Tom Holland Imagines

My Fault | Tom Holland

Imagine #20
{ in this imagine, I'm just going to pretend that Tom lives in New York }

Word Count: 2473

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THIRD PERSON:

Tom sat in the extremely uncomfortable chair as his hairstylist added some fruity products to his soft brown curls. His heavy eyelids trying their best to stay open by scrolling through his camera roll, occasionally passing by some photos of him and Y/N.

Him and Y/N had planned a day to themselves where they would stay cooped up at his apartment the whole time. Sadly, their idea was ruined when Tom was set up for an unexpected interview, his manager calling him last minute the night before. All he wanted though was to able to finally have a day off and spend it with his girl, but it seemed that something always got in the way. Y/N being an amazing understandable girlfriend, she told him to go ahead to the interview and that they could do their "mini lazy day" another time.

"And you're all done! I actually did pretty well today." Annalise, the hairstylist, exclaimed while placing her hands on her hips.

The exhausted young man yawned, letting out a light laugh in between. "You always do an awesome job on my hair, Anna."

"Oh stop." The middle aged woman teased, hitting his shoulder gently. "Although, I'm sorry to interrupt your relaxing time, but you have to go out there like now. Or else the host will murder me for being the cause of her show starting late."

Tom sighs, getting out of the chair and made his way to the dressing room door, shouting a thank you on the way out. He stops in his tracks once he arrives by the camera men who were currently rushing to set up props.

"Ellen will be ready in about two minutes. Go stand over there and wait for her signal to introduce you on the show." A lady hurriedly explains, then leaves Tom dumbfounded on where he was suppose to stand.

Heading over to a random spot, he stands there awkwardly waiting for the show to begin. Another yawn escaped from his mouth as he slide out his phone, deciding to message Y/N that the interview was about to start.

Interview is about to go on, darling. But I just wanted to let you know that I'm missing you like crazy, love you lots! (:

He scans over the message a couple times before hitting send, watching as the message slowly delivered to his girlfriend. Once the word 'delivered' popped underneath the text, he shut off his phone and slide it into his back pocket.

"And five, four, three, two-"

The camera man's counting is cut short when a song begins to play and loud cheers erupt from the crowd filled with women. Ellen's figure appearing on the stairs in one of the middle aisles by the audience, dancing to the whenever tune was blasting from the speakers above. She finally stops with her surprisingly great moves, settling down in her spot on the stage.

"Woah, I don't see how these teens dance all day, everyday." She jokes, earning cackles from the crowd of ladies. "Anyways, enough with my awful choreography. Today we have a very special guest swinging in for us so please welcome Spider-Man, but also known as Tom Holland!"

Once clapping from the audience echoes throughout the room, he takes that as his cue and walks out on the stage. Lifting his arms up as he sends multiple waves to the women, an adorable giggle escaping from him. Finally making it over to the couch by Ellen, he sits down, the crowd slowly quieting down.

"Okay, obviously my first question for you today is going to be. . .has it always been your dream of playing as Spider-Man?" Ellen asks, crossing one of her legs over the other.