Tom Holland Imagines

Comic Con Pt. 2 (Tom Holland)

Several minutes later, after I struggled my way through crowds of people wandering around comic con, I made it to the place where I knew Tom would be. There were two security guys outside and they looked at me as I came closer. I grew nervous, my mind racing at the same pace as my heart, which was way faster than it should have been. I wasn't sure if Tom had remembered to tell them I was coming, or if he remembered he just didn't tell them, or he didn't want to tell them because he rethought inviting me to see him. I had no idea. I didn't know what to do.
I walked up to Tom's security and stood there awkwardly and started feeling really shy.
"You the one Mr. Holland invited during the panel?" One of them asked me.
Oh goodness, thank you.
"Uh, y-yeah," I stuttered, my introverted side consuming my current feelings.
"This way," the other one said, gesturing for me to follow him. He nodded at the first guy and walked through the big black curtain they were standing in front of. He lead me a little ways and stopped in front of a door. "Just go on inside."
"T-thanks," I replied, going to the door. I hesitated, but went in when the guy left and went back to his post. I opened the door and cautiously stepped inside, looking around as I did. I didn't see anyone.
"Hello?" I didn't mean for it to come out as a whisper, but it did anyway because I could hardly even breathe I was so nervous. I closed the door behind me and stepped farther into the room. It was nicely furnish with two couches, a couple armchairs, and a coffee table in between. To my left there was a small kitchen-ish thing, with a mini fridge and a microwave. To my right there were two doors. One was open to reveal a small closet that I saw several sets of clothes in. The other one was shut. However not for long.
The door suddenly opened and it made me jump. Tom came out, shutting the light to what I now saw was a bathroom, off. He looked up and jumped a little. "Holy- oh hey!" A smile instantly spread on his face as he got over the surprise and realised who I was.
"H-hi," I instantly became nervous, butterflies swarming my stomach as Tom came closer. He hugged me, which I completely didn't expect. But it only took me a second to hug back.
He pulled away, still smiling at me. "Are you feeling better?" He said in his smooth British accent, motioning me to sit down on one of the couches with him, his eyebrows raised as if to ask me if I wanted to sit down at all.
I sat down and he sat right next to me. "Y-yeah," I want to rip my vocal cords out! Gaaah! Can I please stop stuttering?!
"Good, good. By the way I never got your name."
"Oh yeah, I'm Y/N," I replied, a shy smile on my face.
"Well it's nice to officially meet you," he smiled back. "So uh," he paused for a moment, and I could tell he was trying to think of what to say. "So you told me during the panel that you didn't want to be one of 'those people'. What did you mean by that?" He looked at me sweetly, and I almost died because his eyes were so much more beautiful up close.
"I uh," I thought back and tried to think of what I meant. "I guess... I mean, most, if not all, of your fan girls always want to meet you and will die at the chance to get a picture or an autograph or something like that, from you. But I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be one of those people who screams every time they see a picture of you, or you post something on Instagram. I don't want to be one of those people who makes you uncomfortable when taking a picture or just talking to you in general. I don't want to be one of those people who's so crazy about you that I completely disrespect everyone else around you because I want to be noticed by you or want you all to myself. I don't want to be one of those people. I don't want... I don't want to be just another fan. I want to be your friend. I want to know you. I want to get to know you for who you are on the inside and not just love you because of what you look like. I want to know your family. I want to know your fears, your fan moments, your likes your dislikes, your hobbies. I want to know everything. I want to be the one you can trust with anything. The one you can tell anything to no matter how bad or how crazy or how stupid or how simple. I want to be there for you. Because you need someone like that. Acting and being famous is hard. And you need someone you can trust."
There was a long silent pause. Then I looked up from my lap, my eyes wide open in realisation of the fact that I just said everything that I had kept to myself for years, to Tom Holland himself. Including things that I never meant for anyone to hear. ESPECIALLY him. My eyes started filling up with tears as I met his gaze.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," I stood up quickly and almost ran for the door.
F*ck. I just messed everything up.

A/N - Part 3?