Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

24: He's Your Soulmate

I had been born this way, with the clock on my wrist. Everyone had. It was a countdown, but not a bad kind. The kind that made you queasy with excitement when it got down to days, hours, and minutes. Some people's clocks would stop, then reset to the right time, and you knew their real soulmate had died. They'd get a new one, and that's how it was. Mine hadn't ever stopped, thank goodness, it kept on ticking.

My nineteenth birthday came and went a few weeks back, and I began to stop worrying about it. Two months ago I'd wrapped a bandage around it, trying not to let it distract me. Performing on stage could become difficult when I knew I only had weeks left until I met him, the one, I'd be with forever, my soulmate. The very idea made me forget lines and choreography previously, so for this one show, I wrapped it up and tried to forget. I painted over it, and knowing I'd still get distracted, pulled out some medical wrap and hid the clock. This made performing so much easier.

Until one day, when my best friend announced we'd be visited by a boy who'd performed here before. That day my best friend accidentally ripped the gauze off. I had no choice but to look at that damned clock.

She walked into the studio with a smile on her face, and the moment she saw me she broke into a run. I held out my arms to catch her.

She jumped to me, screaming. "He's coming to the studio!" She cried. "He's coming!! He's almost here! Ah!" She hugged me tightly.

"Who?" I asked.

She smiled even wider, grabbing my wrists. "He's so cute too! God damn!"

I laughed with her. "Okay, who?"

"Tom Fucking Holland!" She shrieked, and hugged me again. "He's so cute!"

I felt my heart jolt. "Really?! Are you serious?!"

She nodded at me quickly, the grin still on her bright face. "Yeah! He's actually here!" She clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh god, do I look ready to meet a celebrity?!" She scanned her outfit. "I hope I look okay!"

I smiled softer. "You look fine, chill. When is he coming?"

She clapped her hands again. "Like, an hour!"

She grabbed my wrists again to throw our arms out to the sides.

Her British accent rang through the room, but I didn't listen. She frowned when she saw me staring at my wrist, going silent.

When she realized what happened, she gasped. "Oh shite, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to uncover it!" She quickly moved to wrap her hand over the clock again, but I moved my wrist away, stopping her. "No, wait, stop.....stop." I started panting. "Oh god no."

She frowned. "What's wrong? What does it say?"

I frowned at it, blinking, wondering if I was going crazy. "I'm meeting my soulmate in......'like, an hour.'"

She covered her mouth. "Oh my god!" She cried behind her hands. "Is your soulmate Tom-"

I shushed her. "No! No. That's...that's not possible."

She shook her head. "Uh, no it's not. Last I checked a simple person and a celebrity definitely could be together."

I shook my head slowly, watching the paint-splattered clock ticking down from 59 minutes to 58. "No, no they couldn't."

"I bet it's him." She shrugged.

I sat in stunned silence for the next 30 minutes. Now all I had left were 28 minutes.

No one talked to me much. My friend had gone and told them all I had an hour left. I didn't care how long they had, some of them tried to tell me, but I wasn't interested. None of them were meeting theirs at the same time a celebrity was coming to the studio.

27. 26. 25. 24. 23. 22. 21. The clock was running out of time. 20 minutes, 15 seconds.

Fifteen minutes.

Ten minutes.

Five minutes.

Three.

Two.

One.

The door opened, and I averted my eyes, quickly hiding my face. I heard all the girls scream and run to the door, my stage manager yelling at them to back off. Another, but far more masculine and handsome British voice told them all to calm down.

Then everyone grew dead silent. He started breathing heavily.

20 seconds.

I heard footsteps approaching me. My stomach dropped to my feet, sick to the core. I almost fainted, but I couldn't, not now.

"Darling?"

I looked at my clock. 2 seconds. 1 second. I looked up. My eyes met dark brown ones, and the clatter of plastic hitting the studio floor was the only sound I heard, as both our clocks fell off our wrists and to the floor.

He was gorgeous. He smiled, his eyes lit up, and he ran his hands through his hair, and fell to his knees in front of me. "You're my soulmate! Oh my god...oh my god. You're gorgeous!"

I let out a laugh, choked with a sob. "Y-you're my soulmate! I-I can't believe this!" I started crying, happy tears streaming down my face. "This is a-amazing."

He nodded, and reached out for me. I didn't even think about it, just falling into his arms. He hugged me tightly, really tightly. "I can't wait to get to know you."

I nodded against his shoulder. "I-I can't wait to get to know you."

He held me at arms length, looking all over me. I did the same, taking in what was now mine. He smiled, eyes once again meeting mine. "My god, I can't believe your mine!"

I laughed at his giddiness, still choked with happy tears. "I can't believe I'm yours."

He leaned forward, and kissed my forehead. "I'm so glad I came back here."

All the girls behind us were staring, dumbfounded. "She's gonna marry Tom Holland!"

"Future Mrs. Holland!"

"Mrs. Tom Holland!"

He shook his head, a happy smile on his face. "Y-yeah. Wh-what's your name, beautiful?"

I remembered that he didn't know that, and sighed. "Y/N Y/L/N."

His smile only grew. "Dear god, that's the most beautiful fucking name I've ever heard."

He hugged me again, once more kissing my forehead. "Best day of my life."

I nodded against his shoulder again. "Mine too."

My best friend cleared her throat loudly.

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU HE WAS YOUR SOULMATE!"