Ignite to the Shattered Pieces (Tom Holland fanfic)

Chapter 4

(Summer 2017)

Five hours and seventeen minutes standing outside of the red carpet premiere of the new Spiderman movie was completely worth it. The excitement of fans, the chants, and the energy, made the moment ecstatic to be a part of. Rodger who was recording everything from is iphone, vlogged the entire wait. As soon as we see black escalades parked down to our right,

We all screamed.

"AHHHHHHH!"

from my voice, and every corner around. If mom and dad found out where I was at the moment, I'd be done for. Nearly a year now that I've gotten away with this.

I even attended a concert with Joy with not even knowing who was performing, but still had the greatest time. However, I knew I had to be extra careful though. Dad's starting to become suspicious of my late night arrivals at home even though he and mom didn't put a specific curfew for me anymore since I'm 21.

"OMGGGG! I see him! I see Tom!" Rodger squeals and waves like a little girl. "UGHHHHH he is gorgeous!!!!"

"AHHHHHH!" Vicky, Joy, and I scream together.

All of our heads look down at the railings, as Tom slowly made his way towards ...

Me.

Suddenly, I freeze.

Unaware of what to say or do. I don't even have my phone out for crying out loud. I can feel the heat rushing to my face, and imagining it turning bright red. I accepted the fact that I looked like an ugly cherry, with some smudged eyeliner, and frizzed up curls.

"Your PHONE! Take it out you idiot!" Joy insists.

"Shit!" I quickly reach for my phone through my small purse.

By the time I take it out, I look up.

OMG.

There he was.

Looking right at me.

I couldn't even scream.

What the hell am I supposed to say right now?

Am I in deep shock?

...Okay he's REALLY looking at me.

Almost like...staring now.

...do I have something on my face?

Tom Holland, right in front of me and..yet he looks completely terrified.

"I'm-I'm a big fan!" I finally say something.

However, he strangely continues to blink, hypnotically staring at me, almost the same reaction as my parents when they saw me awake from my five-month coma.

"Tom, you have to keep moving." His bodyguard taps him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Tom shakes his head a bit, snapping out of it.

I frown a little, thinking that there's something horrid on my face.

"Wait! My picture!" I plead.

Tom looks at my phone, and then at me, and then at someone on the other side of him, a blonde guy almost Tom's height who also has the same reaction as him.

WTF.

Was .

Going.

On.

"Tom." The bodyguard snaps him out again.

"Sorry." Tom apologizes.

He quickly takes my phone, but then another bodyguard skootches Tom away from me, warning him to try to quickly take pictures and sign as many autographs as he could before proceeding with his first red carpet interview for today.