#t.h.

A/N: I am writing this on my phone, so sorry for typos and whatever else bc mobile. Also! I'm easing back into writing with this, but I will be in a car for 4 hours tomorrow so feel free to request things bc I'll be writing!

At first Tom would be such a cutie and just excited to get to spend time with you. He'd wake up early to make you breakfast and hang out with you all day, just talking. He'd even skip out on jigsaw wars a few times to spend more time with you.

He'd hold your hand while watching movies, as your hands got used to being in his hair again. Tom would study the way your hand fit in his, just so he'd remember the next time he was away. Every time Tom passed you, he'd give you a kiss on your cheek or head or shoulder, just to let you know he was still there. At night, Tom would crawl into bed and snuggle right up next to you, maybe with your head on his chest, so he could stroke your hair, or being the little spoon so you could hold onto him.

Eventually, after about 2 weeks of quarantine, there grew to be some space between you. Tom would join the boys in playing golf outside. Rather than kissing you every time he passed by, sometimes it was a tickle, or a butt smack when he was feeling flirty. It wasn't that youhad grown tired of eachother or annoyed, but it was more of a domestic and comfortable space.

There was no need to be wrapped up in eachothers arms all day, with fear of losing you the next day. Tom knew exactly who he was waking up next to and where you'd be for the day. It was a comfort knowing that no matter what, no matter who won jigsaw wars or if Harrison or Harry would have a better trick shot, Tom always knew that you'd be watching him flex for Instagram. He could march over to you and give you a kiss smack on your lips, whenever he wanted to give you some love. And that was the best thing he could've asked out of a quarantine.

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

The reader is a childhood friend of Tom and all of a sudden her and her daughter desperately need his help.

Warnings: Abusive relationship, cute Tom, Tom with kids

Your ex had always been strange, but ever since your daughter was born he turned more violent. He had slapped you a few times and recently he started throwing things at you almost hitting your little girl and that was the day you decided you had to leave. Far away from your family and home country you were stuck with him though, at least that was the case until yesterday. 

Summary: The story of Tom and Y/n, childhood friends, and how he sees her as she changes his world

Warnings: probably fluff and more fluff

A/N: someone please teach me to create a masterlist

OWO THIS IS A LONG BOI 1,435 WORDS have fun with my trash :)

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He was terribly young when he had first met her. His family were close friends with hers and it wasn’t uncommon to see either family at the other’s houses every now and then. And once they had come into the world, the children would tag along with their parents to other family’s house.

He wasn’t too fond of her for a while. Especially when he had accidentally broken one of her favorite hair clips, causing her to stop sucking on the lollipop her father had gifted her for completing some writing exercises, and smack the sticky candy onto his unruly curls.

It wasn’t until he had found out they both shared a love for the web-slinging hero that they became friends, constantly begging their parents to stay over at the other’s house to play.

He had become her best friend, and she was his in return.

Though those times happened so long ago, he still remembers some memories that he holds dearly to his heart.

He remembers how you were taller than him as young toddlers and using it as an advantage to grab some biscuits that his mother had been hiding in the cupboard from the two of them. And the children ultimately got caught and were scolded, the two of them trying their best not to let out a giggle as they knowingly knew that they would attempt to steal the biscuits again at another time.

He remembers the time when the two of them would run out to the field in the back of her house and climb the biggest tree in the lot a bit older, around 8 or 9, he thought. She had climbed faster than he had and was already perched on one of the large, sturdy branches that the old tree had to give. He remembers climbing up the tree and leaned against the branch she was perched on as the two of them watched the sunset.

He remembers looking up at her at that moment and was entranced by her smiling face glowing in the sun.

He remembers that moment was when he had fallen for you.

It hadn’t been that long that he began taking dance classes with you, him wanting to remain close with you since he was attending an all boys school. And only a few years had passed when he had received the opportunity to play in Billy Elliot.

He remembers when he had kissed you moments before he went on stage.

He felt like he was on the top of the world, though it was one of those awkward first kisses with no movement and arms on his sides, he felt so accomplished. And of course, when looking out into the crowd after finishing the show, his eyes found hers in the depths of the crowd somehow and flashed her a goofy grin.

