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tomhollandnet · 23 days
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Tom and the boys on a weekend getaway | via tuwaine on Instagram
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tzthrowbacks · 6 months
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tuwaine, biggest zswagger since day one
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bonus : tuwaine, claire and whitney🤗
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tomdayaland · 9 months
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Tom and the guys celebrated Harrison's birthday.
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tomdayastuff · 1 year
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Tom, Zendaya and Tuwaine out in London.
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nosila419 · 1 year
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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love you to the moon and to saturn (t.h)
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tom holland x reader
summary: tom wants to get matching tattoos with his girlfriend, but things don't always go according to plan
warnings: knives, mentions of injury from knife, mention of mutilation? threatening behavior, cursing
a/n: i want to preface this with two points:
i know tom has a tattoo already, and also would not be this much of a wimp lol. suspension of disbelief, guys.
this is possibly the dumbest thing i've ever written. it's pure stupidity. but sometimes you just have to write something to get you back into the swing of things, you know?
enjoy <3
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It was Tom’s idea. He waited until you’d sat down to breakfast with the rest of the boys, sliding his phone across the table to you as you took a spoonful of your cereal. 
“I think we should get matching tattoos.”
Your eyes widened as you picked up his phone, examining the photo he had opened. It was a close up of two wrists, each with a tiny crescent moon and a delicate saturn, with tiny stars dotted around the image. 
“Do you like it? I thought it was kinda like, ‘love you to the moon and to saturn’, y’know?” Tom continues eagerly. “I’ve been looking for a few weeks now and that one just came up and I was like yeah, that’s the one.”
Your heart swells at the thought of Tom sitting there, scrolling through his phone to find the perfect couple’s tattoo for you and himself, so you nod. 
“Hun I love it, but are you sure you’re brave enough?” you tease. “I mean, tattoos HURT. Badly.”
Tom smirks, rolling his shoulders back and running a hand through his coffee-coloured curls. 
“It can’t be that bad. I’ll be fine.”
You shrug. 
“Alright then, speak now or forever hold your peace. 
Tom nods. “Yeah, let’s get matching tattoos.”
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The five of you traipse into the nearest tattoo parlour later that morning, you, Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine, the latter three who had insisted on coming with for ‘moral support’. You weren’t sure how much moral support they were really offering though, as they ambled around the small lobby, pointing at photos of completed tattoos pinned on the wall. 
“Cor, look at this poor fucker’s tattoo!” Tuwaine guffaws. “It’s horrendous.”
“Harry, look you could get Eminem tattooed on your arm as an M&M!” laughs Harrison, earning himself a brief smack from Harry. 
“Boys!” you say sharply to get their attention. Gesturing to the tattoo artist hovering a needle over your wrist, you ask, “are you giving support or what?”
The boys hurry over, gathering around you and watching in awe as the tattoo artist began to work, the design slowly taking shape. You grit your teeth, glancing up at the ceiling to distract yourself from the pain. 
“Is it really bad, darling?” coos Tom, giving your free hand a gentle squeeze. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much, alright?”
“God, she’s not even wriggling,” Harrison whispers in awe.  
“She’s like a statue,” agrees Tuwaine. 
“A statue that’ll give you both a smack around the head if you don’t back up a bit and give me a bit of space,” you grumble, both boys recoiling quickly and giggling. 
“Aaand, all done!” announced the tattoo artist, covering it in plastic for protection. He quickly explained the aftercare process and you nodded, half listening as you admired the delicate pictures on your wrist. 
Tom presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 
“Did so well, love,” he whispers as you switched places. 
“Alright, ready for me to begin?” the tattoo artist asks Tom as he prepared a fresh needle and situated himself near Tom’s wrist. 
Tom nods, and everyone jumped quickly as your phone began to ring loudly. 
“Shit, sorry,” you muttered, stepping away from the group as you answered it. 
“Hello?”
“Y/N? It’s Emily.” the voice on the other end said impatiently. “From work?”
You rolled your eyes. Emily from work, on a Saturday? She’d better be joking. 
