Tom Holland Imagines

Fanfiction (Sam Holland)

[Because I haven't done a Sam one in literally months...so enjoy. Also THANKS SO MUCH FOR 100K views on this book!]

*Your POV*

    "Bye babe!" I yell across the house to my boyfriend as I hear the front door open. I hear it close behind him, and realize I have approximately half an hour before he gets back with the groceries. I pull out my phone and click on the Wattpad app. If my boyfriend knew I secretly read the fanfics written about him, he'd never let me hear the end of it! He'd tease me forever. I clicked on the book in my Wattpad library called "Sam Holland Imagines." I quickly checked my surroundings on instinct, triple checking that my boyfriend, Sam, wasn't around to see what I was doing.

     Sam knew I used to be a huge fangirl, but he wasn't aware that I was still secretly deeply involved in the fandom. I had a fake fangirl alias on all social medias so that none of the other Sam Holland fangirls figured out that Sam's actual celebrity girlfriend, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), was the one hitting them up on their fan accounts. I liked to feel like I was just another one of the fangirls sometimes, and my fake accounts helped me do that.

     I smile as the imagine gets super cutesy, and I laugh when the writer basically begins to describe Sam and my first date in detail, but from the reader's point of view. The dialogue is so funny to me, because I as I read, I can practically hear my boyfriend's voice in my head saying every line. I'm so involved into the imagine book, that I don't notice the sound of the front door closing at first. Once I finally remember what I'm doing and that Sam can't find out, I quickly shove my phone under the covers. I'm too late, because right as my hand dives under the covers with the phone, and my eyes lift up towards the bedroom door, I see my boyfriend staring at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

    "Hi." I choke out lamely. I begin giggling like an idiot, and Sam's worried expression fades.

    "What are you hiding?" He laughs now, and I realize he was probably initially worried that I was cheating on him or something.

   "Nothing!" I gasp out, continuing to laugh uncontrollably.

   "Come here." Sam says playfully, jumping onto the bed and rolling on top of me to wrestle me for my phone.

   "No!" I yell, holding my phone tight, pulling it out from under the covers to keep it away from him. His arms are longer than mine though, so my attempt at "keep away" fails almost immediately. He knows my passcode and immediately unlocks my phone. I can see his eyes scan a few sentences on the screen and he looks at me with a mischievous grin.

   "You are not!" He gasps, before erupting into a fit of laughter so powerful that he literally rolls over and falls off the bed.

    "Hey! Give me my phone back!" I sass, blushing now.

   "Love, you're reading fan fiction about me?" He's still laughing and I roll my eyes. He's lying on the floor, still clutching my phone, and I give him a hard slap on the shoulder to give me it back. He holds it out to me, and I grab it forcefully. He stops laughing after a minute, when he sees my embarrassed expression.

   "Oh! No, Love. I think it's adorable that you read fanfiction about me. It's a real confidence booster. My girlfriend likes me so much that she literally fantasizes about me." He smirks cockily.

   "Sam!" I scream, and hide my face under the covers in complete humiliation.

   "I'm serious!" I feel the bed dip under Sam's weight as he sits down next to me. "It's honestly so cute. I swear!"

    "I'm mortified!" I groan, holding the covers over my face. I feel Sam's hands pull the covers from my grip, and soon his face is looking down at mine.

   "I love you. I love that you're a fangirl. I may tease you about it forever now, but it's only because it's literally so freaking cute that my girl is truly that into me, and only me! I love that, and I love you." Sam says sincerely, leaning down to kiss me before I can respond. When he pulls away, I debate on telling him that what he said meant a lot, but another question comes out instead.

    "Did you get me Cheetos at the store?"

    "Yes, you dork! God, you're fucking adorable. Your mind went straight to food." Sam says with a chuckle, and I shrug. I get up to go get the Cheetos, and while I'm in the kitchen I get a twitter notification. I look down and see that Sam tweeted @ me.

"Just got home and caught my girlfriend
@ (Y/T/N) reading fanfiction about me. She's so freaking adorable."

    I unlock my phone and see that Haz, Tom, and Harry have already responded.

@ HazOsterfield: "LMAO! I'm never gonna let her live this down!"

@ TomHolland1996: "HAHAHA"

@ HarryHolland99: "Are you sure she's not reading any fanfics about me? ;) HAHA"

     I refresh and see Sam replied back to Harry's last one.

"You wish. @ HarryHolland99"

   I roll my eyes and reply back to them all.

@ Y/T/N : "Fuck off"

   "SAM ANTHONY HOLLAND, YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD FOR TWEETING THAT!" I scream across the house, grabbing the Cheetos bag and stomping dramatically back to the bedroom.

    "You weren't reading any Harry fanfics right?" He yells back.

    "SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO YOU IDIOT!"