The Roundabout of Reality

When the One Thing You Always Wanted, Happens

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I waited in line and then it was my turn. I was led to him, Tom Holland. "Whats your name love?" He asked. His British accent threw me off entirely, caught me off guard. Of course I knew he was British but his voice felt so familiar, because of shifting. I was lost in his chocolate eyes. I stuttered "A-Ashley" Why was I nervous but so comfortable at the same time. I knew him. No, I didn't. But I have talked to him before. No, I didn't. It was happening, I read about it but didn't expect it. Confusing reality with your imagination. Suddenly I became dizzy and everything was dark.

TOM HOLLANDS POV:

As soon as I saw her walk up I became uneasy. I knew something was off from the second we met eyes. She looked sickly and almost sad. She was very beautiful nonetheless and I was captivated. "Whats your name love?" I asked. "A-Ashley" Cute. Suddenly her eyes glossed over as she looked at me. She then collapsed on sight. I tried shaking her awake, calling for help, but nobody came. People were gasping and horrified. Why were they horrified. I then got a clear look at her and she had a giant blood stain on her side. I screamed louder trying to get help. "SOMEBODY CALL 911!" A lady screamed. The blood stain on her side increased in size.

I took off my jacket to cover her as I removed her shirt. She really was beautiful. I used her shirt to apply pressure to the wound to stop blood flow. Blood was pouring everywhere. The distant sirens I worried would be too late but then someone jumped up with bandage. "I'm a doctor, use your jacket to cover her from the audience while I bandage her." He said with great urgency. The sirens grew closer and closer.

Ashley's POV:

What it going on? Everything is black. "SOMEBODY CALL 911!" I heard. I felt a warm....something warm cover me.  Ouch. My side, something is pressing it.  I heard a man's mumbling. Not Tom's. Maybe if I die someone will care. That would be nice, someone caring, at least.  I heard shouting. Is it because of me?

When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed. I looked around and saw a figure sitting in the visiting chair. The figure was bent over with his head resting on his hear. He was shaking he head revealing brown curled hair. His hand had 2 rings which was revealed when the figure brushed he hair away, uncovering his face. Jawline perfectly sharp, his right eyebrow messy, unorganized..,cute? His breath heavily as his perfect thin lips open to let out a breath.

"H-hello?" I struggled. The figure's head shot upwards with concern in his perfect brown eyes glimmering with hazel. "Hello, love." He said solemnly.  "I think you would recognize me, as you did come to my meet and greet?" He spoke softly.  I searched my memories and suddenly realized who it was. I became short of breath and could feel beads of sweat growing on my forehead. "Um, I assume so. Tom Holland is it?" I stuttered. He half smiled and nodded.

 "How are you feeling?" I realized that I was so distracted by...

Anyway, I analyzed how I was feeling. "My side is a little achey, but otherwise you're- I'm great! God that was a close one. I took a moment to gather my thoughts like, "Oh My God you are so much hotter in person" or "If only we were dating" or other things that I am going to NOT reveal.  "Good. Love, I'm am going to tell a doctor you are awake." He responded. "Wait! Why am I here?" I retaliated. "Darling, you tell me. You came onto the platform and collapsed with a wound on your side." He said. "I honestly have no idea." I responded in shock as I examined my side to see heavy bandages. "I'll be back." He blurted out and dashed away.