Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

28: Win a Prize

The entire building was glowing, a warm yellow light spreading throughout the entirety of it. I had never ever been to an event that was this amazing, nor this bright in my life.

At the top of the stairs, stars waited to walk down the red carpeted steps to the photographers below.

I was new to this. Like, really new. My starring role in a movie hit off much better than it was supposed to, and I became so popular it scared me. And now here I was at the 90th Academy Awards Ceremony, and nervous as hell. There were so many amazing people here, that I'd always wanted to meet. Now I had to figure out how to go about it.

Zendaya Coleman rubbed my arms slowly, watching people walk down the stairs, flashing cameras and photographers calling after them. "Just say their name, and introduce yourself and your movie. Not hard."

I shrugged. "And yet to meet you I had to trip over my own skirt and land on yours."

She laughed, clear and loud. "Oh please."

I tapped my (fake) nails on my clutch, and deciding whether or not to go for it or run home with my tail tucked between my legs.

I had gone in a dress red enough to rival the carpet, sequins up the bust and around my shoulders. The entire dress sparkled and, thank the lord, gave me confidence. A slit up the side went to the hip, and the sleeves were long and tight, coming to an end around my middle finger.

I held a white clutch in my hands with diamond rings on my middle and pointer fingers.

Zendaya's dress looked just like a monarch butterfly had wrapped itself around her. And her hair was slicked back at the top, with bright orange eyeshadow on her eyelids.

"Alright, let's do this." I sighed, taking a step before freezing, because: "Oh, hey, look." Zendaya pointed to the top of the stairs, where a really handsome young man was messing with his cuff links, preparing to head down the stairs. "There's Tom Holland."

I covered my mouth. "Oh no. Shit."

She grabbed my arm tightly. "Oh yes."

My heart pounded as he began down the stairs.

"Here, take your phone out, and go." Zendaya gave me a shove, and I walked toward the stairs. "Take a picture of him for me!"

I took a deep breath, looking down the red steps. Two women in dresses were getting photographed, and there was one of the hottest 20 year olds on the planet just a few steps below me, making his way with swagger in his step down the stairs.

I looked back at Z, who gave me a look and waved at me to go on.

So I sighed, and did what she told me.

I took a step down, held up my camera, and said, "Hey, Tom!"

He turned, and I took a photo of him before biting my red lip at him and winking.

He got a wide-eyed look, taking in my dress and face. "Well hello there." He wrinkled up his nose as he smiled.

I copied him, keeping my lip between my teeth. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

He gave me a smile, one of the best looking smiles I'd ever seen. "I'm Tom Holland."

"I know," I returned with a sultry smile.

He took a glance at the stairs below before taking the steps two at a time back up to me. "I-I think I've seen your movie."

I clicked my tongue, pretending to think about that. "You might've. Remember what it was called?"

He frowned, a deep and thoughtful frown, and extended his arm. "I think it was called Not Enough, or something like that."

I slid my arm around his, grabbing his forearm carefully and smiling up at him. "He wins a prize."

He smiled again, the wonderful and handsome smile. "What do I get?"

"Let me think." We both began down the steps. "I'll be your date to this ceremony, and then afterwards, we can get lost in my really large house, and basically, escape from this." I shrugged as he waved to some camera men calling his name.

He looked back down at me and winked. "I like that idea, love."

"I think we might even watch SpiderMan Homecoming while we're at it...cause I've never seen it, and I really want to." I smiled up at him cheekily. "You know, cause you're so cute. And besides, you've seen mine."

"So how'd you hear of me then?" He asked, taking the steps very slowly to allow time.

"Oh, I went to the theaters and saw In The Heart of the Sea with my best friend when it came out." I shrugged easily, trying to come off as nonchalant. But I was actually kinda freaking out inside. Well, just take a look at who's arm mine is threaded through and you'll get why.

"Well I watched yours on Netflix while flying down here." He copied my shrug.

"Oh, so you've only just seen it, huh?"

"Yes." He got a sneaky look on his face as we reached the bottom steps. "I am a big fan of that one scene where you're in lingerie and dancing. Not going to lie, that's my favorite."

I snorted through my nose, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you serious?" I scoffed at him.

He laughed at me. "Yeah. Think you could reenact it for me?"

"If you return the favor by performing Umbrella then it's a deal."

The cameras began furiously flashing in our faces when we reached them. He smiled, I smiled, they smiled, and so on and so forth.

Until we got to the end, close to the building, when he turned me around informs of him, so my chest touched his and our left side faced the cameras.

He kissed my forehead.

I gasped, laughing and feeling heat rise in my cheeks.

"Well, I haven't done it in a while, but I can definitely try." He winked at me again.

"Yeah, Y/N!" Z cheered behind us. "That's my girl!"

Tom laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Come on, the awards await."

I decided being brave was worth it.