It wasn’t long until he was scouted to shoot the movie The Impossible. He was going places, his career shining bright ahead of him. But of course, she wouldn’t be there with him.

They were still so young to date and the kiss was never mentioned again after it had happened.

He had left to shoot the movie.

She had stayed behind.

Oh but how overjoyed she was when she had watched his film on the big screen when the movie came out. Ah and how she would brag to all her friends that the boy giving an outstanding performance on the screen was in fact, her best friend. And to say that there were tears at the end of the movie is an understatement.

She had begun weeping in the theatre, coming to realize how much she had missed him and his stupid curly hair.

The two of them reuniting back home made her sob even harder.

He wished that she would always be there with him as she choked out that she never wanted him to leave again… How young they were then. Yet holding her close to him felt so familiar.. reminding him of home.

He remembers..

He remembers when she had gotten her first boyfriend.

He was enraged at first, fists clenching his blue sheets as she squealed about how her classmate, now boyfriend, had asked her out and where he had taken her on her first date over the phone. And once she hung up, excited for high school the next day, he had screamed loudly into his pillow and had a frustrated and angry cry that night. Yet, he knew that he should be happy for her. He considered her happiness to be his happiness and would support her no matter what.

He remembers that months later, she had shown up clearly disheveled and tired on his doorstep and broke down upon seeing him explaining that your boyfriend had dumped you. He held her tightly and brought his best friend up to his room to comfort her as much as he could. And after making a few calls to her parents, she stayed over at the Holland household, and soon enough, passed out on his bed.

He remembers waking up that Saturday morning and seeing her snuggled up next to him. God he wanted to hold her so close and tell her how he truly felt since they were children. But risking the perfect relationship they had right now would be a drastic move, especially with her being so sensitive after a breakup.

He pushed off his feelings for now and concentrated more on being there for her.

He, of course, had his own share of girlfriends that he cared for. And his fame began to grow more and more as he began filming more with well known actors and having the lucky opportunity to work with famous directors.

She had been the one so supportive to go for the Spider-Man auditions. She had explained that she had seen so much in him that screamed out Peter Parker and just as a hero in general.

He went for the role.

And after grueling months of waiting, he had gotten the role.

The two of them were screaming at each other’s faces as they saw the Instagram post.

But the hardest part was always leaving.

She still had school to finish and he had the opportunity of his dreams to go film their childhood hero. And with a silly smile on her face she let him go through the airport gate and watched him disappear into the plane before leaving.

She went ahead and visited their childhood spot, the tree that they would climb as kids. The tree was now older but still sturdy and now held a swing on one of the branches.

She smiled sadly at the tree, still able to see the memories of a younger her and him running around the tree and picking flowers for each other to see who got the prettiest one. It would be a tough couple of months without him…

He remembers her tight hugs when he would come back from filming. And he would gladly squeeze her too, sometimes a bit too much causing her to repeatedly slap his back and pinch his sides for him to let her breathe.

He remembers the small kisses she would place on his head and the feel of her hands running through his hair in an attempt to get him to fall asleep after a long day.

He remembers her bubbly laughter when he picked her up and spun her around a few times after she had agreed to be his girl.

And he remembers her crying in his arms after explaining that she’s been receiving backlash from his fans for months after going public.

But they both went through it together. And together they were happy.

He made her happy.

And she made him happy.

And after a few more years of dating,

Moving in with each other,

Countless snuggles,

Too many kisses,

And a few small fights..

He remembers to bring the small black box with him as they drove to their childhood spot.

Chatting here and there, sharing a few laughs, she peacefully sat on the swing as he softly pushed her, watching the sunset.

And he got in front of her, held her hands, and knelt down taking out the ring in the box.

And he can still remember how beautiful she looked at that moment.

“Will you marry me Y/n?”

Tom smiled to himself and looked at you, a ring resting on your finger as you stood in front of him in a breathtaking white wedding dress, remembering your response.

Tom Holland x Y/N Hairstylist 

Tags: Fluff? Cringe? Horrible writing? 

like idk 1240 words?

I had an idea, I wanted it to be written. I’m impatient. So here ya go! 

