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120. Tom Holland | Hard To Be Alone

By : call-me-baby-gir1 | Tumblr

Summary: Tom is away filming is Barcelona and seeing the fans photos everyday makes you miss him more

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

A/N: feedback is appreciated

It was another day you woke up to an empty bed. You thought that you would get used to it with Tom being away filming regularly, but you didn't. Instead, you became accustomed to hugging his pillow in his absence, his scent being embedded in the fibres. Grabbing Tom's pink hoodie is only a further reminder that he isn't here and a pouty frown makes its way onto your face. Even the hoodie smells like him, but it reminds you of what hugging him is like as you are enveloped in his scent.

Making your way downstairs you come across Sam who was making an omelette for himself. Pulling the sleeves down to cover your hands, you wrap your arms around yourself and go to sit at the counter. "Missing Tom? I know how you feel, when I went with him I missed Elysia so much."

Giving Sam a weak smile you responded "I just miss him so much, every time I think it will be different, or I won't miss him as much, but that's just not true. I think I miss him more. I should be used to it, I know, but honestly, I just miss him." Your shoulders were slumped, but you were glad that you had someone that you could talk to about it. "How did you and Elysia manage?"

Turning his gaze away from you, he flipped his omelette onto a plate. "Honestly, it was challenging, but we managed. The key was communication. I know that you and Tom talk every day, but sometimes one of us had to visit the other, seeing them in person is just so different. I know you and Tom, you will make it through this."

Sam sat down next to you, placing the plate between the both of you, handing you one of two forks. "I really want to go and see him, but I don't want to distract him. He seems to be really enjoying himself." Taking a bite of the omelette, your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the taste. "When did you get so good at omelettes?"

Nudging Sam, he laughed, "I've always been good at omelettes, you've just never had mine before. Anyway, I'm going to speak to Harry and see when he and Tom are free to visit. You need to see your boyfriend, and I need to see my twin."

Turning to Sam, you hugged him, "I don't know how to thank you, Sam, but thank you!" Sam was always someone that you could count on, and this just further proved your point. He was always looking out for others before himself.

Tom couldn't help but noticed the smugness written across Harry's face after he got off the phone with Sam. It was clear that they were twins with how close they were to each other. When Harry wouldn't say anything to Tom about the phone call, it angered him. The two of them never kept secrets, especially when they were away filming. He just told Tom to be ready and waiting, for what he didn't know.

Your flight wasn't very long, but it felt like a lifetime until the plane touched down on Spanish soil. The heat and humidity were the first things that you felt, instantly heating your skin. The flight wasn't overly crowded, so you and Sam ended up being sat across one row.

Walking towards the exit with your luggage in hand, it was easy to spot Harry. He was waiting for you, leaning on a wall with his camera around his neck. He really didn't go anywhere without it. Harry took in your appearance, still wearing the pink hoodie, your hair scraped into a bun.

"Wow. You look a mess." Sam laughed at his twins' remark. Harry always one for pleasantries.

"Yeah, a hot mess. How's Tom, I haven't had the chance to speak to him today, you know with the whole flight." Both the twins laughed at your comment.

"To say he's even more of an ass would be an understatement. He's been up my back since we organised this." You could imagine Tom pacing his trailer, running his hands through his hair, shouting at Harry when he wouldn't tell him anything.

Arriving on set was complicated, Harry had to radio different crew members to see where Tom was as to avoid him. Once you got in Tom's trailer, you got changed, knowing that he would recognise his hoodie in an instant. Placing a mask on, you finally felt like your plan was coming together.

Moving your hair into your face, you made your way into the crowd of fans. They were dotted along the outskirts of the set, all waiting for a glimpse at your boyfriend. Without fail for the past weeks, he had stopped to take photos with the fans.

Just like any other day, he arrived. You had received a message from Harry when they would be nearing the group of fans you were amongst. Before the doors of the van opened, you could hear the screams of the fans, all going crazy at the chance of just catching a glimpse of the Tom Holland, your Tom Holland.

Rushing to the front of the crowd, you couldn't wait to see your boyfriend. Resisting the urge to call his name, you just reached towards him, hoping to catch his attention. He made his way down the crowd, entirely skipping past you. Just as you were about to huff and walk away, Harry nudged him in your direction.

When Tom couldn't see your face properly, he tried to duck down to see it. Instead, you chose to lift your head up when he took the photo. Checking that it turned out alright, he did a double-take between you and the image. Smiles spread across both of your faces, it was obvious Tom was smiling, his eyes always gave it away.

Reaching towards you, he pulled you from the crowd and into his arms. You were home. "Darling, what are you doing here?" Tom's voice cooed in your ear. His arms still wrapped tightly around you.

"It was Harry and Sam's idea, I just missed you so much."

"I saw Sam, but I thought he came alone. Those sneaky fuckers!" He couldn't believe that his brothers had thought of such a foolproof plan in a short space of time.

Tom led you to the van, never taking his hands off of you, almost as if he was afraid to let you go. When you got back to his trailer, the first thing he noticed was his pink hoodie laid over one of the countertops. Smiling more to himself, he realised you must have been wearing it as he didn't take it with him.

Walking towards you, he captured your lips with his. He could taste the vanilla on your chapstick, your lips gliding against one another. Pulling away for breath, you rested your forehead against his, keeping close to each other.

"I love you, y/n. I'm so glad you came to surprise me, but it's my last day here. We fly to Atlanta tomorrow, I'll see if I can pull some strings to get you to come with me." Your heart sank with the possibility of having to leave him so soon, but Atlanta did sound good.

"Nap?" Tom always knew you so well. Nodding you, both settled on the small bed in the trailer, wrapped up in each other's embrace only to be woken by the shutter of Harry's camera. A photo to be treasured forever.