Sleepless (Tom Holland x Reader)
You tousle and turn, but something just seems off, no matter which position you try to sleep in. On your back, on either side, face flat on your pillow, hugging your pillow, duvet, no duvet. Nothing is working. You get up in a huff sliding your fingers through your hair and bringing your knees up to hold your chin. All of your friends have already passed out, dreaming away as you hear their quiet breaths in the darkness. So much for staying up late for three am talks and ice cream. You tiptoe your way around the maze of sleeping bags, barely making it out into the hallway. Maybe washing your face and a drink would do you some good. You do both, but still, it doesn’t seem to be working.
You end up in the abandoned living room, your eye, catching the entertainment unit filled with stacks upon stacks of DVDs, all lined up in alphabetical order. You carefully scan through all of the titles until you find one you’ve been putting off watching. You put in the movie and make yourself cozy on the couch.
The opening scene has barely started to take place when you hear footsteps coming closer to the living room.
“Y/N?” Tom’s groggy voice comes through as he stands at the doorway, looking at you through half-opened eyes. His curls are messily ruffled, arms folded over his plain white tank top, standing barefoot in grey pajama pants. You internally hope that he’s still sleepy enough not to notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks.
“Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?” you ask, pausing the movie.
He glances at the clock on the wall, eyes widening, realizing it’s two in the morning. “Whoa, it’s late, or really early… either way, shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Yeah, but for some reason, I just can’t. I thought maybe watching a movie would help,” you reply, “Sorry, I’ll try to keep it down.”
“No, it’s okay. I actually just woke up to go to the bathroom,” he gives you a little smile and you think he’s about to go, but not before he sticks his head back. “Don’t start it up again until I come back. I’ve actually been wanting to watch this movie for a while now.”
As he leaves, you wait, listening to your heart beating in your ears. You’ve actually liked Tom for a few months now. You loved your mini conversations, and there was never a dull moment when he was around. He was sweet and kind, and he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.
You scoot to the far end of the couch, not wanting to be the jerk taking up all of the space in the middle. He comes back, his hair slightly less messy, and takes a seat on the couch.
“Hey, quick question, before we start,” he says, holding the remote control in his hand “Are you scared of me?”
“What? Of course not,” You softly smile, giving him a befuddled look.
“Oh, okay, well just so you know, I don’t bite,” he smirks, patting all the space in between you two, “You can sit closer. I’m not going to take up all this room.”
You timidly laugh and inch a little closer. “Sorry, I didn’t even realize that’s what it looked like.”
“You know, you apologize a lot. Breathe! Relax! It’s just me,” he laughs, shaking up your shoulders.
You laugh along and loosen up a bit. Halfway through, you’re so engrossed with the film, you don’t even notice that you’re practically leaning into his side, but neither of you seems to mind as his arm is stretched out behind you, laying on the back of the couch.
“Aw,” you sigh, eyes about to fill with tears. You turn to look at Tom for a second to see his reaction to the scene, but he’s just looking back at you trying to suppress a laugh.
“What? It’s a sad scene,” You pout, hitting him with a cushion.
He releases a chuckle, “I’m sorry, it’s just that your reactions are really cute.”
You turn back to the movie, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. “Sure, if you consider a blubbering mess, cute,” you retaliated, brushing away his comment.
“No, you’re not a blubbering mess. A blubbering mess is more like this,” he says, demonstrating his best wailing face for you. “Your reactions are more like this,” he says, suddenly shifting into a more reserved position, as he pouts his lips, staring sadly at the screen.
“That’s a terrible impression of me!” You laugh, hitting him playfully again. “And how could you think I look cute, looking like that?”
“Well, you’re always cute,” he says, looking at you, as he bites the corner of his lip.
You can’t help but draw your eyes to his lips, wondering what it’d be like, but you’re drawn out of your daydream when a flash of light takes over the TV.
“Um… we should get back to watching the movie. We’re missing the main part,” you shyly say, trying to gulp your nerves down.
“I don’t really care. Do you?” he asks, the arm leaning on the couch, reaching up to tuck away strands of your hair behind your ear, as he gently cups your cheek.
“No,” you breathily sigh, leaning in a tad closer.
His eyes are fixated on your pink lips, drawing you closer, until you’re pressed together in a soft kiss. You both move slowly, savoring the moment. Your hand reaches up getting tangled in his hair, as the faint smell of his cologne, intoxicates your senses. He’s about to pull you onto his lap when the sound of someone clearing their throat startles you both, breaking you apart.
“I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?” Jacob asks, with a big smug grin on his sleep worn face.
You look shyly at Tom not knowing what to do but just sheepishly giggle after being caught, thankful that you couldn’t get to sleep.