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79. Tom Holland | Shit I've Missed You (I)

By : marvelhero-fics | Tumblr

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Anonymus: Hiya!! love your work darling! could I please request an imagine of reader going to surprise their longtime boyfriend Tom on set of spider-man:ffh?? thank you xx

Word Count: 1,768

Warning: none! just some fluff

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It was almost a 12 hour flight direct from London to Los Angeles. You weren't able to sleep very much due to excitement, plus you never were very good at sleeping on planes, the turbulence always freaked you out more than you'd like to admit. You were finally reaching the end of your 2 hour drive up to the filming location with tiredness, happiness, and nervousness swirling around to seriously mess with your brain. It had been almost 3 weeks since you'd seen Tom last and it was proving extremely difficult for the both of you.

'About 5 minutes away now.' You texted Harrison, he'd helped you organise the surprise, letting you know when Tom was filming and when was the best day to show up.

'Cool, I'll come out the front to meet you.' He replied instantly, after the years of dating Tom, Harrison had really become your best friend too.

The car you were in pulled up outside the large gates of the studio. You were very thankful to have a chauffeur driving you, because you had far too much on your mind to focus on driving too. You kindly thanked the driver as he helped you pull your suitcase out of the trunk of the large SUV. Out of the corner of your eye you caught Harrison exiting a smaller gate to the left of the entrance.

"Hey! (Y/N)! So good to see you!" Harrison beckoned, waltzing towards you as you pulled up the handle of your suitcase. He grabbed you, pulling you into a friendly embrace.

"It's so good to see you too, Harrison." You squeezed him tightly. "And it's so nice to finally be able to stand up!" You added, pulling away from the hug and stretching out your arms.

"Yea, I can imagine, don't we all hate that flight." Harrison responded, motioning for you to follow him. You happily obliged, tugging your suitcase behind you as you followed Harrison through the studio gates. He was quick to go jump into the white golf cart parked directly in front of you two. You followed his lead, putting your suitcase in the back seats and hopping into shotgun next to him.

"Tom's still in the middle of a scene, they'll probably be going for another hour or-so, so I figured we should drop your stuff off at his trailer and get some coffee or something, then I'll give you a little tour and then we can go see Tom finishing the scene and you can finally go surprise him." Harrison explained, starting up the cart, you taking in every word.

"Sounds good to me." You replied, "Thanks again for this." A smile crept onto your lips as you looked over at Harrison.

"It's really no problem, (Y/N), I don't do a whole lot around here anyway, so it's not a bother."

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"Here's the trailers. Zendaya's is further down there," He pointed down the lot, "Jake's trailers are over that way," He motioned in the other direction, "Those just there are Jacob's," Harrison pointed to the trailers just to the left. "And these couple of trailers are Tom's." He finally stated, pointing at the three large trailers in front of you. Of course, he had his main trailer that he slept in and chilled in whenever he had free time, but he needed a few others for his crew, and room for Harrison and Harry, and for all his gear he needed.

Harrison unlocked the trailer door and you heaved your luggage up into the entrance. Harrison had offered to help but you figured you'd manage fine on your own. Your fatigued muscles definitely didn't thank you for that. You placed your luggage beside Tom's queen size bed and Harrison grabbed you two a cup of coffee each from the café truck just outside. It was the actors go-to in the morning. You really loved Tom's trailer. This wasn't the first time you'd stayed in it, you'd spent a lot of time in it while he was filming Spider-Man Homecoming. It was extremely fancy and a lot bigger on the inside than you'd imagined.