Tom Holland imagines

I just need you T.H

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I wake up to the blinding rays of sun shining through the gap in the curtains, covering my face in a soft golden glow. I squint my eyes as I try to open them an reach over to grab my phone and find myself in the cold, empty space next to me.

Tom's space.

He has been filming his new movie and has been gone for almost 5 months now, I miss him so much, but I have to stay strong for the both of us.

Tom is someone who gets stressed easily, and when he does, he tends o bottle up all f his feelings, putting on this perfectly fine persona until he can't deal with stress and he snaps.

I make my way downstairs to make breakfast and binge watch some Netflix when my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and see that it's the director for Tom's movie, I hesitate for a moment and then finally pick up, putting the speaker up to my ear.

"Hello" I answer nervously, wondering why he is calling this early.

"Hi y/n, I have some news that I don't think your going to like" he says back, which makes me more nervous.

"Is it about Tom? Is he alright?" I ask concerned.

"No, he isn't alright" the director answers sadly.

"What's wrong with him? Is he hurt?" I said.

"No he isn't, but I really don't have time to chat, I have to get back to filming but call Harrison, he knows what going on" the man said sympathetically.

"Okay, thanks for calling me" I said and end the call, going straight to find Harrison's contact, phoning him and praying he picks up. When he finally answers I sign in relief.

"Hey y/n, what's u-", before he finishes I cut him off, wanting to get straight to the point.

"Where's Tom? Is he okay?"

"Well... not really. He's been super stressed lately with this movie and all the pressure, having anxiety from being away from you for so long, y/n I have watched him have four breakdowns, this week, on set and In his trailer, I've even heard him cry himself to sleep." Harrison said sadly.

"Why didn't you call me sooner Harrison?!" I shout into the phone, even more stressed that it has been going on this long and I didn't even know.

"He begged me not to tell you! He said repeatedly that you would see him as weak and would leave him, adding even more to his stress levels."

"How long has he been like this?" I ask desperately

There is a long pause between us until I finally hear Harrison whisper, "about a month".

"About a month?! When's the next available flight, I'll fly up straight away"

"um.. tomorrow morning, I'll buy you a ticket, see you then."

"thankyou Harrison, I don't know what Tom would do without a best friend like you" I said smiling and I hang up, running frantically through my room to pack what I need before tomorrow. I couldn't shake the guilt off me about him being down for this long and not being there to help him through it. I always knew that Tom suffered from anxiety when he was away from home for a long time and got stressed easily, but he always came to me to talk about it.

"I'm coming love, just hold on" I whisper to myself and with that I drift off into a restless sleep.

* AT THE AIRPORT *

I grab my luggage and make my way over to Harrison who is standing there waiting for me, I run up to him and pull him into a tight hug.

"Hey I missed you squirt" Harrison said, laughing as he called me my nickname.