You checked your phone for the 20th time that morning. 6:48am. He should be getting in soon. You were on the set of a super secret movie project that everyone was sworn to keep secret (cough marvel cough). As you go to check the time again, biting the nail on your thumb until the skin begins to flake, you hear the trailer door swing open. In walks Tom, followed by Harrison. Tom takes a seat in your chair and continues his conversation with Harrison as the blonde finds his way to the couch on the opposite side of the trailer.

               “G’morning, love. Hope you weren’t waiting long,” Tom says, turning towards you. You smile and wave your hand to assure him you hadn’t – even if you had been on set since 6am. “Good morning, Tom. Harrison. Are you ready to get started?” You move to stand in front of Tom, reaching for the combs and water spray bottle on your workstation.

               “Only if you promise to make me as gorgeous as you,” Tom replies, the same line he’s used since the first few weeks of filming. Little by little, with each early morning, spent together in that trailer taming his curly locks and touching up blemishes, you two had grown quite comfortable around one another. You scoff playfully at his comment and sprits his hair with some water until it’s slightly damp. Harrison is on the phone, and Tom reaches for his own, scrolling through various apps and messages. You reach your hand up to his scalp, running your fingers through his slicked back hair, breaking up the combed back do.

Pairing: Slytherin!Tom x Reader

Prompt: In which Tom Holland is basically Draco Malfoy- a tortured soul that takes it out on others.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Make-out Scene

Word Count: 3,318

MASTERLIST

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Reader’s P.O.V.

           I adjusted my green and silver tie and pulled my robe back onto my shoulders. I waved goodbye to my parents as I stepped onto the train to Hogwarts for the final time. The sounds and sights of the train were all so familiar and I felt a little sad that it would be my last time heading to Hogwarts. I passed through multiple carriages, until I reached the other Slytherins. I peered into the windows until I found my best friend, Harrison.

           Harrison and I grew up together, so when we were both sorted into Slytherin, we practically became inseparable. Unfortunately, he had become acquainted with some rather unsavory characters, specifically Thomas Holland. The Holland’s were filthy rich. There were even rumours that his parents were death eaters. Harrison assured me that Tom wasn’t that bad once you get to know him, but I had a hard time getting past the whole death eater situation.

           Despite having Harrison as a mutual friend, Tom and I constantly butt heads. I wasn’t afraid to call him out for being a dick, and he wasn’t afraid to talk back to me. Not to mention, Tom was a huge flirt. But not in the cute way. In the way where he would do it for the express purpose of being annoying.

           When I found Harrison, he was sitting with Tom, of course. I greeted Harrison with a bright smile and a hug, while I greeted Tom with a curt nod of the head.

           “Thomas,” I said shortly, with my eyebrows raised. His lips curled into a smirk.

           “Nice to see you too, y/l/n. You’re looking radiant as always,” he sneered. I contorted my face in disgust at him, and turned my attention back to Harrison.

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           The train ride was rather uneventful. I tried to ignore Tom as much as possible, keeping my attention on my conversations with Harrison. Tom seemed to enjoy spending the train ride attempting to join our conversations, but not actually contributing anything useful to the dialogue. I managed to keep my cool until we arrived at Hogwarts, when I could finally get some space from Tom.

           The Great Hall was majestic as always, with beautiful lights and decorations welcoming both new and old students. I always found the sorting to be a bit boring, and spent my time joking around with Harrison. We walked back to the Slytherin common room, where we hung out, trying to ignore the sounds of the first-years trying to find their ways around us. Time passed quickly, and everyone started shuffling up to their dorms for the night, preparing themselves for classes the next day. Shortly, I joined them, tucking myself in and shortly falling asleep.

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           By seventh year, professors don’t really give us much of an introduction, but rather begin lectures on the first day of class. Snape was never and exception to this pattern. This year, he had prepared us a seating chart at the brewing tables, and the person paired up with us was to be our potions partner for the rest of the semester.

           I hated this idea already, but it only got worse when I heard my name paired up with none other than Tom Holland’s.

           “Guess you can’t stay away from me,” Tom greeted me as we met at our table.

           “I wish you would stay away from me,” I muttered, harshly pulling the chair back into the table.

