Gingerbread Syrup - Tom Holland Imagine (Christmas Imagine)
a/n: this is the first of three instalments to my little christmas series with tom so i hope you like it! very fluffy and now i really want to spend christmas with tom :(
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“You made it!” Harrison exclaimed, welcoming your family inside his childhood home. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you mother told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Every year, the Osterfield’s hosted a Christmas party the weekend before Christmas. It was one of your favourite things about the festive period, especially in recent years as everyone had grown up, since it was one of the only times all of your friends were able to be in the same room at once. Your parents, along with Harrison’s, and the rest of their friendship group all had children around the same age, and you all had attended the same school, becoming close friends yourselves.
The annual Osterfield Christmas party was in full swing by the time you had arrived. A mountain of coats belonging to party guests filled the hallway and the tune of Wham!’s Last Christmas blasted throughout the house. Leading you into the main party room, Harrison made small talk with your parents as you admired the Christmas decorations the Osterfields had adorned their house with.
As you exchanged a few ‘hello’s with friends of your parents’, your eyes wandered and you spotted Tom leaning against the kitchen counter across the other side of the room, the sleeves of his Christmas jumper rolled up exposing his toned forearms. His skin was tanned, his hair was even curlier than you remembered and he had definitely been working out harder in recent months - he looked good. He was deep in conversation with Jake, another one of your old school friends, when he looked up, catching your gaze. He smiled sweetly at you.
“Hey you,” he mouthed at you, not wanting to shout across the kitchen. Excusing yourself from the group of your father’s friends that had surrounded you, you made your way over to Tom, just as Jake left him to grab another plate of food.
For as long as you had known Tom, he had always held this power over you by which anything he did made you blush uncontrollably. So of course, when he pulled you into a tight hug your heart began racing wildly and you tried your best to stifle the oncoming shade of scarlet your cheeks were about to turn.
“Cocktail?” Tom offered after you had caught up with one another for a while. “What are you making, bartender?” You tried your best not to flirt so obviously with him, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had been in love with Tom since you were fourteen years old, and although the two of you had spent the entirety of your school life together flirting, you’d never gotten any further with him than an innocent kiss on the cheek during a game of Spin the Bottle in Year 7. You were sure you had missed your chance to be with Tom, especially since you had only seen him four times since last year’s Christmas party now that he spent the majority of his time over in America.
“I’m thinking a Long Island Iced Tea, but the Tom Holland Christmas Special,” he twisted a few of the bottles around that were stood on the kitchen counter in front of him until he found what he was looking for. “It’s got a dash of this gingerbread syrup I just found.” “That sounds… interesting. But a strong choice, Tom. Are you trying to get me drunk?” You raised an eyebrow at him. He shrugged. “Well how else am I going to get you to dance with me?”
Slamming the plastic cup down onto the breakfast bar, you finished your third glass of Tom’s festive cocktail. Your head was spinning and the music seemed to be louder than before, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face after hours of spending time with your friends. Pushing himself off the bar stool next to you, Tom grabbed your hand.
“Finally,” he said, pulling you away from the group of people you had been sat with. “You owe me a dance.” “Nice try, but I’m not that drunk yet, Tom. You know I don’t dance in front of people like this.” “How about we go outside then?” He motioned his head towards the front door. “No one will see us from there and we’ll still be able to hear Mariah Carey outside.”
Reluctantly you agreed, and you followed him through the door. The cold air hit you, making you shiver as Tom pirouetted on the front lawn, stumbling slightly.
“Ever the professional,” you teased. Laughing, he offered his hand out to you. Accepting it, the two of you danced sillily together in the icy temperatures. As the song faded out you leant against the tree to catch your breath. “Mistletoe,” you said, your breath fogging in the cold as you noticed the mistletoe hanging above your head. Tom smirked as he followed your gaze. “I wonder how that got there,” he said, sarcasm evident in his tone. “Was this all a big plan to kiss me, Tom?” “Maybe,” he said nonchalantly. “Can I?” He moved closer to you. Giving your permission, you nodded, and Tom’s lips met yours.
The first kiss was short but sweet, but after he pulled away for the first time he tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you into a second, much more passionate, kiss. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth as your lips moved together in sync, leaving you breathless.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since my birthday party in the summer,” he admitted. “That night with you on that rooftop in LA was one of the highlights of my year. Honestly. Just talking with you all night… I just… I haven’t stopped thinking about you-.” “Tom,” you interrupted, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. “Wh- What are you trying to say?” “I think I’m in love with you,” he spluttered quickly.
