My Queen || Tom Holland

Chapter 3

It's been four days since I've seen or talked Tom or Harrison. More of the maze runner cast showed up. Only Kaya, Dylan, and Thomas know exactly what happened, the others only know me and Tom got in a really bad fight and everyone is doing everything they can to make me feel better. I'm still staying at Thomas's. No one except the certain few of the maze runner cast that's here knows where I am. Whenever I go out with them, they make sure no one knows who I am. They've all been really great and I owe them for everything they've done for me. Fans and news companies are worried about where I am and why I randomly fell off the face of the earth the same day I showed myself to the world. Tonight is the premier, and I have to go. I'm walking the red carpet. I was supposed to go with Tom, but that changed. Thomas agreed to go with me though which I'm thankful. It means I won't have to face the Marvel cast alone. They've also been contacting me, or trying to anyways. I haven't talked anyone except Ki Hong, Thomas, Dylan, Kaya, Dexter, and Will. Plus my dad. He saw an article about the fact that I basically went into hiding and wanted to know if I was okay. I told him me and Tom got in a fight, but I'll be okay and I'm staying at a friends place. Currently me and Thomas are driving to a studio where we're going to get ready for the red carpet. I contacted Marvel and told them I'm not going with Tom anymore and I'm going with someone else. They said that would be fine and they would get something ready for him. The drive to this studio should normally only take about an hour, but we got caught in traffic, so we've been in the car for two hours, but lucky for us, our turn off is right up ahead. Thomas gets into the far lane so he can get off. We pull off the freeway and I actually sigh/groan in happiness. The rest of the way to the studio was fast and quite enjoyable. We sang to the radio and laughed a lot. We pull up to the studio, it's very big and very modern. Thomas parks the car and we get out. He walks over to me and holds out his arm for me. I loop mine through his and giggle at our goofiness. We walk together to the entrance and head inside. The room is large, all the tables and counters are clean cut and everything is super modern. "Hi, can I help you?" A lady behind the counter asks. Her name tag say Sarah. "Yes. We had an appointment for three but we go stuck in traffic and ran a little late." I explain. It's just after four now. Luckily the premier doesn't start till almost nine. I just hope our being late doesn't mean the stylists won't be able to do everything they wanted to. "Xena Russel and Thomas Sangster?" She questions, glancing at us over her glasses. "Yes, that's us." Thomas tells her. "Your being late ins't an issue, they'll just need to work faster, but you'll look just as good!" She cheers. "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to the rooms you'll be getting ready in." She tells us, and walks out from behind her desk. We follow her through a series of hallways before she stops at a room. "Thomas, this is where you'll be." She says. "Wait we're going to be separated?" I ask immediately. "Hey, Xena. You're going to be fine. It's only for a few hours, then we get to spend the rest of the night together. Okay?" He assures me. He's right. I just haven't been without him or someone from the Maze Runner cast for four days, so it's going to be weird without one of them with me. "Right, of course. Sorry." I say. "It's alright. Have fun okay. I'll see you soon." Thomas tells me. He unlinks our arms, grabs my face and kisses the top of my head. "See you soon." I repeat his words, and he walks into his room. Me and the lady keep walking. "Is he your boyfriend?" She asks. "No. God no." I laugh. "We're just really good friends and he's been helping me through something recently." I explain. "Oh, well he's really nice, and not that it's my business, but I hope whatever you're going through gets fixed." She tells me. "Thank you." I smile happily at her. She leads us up a flight of stairs and down the hall to the left until we arrive at the third door on the right. "This is you." She tells me. "Thank you." I tell her with a nod of my head. She nods back and walks off. I walk in and look around. The room is large. On one side is the makeup area and the other side is the dressing area. There's dresses hanging all over the walls and there's mirrors everywhere. On the makeup side is a bunch of chairs in front of body length mirrors with lights going around the outside of every single one.