Tom Holland Imagines

Skipping Work (Harry Holland)

*Your POV*

I open my eyes, and turn off the phone alarm I set to wake me up. I lay still for a minute before attempting to sit up. I feel Harry's arm pull me back down before I can fully get up.

"Harry, I have to go to work baby." I state softly, trying to pry his arm that is securely holding me down. He doesn't budge or speak, so I begin to wiggle out of his grip.

"No..." he mumbles sleepily, pulling me closer so that we're spooning. His arm rests over my waist, and he nuzzles his face into my hair.

"Harry, seriously. I have to go!" I whine, pushing his arm up so that I can escape. I crawl off of the bed and begin to look for my work clothes.

"Can't we cuddle just a little bit longer?" He opens his eyes to look over at me, and pouts.

"Harry, I either go to work now or not at all!" I yell rhetorically.

"Well, then don't go at all! I'm down for that." Harry grins. I roll my eyes at him.

"That's not what I meant—"

Harry cuts me off with a groan, "please please just stay here with me!"

"Harry, I—"

"I'll make you breakfast, and I'll give you kisses, and we'll do whatever you want today. Okay? Please just stay." Harry says, still laying down. I look down at my phone briefly, and send a quick email to my boss explaining that I'm taking a sick day. I don't answer Harry as he asks me what I'm doing, but instead I crawl back into our warm bed and lay down in his arms. He leaves kisses on my forehead and face, before closing his eyes and holding me close.

We both fall back asleep for another hour or two, but when I wake up, Harry is walking in with a plate of breakfast food. I grin and sit up. We eat together, and laugh at each other's stupid jokes, before we get ready for the day.

Once we finish getting ready, we head to the car. Harry drives us to where I told him I wanted to spend the day, and we arrive in record time. We hold hands as we walk up to the Zoo admission booth. Harry pays for both of us, and we begin to explore the different animal attractions. As we walk, Harry spots a photo opportunity, and makes us stop so he can get a picture of me in front of a very natural looking background.

"Wow, I have the hottest girlfriend." Harry mutters, as he looks into the camera. He quickly takes the shot and grins. He takes a few more pictures before putting his camera back in his bag. He grabs ahold of my hand again, and we head towards the otter enclosure.

"This beats any day at work, right?" He teases.

"Definitely, but something is missing..." I tease back.

"What? This?" He asks cockily, before pulling me into a heated kiss. I continue to kiss him for awhile, until we have to pull away for air.

"I was thinking that what I'm missing is a cup of ice cream, but that'll do too." I smirk. Harry shakes his head, but continues to smile. He begins to drag me towards a snack stand, and purchases a soft-serve ice cream cone for me. I begin to lick the ice cream, and Harry pulls out his camera to take pictures of me with the ice cream cone. I do some serious poses before switching to a completely goofy expression.

"Dork." He giggles at my silly poses, before putting his camera back. We sit down on a bench nearby, and I continue to eat the ice cream while Harry watches me silently with a smile.

"Mmm," I lick my lips to get all of the ice cream off.

"Hold up—" Harry starts.

"What?" I scowl.

"You got a little something there." Harry points to my face.

"Where?" I ask, beginning to wipe my face with my hands.

"Right there." He points again, and I continue to struggle to find what he's talking about. "Hold up, I'll get it for you."

Harry presses his lips onto mine, before pulling away. I see a slight ice cream mustache on his upper lip, and he smiles.

"Got it!" He cheers, before licking his lips.

"Don't be cliche!" I gasp jokingly.

"Well then don't be so cheesy!" He retorts, before pulling me into another kiss.

I'm so glad I skipped work today.

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[QOTD: Which Holland would you rather date? Tom? Sam? Or Harry? ~M]