You were at the airport ready to get to security check point, when they told you someone famous was going to have to go first. You scoffed and in came Tom Holland, your favorite actor. He even had his brothers with him, well two of them, Sam and Harry, and then his best friend Harrison. You gulped as you carried your carry-on on your shoulder and you rolled your suitcase with your right hand. You've always had social anxiety, so you always had to take at least twenty deep breaths before talking to someone you didn't know. That is also why you don't have any friends. You were living on your own, which you were grateful for, so whenever you had to take a trip on a plane, you always took the earliest flight. This time, you thought you got lucky and got the 1:00 am flight. Unfortunately, your favorite actor and his brothers and friend had to be there too. Knowing they were there, did not help with your social anxiety. You took twenty deep breaths as they the security scanner, and you asked one of the security guards if you could go, but go somewhere far away from them. The guard looked at you weirdly, thinking you might have wanted to talk to Tom Holland, but instead he nodded and let you pass the rope holding you back. You walked with her to a different security scanner and you got passed. You sighed in relief and retrieved your stuff and put back on your shoes. You looked towards Tom and for some reason, he looked at you and gave you a smile. You thought you were supposed to feel like throwing up, but you didn't feel that way at all. That confused you. You only gave him a small unsure smile. You put your carry-on back on your shoulders and your roller in your right hand and started to walk to your gate with your charged phone in your pocket. You got to your gate and you saw the Hollands and his friend walking towards your gate. Please don't have my flight to Georgia, please! You prayed and prayed, but of course, they had your flight to Atlanta, Georgia. You struggled to get your earbuds from inside your pocket and plugged them into your phone and listened to Evgeny Khmara. He just became one your recent pianist favorites, and his music has always been able to calm you down ever since the past month. The song "Tenderness" just came on, when Tom, Sam, Harry and Harrison just sat down in the seats in front of you. Really?! You screamed in your head in agony, as your social anxiety kicked up a thousand knots. You were about to take twenty deep breaths to calm yourself down, when you heard the sound of wheels rolling. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked passed the boys and saw a grand piano being put out in the middle of the walk way. You smiled to yourself and stopped the music. You haven't played the piano in a while, but you loved to play when you were younger. You walked towards the piano as it was wheeled towards you. Then, the men pushing it stopped and brought out the chair. They made sure it was tuned, and left after about five minutes. You unplugged your earbuds and stopped the music. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you slowly turned around. It was Sam, no doubt. You had learned recently that he likes to play the piano himself. You widened your eyes and took a sharp deep breath in as you set your jaw nervously.
"Hey," Sam said gently, which somehow made you relax, "You gonna play?" You nodded quickly and turned around and walked briskly towards the piano chair. You started to play "Tenderness" by Evgeny Khmara and everything around you started to fade away into blackness. All you heard was the piano and all you saw was the stories the music was making. You only stared at the piano keys until you knew the notes like the back of your hand, and closed your eyes and started picturing the only thing that helped you stay calm, which was home and the tree in your backyard where you would hide away and become your own person. That memory and story played in your head as your song on the piano came to an end. You could sense someone listening to your story, but that didn't phase you at all, so you kept on playing with your eyes closed. Towards the middle of the song, it got tense, and you started to remember feeling alone and you felt tears falling down your cheeks. Then towards the end of the song, it became softer and happy memories about you feeling alone but happy and content. When you hit the last note of the song, you gasped and slowly opened your eyes and smiled with content, until you saw the boys looking at you with shocked faces and you felt like running away, but it was as if your butt was glued to the chair and you didn't want to leave their presence. So, you only laid your elbows on the keys and covered your face with your hands and cried out of anxiety. You felt your muscles tightening, until you felt a gentle touch on your back, rubbing small circles. Whoever was doing that, it made your muscles relax and you slowly got your breath back and you slowly straightened up. You felt someone gently grab both of your hands that covered your face, and you let them take your hands off your face. Your eyesight was blurry from all the crying, but you looked to your right to see Tom Holland kneeling next to you with his hand on your back and his hands holding yours. You were still gasping for air as you looked at a worried Tom. He looked at you as you looked at him. Was he the one listening to my story? You thought as you caught your breath.
"I also felt alone once," Tom said, with a cracked voice as your eyesight became clear and you saw that he was crying, because his eyes were red. You didn't feel afraid at all around him. You were usually afraid around everyone, but not him. You tilted your head and you felt another tear drop fall, as it was confirmed that he was the one listening to your story. You pulled yourself away from the piano, as he stopped rubbing your back and let go of your hands. You stood facing each other and you didn't hesitate, and hugged him as he hugged you back. You both sat down on the ground, as you still hugged each other, and cried in each other's arms. You stopped crying after a minute, and you both stood up. He looked at the piano and smiled at you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't know that Tom could also play the piano, so you were interested what he was going to play. Then, he started to play and you felt yourself being dragged into his story as he played the piano. You felt your eyes closing and you were picturing something.
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As it started you could picture him as a little boy and you smiled a little, until you saw him at school and he was getting bullied (0:00-1:00). Then, you saw him as he grew older and all the successes he had, (1:00-1:36). Then, from there you saw him trying to find love, the one thing he didn't have and you saw how many times he felt alone and rejected as he covered his hurt and scaredness by smiles (1:36-2:20). Then, you saw him meeting you for the first time and you could feel him feeling happy for once and maybe feeling love too (2:20-2:56) and you smiled. Before the story was over, you wondered if anyone in his family and/or Harrison knew this much about him. When the piano was silent, you gasped and your eyes opened to find Tom shaking his head no.
"You knew my question without me saying anything?" You asked, while feeling surprised about your newfound strength to talk and have no social anxiety. He nodded his head and stood up and walked towards you until you were two inches apart.
"I could sense your question," Tom said with a smile, "Y/N L/N." You widened your eyes with shock, as you knew you never told anyone your real name.
"How did you know?" You asked.
"Your music told me," Tom said, quietly, "That piece I was playing was a cover of "In and Out of Love"."
"The piece I was playing was called 'Tenderness'," You said, as you both smiled.
"Maybe," You both said, as you two gasped with a smile.
"We should have our own quote," Tom suggested, "About our love." He grabbed your hands and you were shocked he felt the same way about you, even though you just met. Music can do amazing things.
"How about 'in and out of love tenderly'?" You asked, and he smiled.
"I was thinking the same quote," Tom said.
"Gate A37 for Atlanta, Georgia now boarding," The speakers said, and you both just stayed there looking at each other, as Tom held your hands and you held his.
"Gate A37 now boarding," The speakers announced again, and before you could move, you felt a pair of lips on yours. You knew it was Tom, so you smiled into the kiss and kissed him back. It felt like as if you knew each other for your whole lives. You both pulled apart and leaned on each other's foreheads and smiled.
"I love you," Tom said.
"I love you too," You said. You both walked back to your seats at your gate and grabbed your luggage. You held hands as you two led the way inside the plane, while Sam and Harry were behind you and Harrison in the back. You had the window seat as Tom had the middle, and Harrison sat on the aisle. Sam and Harry sat in front of you. You leaned your head on Tom's shoulder as you two held hands, and fell asleep. You knew you would never have to be afraid anymore.
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Musically Random Special Times (Holland Family Imagines)
Fanfiction"When music has no words, listen again and you shall see a story inside your head." "Lyrics are just words, but paint a picture with them, and they mean much more." "Don't judge the pianist, when they're living in the moment with music."
