Ignite to the Shattered Pieces (Tom Holland fanfic)

Chapter 36

(Third Person Point of View)

"Here you go..." An old jeweler by the name of Katherine who owns a small shop in the corner of Manhattan, lightly gives back the sudden repaired ring back in Tom's hands.

He blinks, tilting his head, studying the ring. It looked good as new, with no signs of damage whatsoever.

"I-I don't believe it.." He smiles in astonishment.

"Couple molding and melting here and there." She shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal. "The guy I know that worked with me on it is the best of the best with this stuff."

"From the bottom of my heart, thank you." He says sincerely, placing his hand on his chest. "You have no idea how worried I was-"

"I do my best to make the impossible, possible for my customers." She winks, puts back her normal reading glasses on and heads to the cash register. "That gal of yours is a lucky gal."

He smirks, getting ready to pay.

"Just between us, if you wouldn't mind.." She says shyly. "Would it be alright if I could take a picture with you?"

He raises his eyebrows, surprised that she's an admirer. "Of course!"

"I'm a fan of your work believe it or not." She winks again and releases a geeky chuckle.

After taking a few pictures, he puts his hoodie over his head, exits the store, and walks through a sea full of people. His and Dalena's penthouse was only a couple blocks away. Whispers from left and right, hearing his name being said, makes his heart race, knowing that he's been spotted.

"TOM!!!!"

He glances at two red headed girls on the side of him, getting their phones out.

"Sorry to bother you, but can we take a-"

"Sorry I got to go." He feels his face heat up, as he swerves to walk in another direction. Walking was the solution since it was nearly impossible to get through anywhere in New York by car at this hour.

"SPIDERMAN!!!! OVER HERE!"

He hears a couple guys from across the street.

"Fuck." He mutters, trying to walk faster to Central Park.

He noticed that there weren't that many people when he dropped off the ring to be repaired a couple days ago. He concludes that the crowd coming together is probably determined by the time of day. When he first went, was at the brink of noon. He checks to see the time on his phone and it's 5 pm. Right at rush hour, and right where the crowd settles in.

Once he sees his penthouse complex in clear view, he decides to make a run for it. By the time he does, a group of fans chase after him.

Arriving back to the complex with sweat dripping all over his face, other residents notice the crowd hovering over the large stanchions outside that were blocking them from entering the building.

"Welcome back Mr.Holland." The concierge greets.

Tom tightens his lips and forces a smile.

"I saw him with a ring!" He overhears a fan shout out to another fan through the glassed entry doors.

"A RING?!" Cried other fans.

"No-no you idiot, it was his phone!" Says another.

"No it was a box!"

Tom rolls his eyes, heads to the elevators and presses the button for the top floor.

He rests his head against the elevator walls and realizes that actually living in New York would take some getting used to. In LA, he lived in an area where it was secluded mostly for working actors in Hollywood, so not as many fans could reach out to him. But living in here for the past couple of weeks, felt like fanamania everywhere. Them conspiring over what he held on his hands doesn't help either. He hopes and prays that Dalena wouldn't know of it before they do.