           “You know I can’t do that,” Tom leaned closer to me and softly whispered towards my ear. His left arm brushed against my right arm and his words sent a slight shiver up my spine, which I disguised as a look of disgust.

           Snape began the lecture, droning on monotonously. I struggled to keep from dozing off, and hardly noticed my hand doodling on the parchment in front of me. After a gruelling amount of time spent listening to Snape, he finally dismissed the class. I was eager to get away from Tom as quickly as possible, but both Tom and I were pulled aside by Snape.

           “Miss y/l/n, your marks in this class are… remarkable,” Snape began. I nodded humbly, and Snape turned to Tom. “And Mr. Holland, yours are… not.” I was shocked when Tom hung his head down in shame. I always thought he was one of the top students- or at least that’s what he let on.

           “Well, Mr. Holland, what are we going to do to fix that,” Snape questioned. Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Thomas, your parents expect much more from you. I would like Miss y/l/n to tutor you until your grades have improved.”

           “Professor, I can’t-” I began to argue but Snape held a crooked finger in the air, silencing me.

           “This is not a request, y/l/n. And if Mr. Holland’s grades do not improve, your grades will suffer as well,” Snape scolded me. I took a deep breath and nodded my head reluctantly in acceptance.

           “You may be dismissed. I expect improvement,” Snape said with a wave of his hand. I moved quickly out of the room, trying to avoid any excess interaction with Tom.

           “Y/l/n. Y/l/n. Y/n!” Tom called down the hall to me. I spun around aggressively to face him.

           “What now, Thomas?” I hissed. He moved closer to me with a smirk on his face.

           “Looks like we’re gonna be spending a little more time together,” Tom threw his arm around my shoulder, dragging me along with him. I rolled my eyes with a scoff.

           “Just so we’re clear, I am only doing this because I have to. I hate this idea just as much as you do,” I snapped, causing Tom to laugh.

           “Oh, then you must not hate it that much,” his voice was sly and the smirk was still plastered on his face.

           “Can you please just leave me alone? I don’t know why you have to make my life so miserable!” I began to raise my voice in frustration, slipping out from underneath his arm, and quickly hurrying off. I didn’t look over my shoulder, but if I had, I probably would have noticed Tom softly saying my name and running his hands through his hair, exasperated.

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           “I don’t know why Snape chose me! Plenty of other people could tutor him!” I vented to Harrison. I was pacing back and forth in the common room and Harrison laid on the leather couch, skimming the book he was holding.

           “Mhmm,” Harrison hummed in response. I groaned at his response and checked the clock. 7:03. I was supposed to meet Tom in the potions classroom at 7:15 to tutor him. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked towards the room. Naturally, Tom showed up right at 7:15, dragging his feet and huffing about being there.

           “I don’t want to be here anyways, Holland, but we have to, so you better pay attention,” I complained, opening the potions textbook, beginning to help Tom with a potion.

           “No, Thomas, it says to add two-” I began to lecture, when I noticed him looking at me. “What are you looking at? You need to pay attention to this.”

           “I- I’m sorry,” he muttered, turning his eyes back to the textbook. That was the first time in seven years I had ever heard him apologize for anything. He began to add the ingredients according to the instructions and stirring the potion as needed. I corrected him a few times, but by the end, we ended up with a bubbling mint green potion.

           “Um… I don’t think this is right…” I questioned as I reread the instructions.

           “What? Let me see that. I did it right,” Tom grabbed the book out of my hands. “Oh.”

           The textbook claimed that the correct potion would become an emerald green, which our potion fell short of.

           “Well, maybe if we just add some more-” Tom trailed off, and before I could stop him, he dropped a substance into the pot. The pot began to bubble more aggressively, before the bubbles started over flowing around the pot. I pushed Tom out of the way so I could stir the potion and calm the boiling, but suddenly the pot exploded with a large crack, sending ceramic shards and the boiling potion flying across the room.

           Unfortunately, I was caught right in the path of a large piece of the cauldron. I felt the burn of the potion hit my body first, but as soon as the broken piece of ceramic hit my head, I no longer felt nor saw anything else.

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           I woke up to hushed whispers. My head throbbed and my entire body ached, yet I strained to hear the voices.

           “You did this on purpose!” the first voice hissed. “You hated her so much that you tried to kill her?”