“Hey Emily. Everything okay?” you ask politely. 
“Not really.” she sniffs impatiently. “Both Martine and Tiffany have called in sick and it’s just me trying to hold down the fort over here. We really need you to come in.” she says, not bothering to ask if that worked with your schedule. 
“Oh, really?” you say, pressing a hand to your forehead in annoyance. 
“Yeah. Can you get here in half an hour?” 
You sigh. You’d really like to tell her exactly where to stick it, seeing as you’re not scheduled to work Saturday and barely get to see your boyfriend as it is, but it’s also a reasonably new job and you’re still trying to make a good impression. 
“Okay. I’ll be there in 25.” you say, and Emily hangs up without so much as a thank you. 
Sighing, you turn back to deliver the news to the boys and the tattoo artist who hovers over Tom’s wrist, waiting to start. 
“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna leave you baby, but you know it’s a new job and they really need me there today, I’l probably only be there for an hour or so-”
“Darling, it’s okay.” Tom interrupts your rambling. “You go. I’ve got the boys here, and it’s just a tattoo, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later, okay?”
You nod, giving him a quick kiss, waving goodbye to the boys and thanking the tattoo artist again before rushing out the door and bracing the cold London wind, small tattoo protected by it’s plastic covering. As the door closes behind you, a loud squawk and a large thump echoes from the tattoo parlour but you’re in a rush so you can do nothing but shrug it off and hurry to work. 
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Kicking off your shoes in the hallway and dropping your bag on the sofa, you’re surprised to be met with an empty house. You were only at work for around two hours, but still, how did you beat the boys home? You check your phone and see no missed calls or texts from them so you shrug, plopping down on the sofa and picking up your book.
Just as you begin to get into the story again, a flurry of yelling and stumbling, boys giving orders and complaining sounds from the hallway and you almost drop your book as Tom enters the living room, white as a sheet with a strange sheen of sweat on his forehead, half-dragged and half-carried by Harrison and Tuwaine, while Harry followed behind, chucking hysterically to himself at his older brother’s pain. Tom’s holding his arm out as if he’s scared for it to touch the rest of his body and you glimpse the tattoo on his wrist, not covered in plastic wrapping. Or…is that the tattoo? It seems smaller than yours- it’s half a tattoo?
“Oh my God, what happened?” you cry, eyes wide at the sight in front of you. “Did the tattoo artist mess it up? Did you have an allergic reaction?”
“He MAIMED ME,” shrieks Tom, panting loudly. “That FUCKER!”
“I didn’t think he was a fucker.” you say quietly. “I thought he was pretty good.”
“It was TORTURE” Tom moans, flopping unceremoniously onto the sofa in his state. 
“He couldn’t do it,” chuckles Harry. “He was begging and pleasing for the tattoo guy to stop when he’d barely gotten a quarter of the way through.”
“Soon as the guy lifted the needle for a second so Tom would stop screeching like a fuckin’, a fuckin’, banshee, he was up out of that chair like a rocket and running out to the car. We had to chase him through half the bloody streets of London!” finishes Tuwaine. 
As you stroke Tom’s hair, trying to hold in a giggle as you assess the situation, Harrison starts rootling around in the nearby drawer, pulling out a small, glinting object. He approaches Tom, brandishing it with a grim expression. 
“Put your wrist on the coffee table.” he says calmly. 
“The fuck? NO!” yells Tom, scrambling on the carpet to get away from his best friend. “Get away from me, you nutter!”
“No mate of mine is going to be the laughing stock of the internet,” says Harrison, crouching down and pinning Tom’s arm down using his knee. 
“Harrison, get away from my boyfriend!” you yell, trying to push him off but to no avail. 
“Mate, c’mon, maybe this is a bit excessive, yeah?” questions Tuwaine. 
“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT,” chants Harry with glee. 
“Okay mate, hand over the knife. There’s no need to brand the little guy.” says Tuwaine, worry crossing over his features. 
