unraveling in paris || tom holland au

prologue: an introduction/teaser

author's note:

dear readers, 

thank you for clicking on my story! If you like it, leave a comment and if there is something i need to fix, call me out on it, because I can use all the help i can get. the prologue is just a quick snippet of how Tom got to Paris, his mindset, and just a little peek into the story :) 

have fun! 

xoxo, rose

          "Do you ever feel like everyone is light years ahead of you?" Tom asked as he stared into his cup of black coffee. The ambience of cars honking and the chatter of people in central London echoed through the streets outside the coffee shop. His best friend, Harrison, sat in the chair across from him and furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden seriousness in Tom's voice.

          "Uhm, I suppose, but you can't let that get to you, mate. Your art will get there one day, you know it will," the blonde tried to offer encouragement to the struggling artist, but Tom shook his head Haz's interpretation.

          "No, not really with my art. I guess that is a part of it, but just in life..." he sighed and tapped his paint stained fingers against the ceramic mug. "I feel like everyone gets so many opportunities just thrown in their face. They are the spontaneous types that just end up going to a concert the night of, situations just land in their laps. They never plan anything because life just hands it to them. And those people are never me, Haz... I feel like I'm stuck in my basic routine no matter what I do." Tom ended his 'soliloquy' by leaning back and running his hand over his face, rubbing his temples. Harrison rested his elbows on the small table and tried to find the right words.

          "I-I wish I knew what to say, Tom, but I just can't relate. You know me, I tend not to notice those things like you do." He gave a light chuckle to lighten the mood, took a sip of his coffee, and watched Tom's face, but he didn't even seem to listen. His brown eyes were gazing at the floor with his eyebrows stitched together. "Tom..?"

          Tom lifted his gaze, and the clouds in his eyes cleared away. "I'm gonna move to France." He declared. Haz scoffed in surprise and chuckled while wrapping his mind around the sudden decision. "You're what?" However, by the time his best friend choked out those words, Tom grabbed his jacket and skipped out the door. Hope and optimism brought back his imagination and color as he rushed to the nearest travel agent. When he arrived with his cheeks flushed a rosy, a child like look in his soft eyes and the biggest grin on his cheeks, he proudly asked, "What is the quickest and cheapest ticket to Paris you have?"