           “I did not! It was a complete accident! I would never try to hurt her!” the second voice defended. “Seriously, Haz. You know how I feel about her. I could never do that.” His voice dropped lower and became less defensive. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing myself to adjust to the light. I began to recognize the room I was in as the hospital wing, and the two figures around me were Harrison and Tom. As much as I wanted to call out to them to ask what happened, I shut my eyes again to continue listening to their conversation.

           “I know, I know,” Harrison sighed. If I could see him, I imagine that he would have ran his hand through his hair in exasperation. “It just scares me, ya know? She’s like my little sister, and I need to protect her, but you can be such a dick to her!”

           “Mate, she hates me. It’s the only way for me to get over her,” Tom said sadly.

           “But it’s hurting her, Tom.”

           “You think I don’t see that? I know it’s hurting her! Haz, I would do anything to be the one that got hurt in the explosion! I would do anything to have kept her safe,” Tom’s voice grew louder and more aggressive. I decided this would be a good time to “wake up”, in hopes that their argument wouldn’t continue.

           I shifted in the bed, slowly dragging my hand up to rub my eyes, making a soft groaning noise as I “woke up”. Harrison and Tom all but ran next to my bed. Harrison’s hand instantly reached for my hand.

           “Y/n, how are you feeling? Do you remember anything?” he said worriedly. I rolled my eyes and I assured him that I was fine. My eyes fell onto Tom’s face. He looked almost sympathetic and… sad. I gave him a small smile, which made his face appear softer.

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           I was released from the hospital wing later that day, but my body still was sore. Harrison and Tom followed me around all day like lost puppies, despite my insistence that I was fine. Obviously, I still had to sit by Tom in potions class. I leaned over the table, trying to work on an extra credit assignment before Snape begins his lecture.

           “Y/n, I’m really sorry,” I heard Tom say quietly from next to me.

           “It’s fine,” I muttered, not paying him much mind. I could hear his chair scooting closer to me.

           “No, I mean. I’m really sorry. I should have listened to you and this wouldn’t have happened,” he continued. I sighed and set my quill down, leaning back in my chair and looking at Tom.

           “Tom. It’s fine. Seriously, it really isn’t a big deal,” I insisted.

           “No, it’s not! You got hurt! I shouldn’t do anything to hurt you in the first place but that’s all I do!” Tom was growing aggravated and ran his fingers through his hair a few times. “I’m sorry, y/n. Really.” I knew I was never going to win this argument. Both of us being Slytherins, we were way too stubborn and ambitious to ever give up in an argument.

           “Okay. Thank you, Tom. I accept it,” I said. Tom’s face looked a little more relaxed and he leaned back in his chair.

           “I like it when you call me Tom instead of Holland or Thomas,” he gave me a soft smile, which I returned. I didn’t know what to say, so I turned my attention back to the parchment in front of me.

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Tom’s P.O.V.

           I flipped through the potions book impatiently, waiting for y/n to show up for our session. I showed up early in hopes that I could get ahead on the potion and impress her, but I was not off to a good start. When y/n walked into the room, she had her head tilted down and was reading a book. She lifted her head and looked genuinely shocked to see me there early.

           “Oh, hello. I didn’t expect to see you yet,” she said with a small smile.

           “Yeah, I’m just trying to get a head start on the potion today, but I haven’t gotten very far,” I sighed, already doubting the steps I had completed.

           “Okay, well let’s look at it,” she said. She was always so patient and I was shocked at how she could even tolerate being around me, even after I blew up an entire potion. She walked me through the steps, explaining the different reactions between ingredients. She was beautiful and intelligent. Gentle and caring. Funny and perfect. And she deserved the world. But I couldn’t give it to her.

           We had finished the first half of the potion, when y/n stepped away from the cauldron to let me try stirring it.

           “Tom, you’re supposed to stir it counter-clockwise,” she said. Despite her gentle tone, something inside me snapped.

           “How was I supposed to know that?” I snapped. “It’s not my fault I don’t know what the hell I’m doing! Just give up on me, goddammit!” I slammed the wooden spoon down on the counter and began to storm out of the room.

           “Thomas Holland—” y/n began, but I spun around to face her.

