Tom Holland- Angel or not

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A/N: Y/B/D = Your birth date.

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Something was off. One moment, you were just leaving your house for a normal day out with your friends. The next moment, you were standing in a white room, a golden doorknob waiting for you to open it.

Opening the door, you saw hundreds of men and women, each of them in gleaming white clothing.

"What the he-" Before you could continue, a man in a white suit appeared in front of you, smiling.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." You smiled, trying to remain calm.

"Hello. I'm Tom. I'm your angel." The man introduced himself.

"Oh, can you tell me where I am? I don't know how I got here, but I, I think I'm starting to understand." You asked, confused.

"You're in heaven, with every angel that has ever existed." Tom spoke, your eyes widening.

"I don't belong among the angels. And baby, that's just fine with me." You smiled before Tom sat you down.

"I assure you, Y/N Y/L/N. You belong here, just like every other angel that has ever existed here." Tom assured you. You felt off.

"Look. Tom, is it?" You asked. He nodded.

"I don't know who you think I am, but I certainly do not belong among the angels." You insisted.

"Your name is Y/N Y/L/N, correct?" He asked.

"Y-Yes?" You confirmed his question.

"And you were born Y/B/D?" He asked, shocking you.

"Y-Yes. That's my birthday..." You confirmed his next question.

"Well. Since that's your name and your birth date, you definitely belong here. We definitely don't have the wrong person." Tom laughed before handing you a manual.

"What's this?" You asked, opening the huge binder.

"That is your Angel Manual. It tells you everything you need to know about being an angel. But, is also has a section devoted to informing you about other options besides becoming an angel." Tom smiled.

You flipped through the pages, confused. Each and every page was empty. No dots, no letters. Not even lines.

"Uh, Tom..." You looked up, not seeing Tom anywhere.

You didn't feel right. You definitely didn't belong in heaven. Your Angel Manual was empty. Tom, who seemed like an older angel, confirmed your full name and birth date. Either you were dreaming, or this was some cruel prank.

Finding the very large office that had your name printed in gold letters, you opened the door. Walking over to your desk, you were shocked. You couldn't believe that this office was yours.

"You don't think you really belong here do you?" You heard Tom's voice again.

"E-Excuse me?" You asked.

"You don't belong here. But, before you panic, you're not dreaming and this isn't some cruel prank. You're actually dead." Tom smiled.

"H-How did I die?" You asked, pushing the manual away from you.

"I'm not supposed to tell angels how they died, but I mean, you're not really an angel so..." He sat opposite you.

"...just tell me." You rolled your eyes.

"Your best friend let you drown." He didn't even change her tone.

"Really?" You didn't think your friend could be more of a bitch.

"I promise. I'm not twisting your arm." He smiled.

"So you know that I don't belong here? Why haven't you told anyone yet?" You asked, leaning back.

"Simple. Every angel that exists within heaven is perfect. None of them are flawed in any way. Yet here you are. You're the most flawed person to ever enter heaven." Tom began.

"For example. You broke up your sister and her boyfriend, ruining your relationship with her, because he was sleeping around with multiple other women behind her back. You tricked your 8th grade English teacher Mr Smith into quitting his job so he could pursue a career in architecture." You weirdly couldn't remember those memories.

"You did everything in life with a good intention. Sometimes you used the wrong method, but you had good intentions either way." Tom explained.

"So, I'm not supposed to be here, but I wouldn't really belong in hell either?" You asked, extremely confused.

"Exactly. And since you always had a good intention, you managed to end up here. That's the only way I see you being here." Tom smiled, pushing the manual back towards you.

"Now. Unless you actually do want to be taken down to hell, I suggest you start reading the manual and getting to work." Tom stood up.

"I can't. The manual is empty. Every page is empty." You spoke.

"Is it really?" Tom winked before walking away.

You quickly grabbed the manual, flipping through it. Magically, every page was full of words. You smiled, flipping all the way back to page one. You sighed when you read the first heading.

An introduction to being an Angel.

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