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Fans (TH)

Author: petersdune

Warnings: none

When you and Tom made your relationship public, the responses you'd received were.. a little less positive than you both had been hoping for.

You were very aware that Tom had a massive fanbase that adored him and wanted the absolute best for him, but you didn't think they'd be so cruel to someone who their idol loved and felt happy with.

Of course there would be the young fans who would lash out because they dreamed of themselves being the ones to date their celebrity crush, it was pretty inevitable.

But after Tom posted you on his social media, it seemed like the whole world hated you.

So when you got off the private plane, walking hand in hand with Tom to the exit of the airport, it was safe to say you were nervous about the crowd that would be waiting for your boyfriend when you got there.

You'd obviously never been in this situation before. It all felt so foreign, all you could imagine were angry fans throwing rotten tomatoes at your face. Of course it was a bit of an exaggeration on your part, but you could never be too careful.

Tom felt you tense up beside him and he stopped walking, focusing solely on you. He didn't care about any of the other people trying to make their way around the airport, what was important was making sure you were alright.

"You okay, darling?" he inquired thoughtfully, standing in front of you to ensure that you could focus on him and his voice rather than all the chaos swarming around the airport.

You nodded halfheartedly and glanced down. Your eyes scanned over your outfit, old sweatpants and raggedy sneakers with torn laces. You could already imagine what people would think.

How could a man like Tom Holland be in a relationship with someone like that?

If the press was crowded by the entrance amongst the fans, there would definitely be pictures taken and released onto the internet, for millions of fans to see and critique.

"I can tell that somethings bothering you," Tom murmured softly, using two of his fingers to lift up your chin, "what's wrong, lovie?"

Tom was so sweet, so loving, so gentle with you. He was patient and understanding and in all honesty, you didn't believe that you deserved him. The internet certainly didn't. At times you felt guilty, like you were a handful or weighing him down.

"Oh, nothing—don't worry about me." you waved him off, averting your gaze and missing his look of disbelief at your attempt to reassure him, "I'm just a little nervous. There's practically a mob of people waiting to see you just a few meters away, and I'm afraid of what they'll think or say about me. About us."

Tom furrowed his eyebrows and reached his hand in between the both of you to grab your hand. "Darling," Tom started, sighing as his ears picked up on the loud voices of his fans just around the corner from where you were standing, "you shouldn't care what they think about you. I certainly don't."

You scoffed and glanced to your side, trying not to draw any attention to yourself or cause a scene. "Well, that's definitely easy for you to say, they haven't been at your throat since we went public." you placed you free hand against your hip and Tom's eyes softened.

"Anyone who's insulting you and harassing you online isn't a true fan of mine." Tom assured you, "I'm sorry that people didn't react the way we had hoped. You don't deserve any of this, and if I could change it, I promise—"

"Tom," you interrupted, "I should be the one saying sorry. I knew what I was signing up for when I started dating you, even when we decided to go public. And yet, I'm bothering you about something I'm going through that you have no control over."