“The…what? What knife?” says Harrison crossly. “I’m not BRANDING anyone! It’s Y/N’s blimmin’ EYELINER, which I’m going to use to DRAW the rest of it on. We’ll just take it in turns to draw the rest of Tom’s tattoo on before he leaves the house every morning.”
Everyone sucks in a breath of realisation as Harrison gently draws the rest of the tattoo on Tom’s wrist with surprising accuracy. Tom holds up his arm in victory as everyone admires his finished ‘tattoo’. 
“Did you all really think I was gonna slice his skin off so it would grow back, un-tattooed? Or carve the rest of the tattoo into him with a knife?” asks Harrison in disbelief, glancing around the room. 
You, Tuwaine and Harry are all suddenly very interested in examining the carpet and the pot plant on the coffee table, averting your embarrassed eyes. Tuwaine reaches underneath the coffee table and holds up a small cardboard box. 
“Anyone up for a game of Boggle?”
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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
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simpforharryholland · 10 months
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230529 - Tom’s Instagram post
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tomholland2013: Nothing better than sharing weekends like this with your family. Love you lads❤️ thanks @/tagheuer for having us. See you next year 👀
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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 1 year
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Ughhh I missed these 3 🥺
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mndvx · 10 months
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playgoeswrong We had a MARVEL-lous time last night 😄🕸️ Thanks for visiting, @tomholland2013, @hazosterfield and Tuwaine Barrett! 📸 @danny_with_a_camera
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tomhollandnet · 6 months
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More of Tom and co. at the BMW PGA Celebrity Pro-Am (x) (x)
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colemanholland · 1 year
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Tom e Zendaya juntamente com Tuwaine em Londres hoje. ❤️
23/03/2023. ✨
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tomdayaland · 10 months
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Tuwaine's the best. <3
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luckydiorxoxo · 9 months
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India Amarteifio and Tuwaine Barrett attend Cartier Style Et Luxe at the Goodwood Festival of Speed on July
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nosila419 · 2 years
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I’m excited for future content of Tom and Tuwaine golfing together
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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rendezvous (t.h)
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tom holland x little mix!reader
request from @thirlwallsholland for little mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !
a/n: i'm using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity
those 3 photos are also so wonky if you're on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.
warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol
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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.
Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.
So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.  
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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you. 
“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water. 
“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 
“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”
He shrugs. 
“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours. 
You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long. 
“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucks at chicken.”
You snort into his shoulder, nodding. 
“Harry does suck at chicken.”
Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. 
“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”
“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”
You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs. 
“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”
“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”
“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”
When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action. 
“Ready?” calls Tuwaine. 
“Three, two-”
Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water. 
“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!” 
Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up. 
“Are you okay?” he laughs. 
You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time. 
“Is everyone ready this time?” laughs Tuwaine. “Alright. Three, two, one-”
“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways. 
You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over. 
“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries. 
You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state. 
“Tommy I’m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”
Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs. 
“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.
You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty. 
“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!” 
You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 
“I’m fine you lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”
“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely. 
“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs. 
Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you. 
“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”
You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes. 
“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheaded or something.”
Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender. 
Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”. 
“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”
You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him. 
Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left. 
“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”
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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.
“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.” 
Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!” 
You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics. 
“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”
He shrugs. 
“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.” 
It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter. 
“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder. 
“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly. 
You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos. 
Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear. 
“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”
He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours. 
“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.
Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal. 
“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.” 
He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two. 
As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat. 
“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”
“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears. 
“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says. 
“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours. 
“Wait, what?” Tom laughs. 
“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.
“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”
Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get colder and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you. 
“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry. 
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y/ninstagram☑️: on our way!
mixerjadeee: where are you going ????
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!
harryholland64☑️: i'm literally sat right on the other side of you, where's a pic of me?
perrieedwards☑️: can't wait to see you guys again!
↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING
tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman
dommoholland☑️: you've got that son of mine reading? witchcraft.
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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two
tuwaine☑️: *eight
mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric 😭
hazosterfield☑️: 🔥🔥
↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?
parkersy/n: oop-
harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right
↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check
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