Y/N! How are you?” The familiar accent rang out. Your eyes widened.
“H-Hey Tom! I’m okay, how are - “ you didn’t even manage to finish your sentence as you let out another painful cough, “you?”
“Woah, you alright there?” He asked.
You tried to suppress the cough that was threatening to come up by clearing your throat.
“Yep, just choked on my juice,” you lied, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.
“I’m just fine, I was wondering if you wanted to join little Tess and I on a walk? It’s a nice windy day and we haven’t hung out in forever.”
You winced, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand.
Of course, you hadn’t seen each other in so long. Tom was always out of town and busy with his career, so it was rare that the both of you hung out. You had missed him terribly, especially since you had developed a big crush on the boy.
After two months without his presence, he was finally back for a little break. And of all the days he wanted to hang out, he had to pick the day which you had a really bad cold.
“That sounds really nice and all, Tommy,” you absent-mindedly used your favourite nickname for him, “but I’m afraid I can’t really get out of the house now.”
“Oh,” you could hear the disappointment seeping through his voice, “why not?”
“I’m just really busy with homework. I have an essay I’m supposed to hand in at five,” you lied smoothly, resisting the urge to cough.
Tom made a humming noise from the other side of the line and sighed, “okay then. I’ll ask Harry to go with me. Maybe we can hang out soon?”
Your heart fluttered and a blush began to form on your cheeks.
“Yeah, totally. We can go out for lunch. Catch up and all.”
There was a little silence that formed as you laid down, playing with the string on your sweatpants. He didn’t hang up, and neither did you. Neither of you really wanted to hang up. There were many words on the tip of your tongues, but it was difficult to let them out.
Tom finally broke the silence.
“You know, I really miss you.”
You couldn’t help but widen your eyes, surprised at the statement. He had missed you? It didn’t seem like it.
“I miss you too,” you replied honestly, “like a lot.”
“We haven’t seen each other in so long.”
“Feels like forever, doesn’t it?”
There was that silence again. You bit your lip, not knowing if you should say what’s on your mind. You wanted to tell him how much exactly you missed him.
It was so evident in how you acted. How you had spent many days staring at pictures of the two of you on your phone. How you dressed yourself in one of the grey hoodies he had left at yours before he left for Atlanta. How you wrote down about your memories with each other on your notebook so you couldn’t forget them. How you listened to Spotify playlists that reminded you of him. How you tried to watch movies that you saw with him, but not being able to continue them because of the painful ache in your chest from missing him too much.
But you couldn’t.
You were just his close friend.
“Well, we’ll see each other soon. Promise,” you managed to let out after another minute of silence.
You could feel Tom’s smile, “yeah, very soon.”
There was a slightly different tone to his voice and you immediately recgonised it as the tone he had when he thought of something great. Before you could ask him what he was up to, he bade a quick goodbye and hung up the phone.
You stared at your phone, confused. Shrugging, you snuggled into your pillows as you let out another painful cough. You closed your eyes, wishing for the pain to stop.
It was about eight at night when the doorbell to your house would not stop ringing. You woke from your sleep, groggy from the six hour nap you had taken. Confusion took over you as you got up from your bed. You took a glance at the clock on your wall.
Who was at the door? The postman never came this late, and it wasn’t like you had ordered anything.
All your friends were out of town since they took a roadtrip, which you had hesitantly dropped out of from being too sick.
Your parents were out at dinner since it was their annual date night.
Who could it be?
The person didn’t stop ringing the doorbell, which just added to your annoyance. You adjusted the oversized hoodie on your body and yelled out for the person to wait.
Without looking at the peephole, you turned the door knob and opened the door.
There stood, the familiar brunette standing outside your flat. A beanie was pulled over his fluffy brown hair and he sported his usual get-up, which was a hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans. He had a shy smile plastered across his face and a bag of takeout in his right hand. In the other, he held a bouquet of your favourite flowers.The sweet smell of the flowers and the scent of Thai food almost made you throw up.
He grinned sheepishly, “hello.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, your eyes wide open.
Tom’s face fell, “I just.. Just came to surprise you and bring you Thai food. I know how studious you can get sometimes. I didn’t know I came at a bad time.”
You almost slapped yourself. You were acting way too hostile for the situation at hand.
“I’m sorry, no. You didn’t come at the wrong time. I was just,” you didn’t even get to finish as you let out a painful and loud cough.
This caused some alarm from Tom.
“Y/N? You okay?”
You couldn’t answer. Breathing was already getting quite difficult to do. All you did was stumble over to the sofa and plop down on it, holding your chest as you tried to take in deep breaths.
Tom immediately reacted, setting down the flowers and food on the coffee table before rushing to your side. He soothingly rubbed your back as you wheezed. After a few minutes, you finally calmed down and got your breathing back to normal. You thanked Tom softly and leaned back on the sofa, resting your back on the backrest.
“You okay? Need anything? Water, an inhaler, medicine?” He asked quickly, making you wave your hand dismissively. That had quickly silenced him.
The Brit copied your actions and the both of you stared up at the wall above you.
“You didn’t tell me you were sick.” he started.
“I don’t want you to worry. You always worry whenever I’m sick.”
He almost scoffed, “of course I get worried, Y/N. I don’t like it when you’re sick.”
“You have enough on your plate than to worry about a sick friend of yours,” you reminded him.
“I care about you, Y/N. That’s why I get worried too. You’re my friend.”
Those words stung your heart. You’re his friend. And that’s all you were going to be.
“Right. You found anyone special while in Atlanta?” That was your pathetic attempt at changing the subject. You knew how Tom was a charming lad, so it would be no surprise if he had found a girl in America. Even though you knew it would hurt you to know, you still wanted to know.
“Nah,” Tom chuckled, “although, I’ve been keeping an eye on this other girl.”
“Oh,” you raised your eyebrows as you faced him. He was still looking up at the ceiling while you stared at him unknowingly. “What’s she like?”
“She’s nice. Beautiful. Hilarious. Kind. Loving. But she’s also really stubborn. Still everything I ever wanted in a woman,” he let the words roll off his tongue.
“That’s lovely. What else?” you asked, feeling your heart break slowly.
Whoever she was, she was everything you were not.
“Whenever she’s with me, I feel so happy. Like, I can’t even describe to you how happy she makes me. The feeling itself is so..” he couldn’t quite find the words to finish.
“Euphoric?” You finished for him.
“Yeah. Euphoric,” he breathed out, letting his eyes close for a bit.
“You know what’s the best part though?”
You hummed, letting him answer.
“She’s staring right at me.”
He lazily turned his head so that he was facing you. He opened his eyes and looked back into your eyes intently. Tom let a small smile crawl into his face, although his nerves were everywhere.
For a moment, it felt like your heart had stopped beating. You couldn’t breathe. He didn’t mean you?
“And,” Tom licked his lips slowly, “I’m wondering if she feels the same.”
The answer to that was quite simple as you leaned in and collided your lips with his. Tom let out a sound of surprise before composing himself, kissing back and practically melting. He touched your cheek gently. Your lips moved in sync as you tangled you tangled your fingers in his hair, slipping off his beanie in the process.
You pulled away and apologized, giggling at his messy hair.
All Tom could do was grin widely, ignoring the fact that he was probably going to get sick from kissing you. He didn’t care, that was all he had craved.
The woman he had loved for so many months had finally kissed him.
She felt the same way.
“She does,” you simply answered.
The feeling in your head was something you couldn’t quite describe as he leaned in for another kiss.
Euphoric. Yes, that was it.