           “Don’t even bother. Leave me alone,” I hissed, walking out and slamming the door behind me.

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           I felt horrible, to say the least. I was so irritated with myself that I took it out on her and ruined any chance of friendship, or more, that I had with her.

           “Fuck, Haz. What do I do?” I paced back and forth in our dorm room, running my hands through my hair.

           “Mate, I don’t know what to tell you. You’re gonna have to talk to her. Make it up to her somehow,” he leaned back in his bed, his eyes still focused on the book in front of her. And just then, an idea popped into my head.

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Y/n’s P.O.V.

           I laid back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered where I had gone wrong with Holland. Was I not patient enough? Was I not clear enough? Was I really that unbearable?

           My thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on the window. Letting out a soft groan, I rolled out of my bed to open the window. I was greeted by a small brown owl, holding a rolled up piece of parchment in its beak. It gently set the parchment on the window sill and let out a small hoot before flying off.

           I unrolled the parchment, and was shocked to see a neatly written note scrawled out.

Y/n-

Meet me at the astronomy tower at 10:00. Please give me a chance.

-T.H.

           I sighed and rolled the parchment back up. The clock read 9:40. I was hesitant to meet Tom, at risk of him snapping at me, or this being a prank. However, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I pulled on my shoes and slipped my Slytherin robe over my casual clothing, and quietly snuck out of the dorm.

           The halls were dead silent, and I imagine I would hear Tom also heading towards the astronomy tower, unless he was already there. Or if he’s not showing up. Shaking those thoughts, I continued towards the tower, preparing myself to climb the steep stairs. When I reached the top of the steps, I was shocked to see Tom sitting on a blanket near the edge of the tower, surrounded by candles.

           “Tom?” I said softly. He jumped slightly, but quickly got up and rushed towards me. I took a step back, surprised by his reaction. Hurt flooded into his chocolate brown eyes, and I almost felt bad for him.

           “I- I’m sorry,” he whispered, slowly reaching his hand out for me. “Would you come with me? Please?” He was just short of begging, so I sympathetically took his hand and followed him towards the blanket.

           “This looks lovely,” I broke the silence once we sat down on the blanket that overlooked the campus.  Tom shrugged his shoulders and looked off into the distance. “Well? Did you ask me to come up here just to sit in silence?” I was only teasing, but Tom let out an exasperated sigh.

           “I wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything. For making your life a living hell, for blowing up the potion, for snapping at you, hell, even for dragging you out here like this,” he ranted, with his face buried in his hands. “I can’t explain it. There’s no excuse for any of it, but I find myself begging for you to come back to me time after time.”

           “Tom… What are you trying to say?” my voice was cautious, as if I were walking on eggshells with him.

           “I’m trying to say that I love you! Okay? I fucking love you and I have ruined every single chance I’ve ever had to show you that so you’re never going to feel the same! I’ve loved you since the beginning- you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, kind, caring… You deserve everything in the world and all I have done is hurt you and… I hate myself for it,” Tom’s voice started off strong but faded away. I opened my mouth to respond to him but was quickly interrupted. “You don’t have to spare my feelings. I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

           Tom started to get up from the blanket, when I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. My hands quickly moved to his cheeks and I pulled his lips into mine. His body felt tense, but he soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around my waist as I moved mine around his neck. The kiss became passionate when Tom slipped his tongue into my mouth and began running his hands up and down my sides. I put my right hand on Tom’s firm chest, pushing him down gently so that he laid on his back. I swung one leg over his hips, all while continuing the kiss. Tom let out a soft moan as I bit his lip and he felt me grind against him ever so slightly. I slowly began to pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his for a few moments before rolling off of his body and onto the floor.

           Both Tom and I laid on our backs next to each other, staring at the sky above us. Tom reached his hand towards mine, letting our entwined hands fall to our sides. Our breathing was synchronized and he slowly turned his head to look towards me.

           “I meant what I said,” he whispered.

           “Good, because I feel the same way,” my tone mimicked his. For the first time in the years that I knew Tom, his lips turned into a genuinely happy smile- the kind where you can see it in their eyes and they practically glow with joy. For the first time, Thomas Stanley Holland was happy.

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