Tom DeLonge's Intern

Chapter 39: Hold on to Me, I'm Right Here, Waiting

(A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for all of your patience and understanding, as it has been almost 4 years since the previous chapter came out! A lot happened in my personal life and I actually got real-life married, so I've been really busy. But I've had a lot of people lately asking me about Tom's Intern, so I decided to actually go ahead and write the last chapter. I appreciate each and every single one of you for supporting me and my fics, and I want you all to know that this won't be the end of me writing about Tom DeLonge. Unfortunately, my Tom hyperfixation is still at an all time high, but for now I might be sticking to one shots or smaller and shorter stories. I love all of you, and I hope this last chapter does this fic some justice <3 <3 <3) (Shout out to my wife Grace (Estiem) and my best friend Emilee (httpharrison) for supporting me the most throughout this entire thing). (And an additional shout out to my wife for also thirsting over Tom DeLonge as much as me, and not finding it weird).

I took probably the longest and deepest breath of my life before locking arms with my dad, who had reluctantly agreed to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. Tom and I had always prided ourselves on not wanting to throw some huge fancy wedding; in fact, we opted to keep it small and simple. I wore a basic dress and no veil or head gear, and Tom wore his finest suit and white watch. He had even cut his hair for this event and was clean shaven. He usually always was for interviews and press, anyways, but in his downtime, he let his facial hair grow out quite a bit. We had broken most of the rules of the pre-wedding events by sleeping together the night before we got married and spending most of the morning together, only to break away to get ready to walk down the aisle. As the day dragged on, I only grew more anxious, but all that anxiety melted once I saw Tom standing at the end of the aisle, tall and handsome as ever.

Tom was obviously very nervous as he stood there waiting for me. He was fidgeting with his hands as he tried to keep himself still, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I saw David Kennedy clap him on the back for reassurance as the light piano music started playing and everyone stood up. Tom made eye contact with me, and it felt like the world stopped turning. He became the only thing I was able to focus on in that moment as I made my way down the aisle for real this time and not as a practice round. I didn't feel the need to cry like so many people seem to do on their big day, only grinned ear-to-ear as Tom did the same. In fact, the rest of the world faded away once I got up to the altar. Tom looked lovingly into my eyes, trying his best not to smile as the officiant started reading off the boring wedding jargon that we had heard before.

He was the only thing that mattered to me in that moment, and I could only hope that he shared the same sentiment. It was clear to me that he did by the way he looked at me during the ceremony. We decided to keep it quick and easy, making our vows short and sweet. In all honesty, I had always disliked the idea of saying vows in front of other people; I just hated being the center of attention in general. But since it was our wedding day, and since we were only doing this one time (hopefully), I put my reservations aside and decided to write vows anyways.

"If either of you have any vows to share with one another, you may do so now," the officiant said, gesturing between me and Tom.

Tom cleared his throat before reaching into the pocket on his suit jacket and pulling out a small piece of folded notebook paper. The temperature in the room began to rise, and I began to wonder if it was possible to overheat while wearing a wedding dress. I pressed on.

"Chloe," Tom began, looking up at me from the paper after he said my name. My knees suddenly turned to jello as they often did with him, and I smiled at him slightly. He continued, "there are no song lyrics, no words, to describe what you have done for me the past few years. You have brought so much joy into my life and into my heart. I didn't know I could feel like this again after what happened to me in the past. You see me for me; all of me. Not just some guy in a punk rock band, or some crazy guy that had moved into weird music about talking to aliens, or some nut job who wants to make movies and films, or some crazy conspiracy theorist who is going to find aliens. You see me for who I am, not what I am. I've never met someone that understood me like you do.