Tom Holland Blurbs

fame (t.h.)

Y/N's POV

I loved visiting Tom when he was working on a project or on a press tour, I really did. Mostly because I missed him terribly and getting to see him when he had been away for weeks or months at a time made that ache in my chest briefly stop hurting. Seeing him was everything to me, the problem was getting there. I am a very nervous flyer, the idea of being trapped in a flying metal death can thousands of miles above the Earth just makes me stressed beyond belief. I got nervous enough that for long flights my doctor would prescribe me a mild sedative so that I could make it through the flight with out having a panic attack. The problem with the sedative was that I was basically pretty out of it for a good portion of the day and when I was visiting Tom the airport would often be overrun with fans, especially if they pieced together that Tom would be there to pick me up.

I was currently flying into Atlanta from Los Angeles to visit Tom and my stress levels were high even though I had taken my sedative. The airport in Atlanta was huge and I had been running late to my flight and paparazzi had snapped pictures of me leaving our house in LA and then walking into the airport. I was expecting fans when I arrived in Atlanta, but what I was met with was insanity.

I could hear the screaming as soon as I entered the airport from the walkway off the plane. I hurried to get my suitcases, feeling like a bundle of nervous energy but lethargic all at the same time. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before heading towards the war zone. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and I halted in order to fish it out.

The contact name was Tommy and the picture was one you had taken of him when he was in the middle of telling your friends a funny story from set. The picture never failed to make you smile, and this time was no different as you answered the call.

"Y/N? Darling? Hello?"

"Hi Tom, are you stuck on set?" I asked, assuming that was why he was calling me rather than trying to sneak up behind me.

"Hm? Oh, no we're here! It's just kind of hectic, security doesn't think that I should come in. They want to come in and get you," Tom said, worry evident in his voice. He knew that crowds were difficult for me, I got stressed out and claustrophobic, especially when he wasn't with me. My breath caught in my throat. I didn't want to be a hassle, if security thought it was best for Tom to wait in the car, then I was just going to have to be okay with it.

"Y/N? Darling? Are you okay? Are the fans getting to you? I can come in, I'll be there in a sec-" Tom's voice sounded frantic as he interrupted himself to inform security of the change of plans.

"No, Tom, I'm fine," I spoke up, trying to hide the shakiness of my voice. "Could you just send security in quickly? I'm getting a little anxious but I'll be okay."

"They're already on their way, you should see them any second now, just keep talking to me darling, I'll see you in a few minutes."

I looked around the airport, cursing my short height. I couldn't see anything over the crowds. Tiptoeing, I finally caught sight of four huge men in black t-shirts and started waving at them, not wanting to leave my bags.

"Okay, Tommy, they're here, I'll see you in a few," I said, ending the call as the security team surrounded me. My panic abated slightly, but I knew it wouldn't totally go away until I was past the crowds and in Tom's arms.

"Okay, Ms Y/L/N, we've got your bags, just stay behind us. If you need my attention for any reason, tug on the back of my shirt. Mr. Holland informed us that crowds make you nervous, he was very concerned about your safety. He loves you very much," the team leader said, his name tag read "MARK".

I took a deep breath and breathed out an,"Okay."

The team surrounded me and we began walking hurriedly towards where all of the screams were coming from. Rounding the corner, the screaming intensified as the fans caught sight of the security team.