Tom Holland Imagines

Self Conscious (Tom Holland)

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*Your POV*

     I was never as confident in my body as I would like to have been. However, as a New Years resolution, I made a change. I began to workout more, eat healthier, and suddenly my body was toning up, and I was confident in myself for the very first time. My boyfriend, Tom, was insanely supportive, but always reminded me that he loved me either way.

    Now it was summer, and I finally felt confident and ready enough to wear my new bikini to the beach. Our friends were hosting a big beach party in Ft. Lauderdale, and I saw it as my chance to rock my new suit.

    "You look incredible, babe." Tom stated softly when I stepped out of the bathroom in my new bikini. I blushed and rolled my eyes. Tom was wearing blue swim trunks, and his abs immediately grabbed my attention. We headed down to the beach entrance from our hotel, and walked towards the sound of loud dubstep music. As we walked up, I noticed a few guys look my way. I pretended not to notice when Tom pulled me closer to him. We socialized with other actors for a bit, but eventually Tom whispered that he needed to step away to talk with one of the Marvel executives who he spotted by the bar.

    "Oh my gosh, Hannah!" I exclaimed, when I spotted one of my best friends moments after Tom stepped away. She was on the dance floor, and waved for me to come over as a Pitbull song began to play. We danced together for awhile, and for the first time I wasn't thinking about how I looked in my bathing suit as I danced. Pon De Replay began to play, and I moved my hips to the upbeat track, feeling ridiculously confident for a change. Towards the end of the song, I felt hands wrap around my waist. I turned to smile at Tom, only to find a hot dark haired boy with blue eyes smiling down at me. My smile faded, and I pulled away. Hannah's eyes widened, and she stood behind me as my backup. It was loud, so he leaned down to tell me that he'd been watching me dance for few songs. I was both complimented and creeped out, but I informed him that I had a boyfriend. I wasn't about to cheat on Tom Holland.

    "Is he here?" He asked hinting that it could be our secret.

    "Well yeah, he's sorta—" I began to reply, but felt Tom pull me towards him from the side. I looked up and saw Tom staring daggers at the buff, blue eyed, hottie.

    "He's sorta Tom Holland," the guy finished with a nod before backing off. Tom began to lead me away, and I quickly yelled a goodbye to Hannah.

    "Tom, where are we going?" I asked finally, as the music began to fade in the distance.

    "For a walk. On the beach. Alone." He mumbled.

    "Okay, but why?"

    "Because:
      #1, I need to cool off.
      #2, you're mine.
      And #3, every guy there looked like he was
      undressing you with his eyes."

    "Oh, so you're jealous?" I teased.
  
    "I prefer the word protective." He pulled off his coverup shirt he'd put on before we left, and handed it to me. "Put it on."

     "You mean overprotective." I rolled my eyes as I slid the shirt over my head and gave him a playfully annoyed look.

    "Much better. Only I get to enjoy what's under that." He grumbled, barely audible.

    "Oh my god, Tom!" I blushed. He grinned.