Tom Holland Imagines

First Look

Today was the day. Our wedding.

Tom had asked me to marry him a little over a year ago. I'd spent that time trying to plan a perfect wedding. Micromanaging every single detail.

Yes I was a bridezilla but I didn't really care. I wanted the day to be perfect.

We were getting married just outside London. In a massive stately home. It had a cute private ceremony area for the actual wedding. This was important to me because I wanted to keep that part small and intimate.

However there was a massive ballroom for the party afterwards. We had invited everyone we knew. We wanted to go all out.

The grounds surrounding the house were beautiful. It had flower gardens and waterfalls. The wedding was beautiful.

Harry had offered to do to be the wedding photos but we just wanted him to enjoy the day as well. But that meant finding a photographer. When the best one we knew was a groomsman.

That stressed me out. It took us a while to find one we liked. However once we found one and she showed us her work. I was ecstatic.

For my look I had decided on a simple nude makeup look. My hair had been curled and put into a messy side bun. Pieces of hair coming around either side of my face.

The dress. My favourite part. I had decided on a tight fitting dress that had a long train. It had lace detailing with a silver beading at the waist. It was low cut and low back. It complimented my figure perfectly. I couldn't wait for Tom to see me in it.

I was stood in my robe watching my bridesmaids get ready. I already had my hair and makeup done and now it was their turn. I had 5 bridesmaids so there was quite a lot to get ready.

A sudden wave of anxiety came over me and I started to panic. My breathing got heavy and my hands started to shake. B/F/N (best friends name), who was my maid of honour, came up behind me. She saw I was starting to panic and started rubbing my back.

"Breathe Y/N. Tell me what's wrong."

"What's wrong everything's wrong," I panicked.

"What if Tom doesn't like my dress. What if nobody likes the food. What if my dress rips. What if I fall over walking down the isle. What if the rings don't fit. What if half the guests don't show up..." I started pacing around the room.

Saying anything that came to mind. Saying all my worst fears.

"What if I'm marrying the wrong person."

"Right sit down Y/N."

She guided me over to a chair and sat me down. She knelt in front of me and grabbed both of my hands.

"Y/N this is normal. Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day. And as for the wrong person. You and Tom are perfect for each other. There is no one else out there for you."

I laughed lightly. Still nervous.

"Haz. I need Haz. Get me Haz," I asked.

B/F/N nodded at me and went to get Harrison for me. Harrison and I had been best friends since we were 10. He was the one who had introduced me to Tom. He was my longest friend. If anyone could calm me down it was him. Even though he was Tom's best man I needed him. It wasn't like I could speak to Tom right now.

"Where is she," I heard him call.

"In that room."

Harrison walked through the room I was sat shaking in. I looked up to see him walk in his royal blue suit that matched Tom's and the rest of the groomsmen's suit. The suit also had a baby pink flower in the pocket which matched the bridesmaids dresses.