The plane landed steadily as we flew into my most favorite place in the world, London, England. I have been coming here for years now, since I was little. This time, I could feel something special was going to happen. A journey that I would never forget. I was finally old enough to journey off on my own. London was rainy and beautiful as always. The sky was a light grey with a bit of sun peeking out from behind. A perfect day. The sprinkle of the rain felt amazing on my face as I wondered where to go first. I grabbed a taxi cab and decided to drive through downtown. To the museums, rivers, and fountains, to Big Ben and every other landmarks, I loved everything about London. Especially the people. London was my home and I was happy to be back. I decided to get some light shopping in like always and headed to my other favorite spot in Europe, Kingston. The taxi headed a bit south and dropped me off at the shopping center. I walked down the streets seeing happy people and faces everywhere. The little stores, the cafes on every corner, everything looked amazing. Where to go first was still a question. I was a bit hungry so I decided to go to one my favorite cafes here In Kingston. I walked in breathing in the fresh coffee smell and whipped cream that I so longingly missed. I walked into the little shop feeling joyful as ever. Suddenly, I rammed into someone seeing coffee spill all over both of us. I stumbled back a bit to see a man picking up an empty cup from the ground. "I'm so sorry darling." He said slowly getting back up from the ground. "Are you okay love?" He was the most Beautiful man I've ever seen. He had curly brown hair and beautiful, beautiful brown eyes. I swear I had seen him before and then it hit me. "You're, You're..." I could barely make out realizing I was staring way to long. "Yeah. I'm Tom. Tom Holland. That was not a very good first impression." He replied running his hands through his long locks. "And you are darling?" His accent was music to my ears, putting me under a deep spell. "I'm, I'm... Y/n. Y/n y/l/n." "That's a beautiful name." He replied smiling, flashing his shiny pearls. "Um Thanks." I could feel my cheeks starting to burn up. "I'm so sorry about that." I said pointing at the coffee stain. "Its okay." He said chucking. "I should be going now." I said finally after several more minutes of staring. I started to leave and went out the door. I started walking again down the street to be stopped by someone's hand on my shoulder. "Did you think I would let you go without getting your phone number?" He said smiling a smile that I would never forget.
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Starstruck, a Tom Holland Imagine
FantasyYou decided to go back to London, your favorite place in the whole entire world. You go sight seeing, look at the architecture, and then finally decide to go to your favorite coffee shop. Unexpectedly, you run into someone spilling coffee everywhere...