Tom Holland Imagines

Wondering//T.H. II

I apparently never posted part two of Wondering so here it is :))

I found a guy, told me I was a star
He held the door held my hand in the dark

You were panting, still agitated by the adrenaline going out on stage had caused. It was the first time you were on a production ever since you got into the school. Months back, when they had told you to audition, you had refused, still heartbroken by the breakup that seemed to end your world.

At one point you decided that enough was enough and all that time you spent moping around was used to practice and study as hard as you could, which landed you the role of Fantine in their production of Les Mis.

Someone knocked on the door of your changing room. You opened it and greeted the director and smiled at the young man awkwardly standing next to him, who looked oddly familiar to you.

"Hey Y/N! Remember we told you about our special guest?" The director asked and you slowly nodded. She had been talking about someone who was going to be watching the play that had apparently studied in the same school, "This is Timothée. He's an actor and yeah... I'll leave you two to talk."

The director left and closed the door, leaving you two alone, "I'm Y/N, hey," You smiled kindly at him. He smiled back as his shy eyes avoided yours and for some reason that action made you feel calmer because even if he was an actor he wasn't cocky. At the same time, it made Timothée like you because you treated him like a normal person, unlike when he had been introduced to the other girls, they were all over him, but you weren't. It didn't seem to matter that he was famous, you treated him the exact same.

Things between the two of you had happened so fast. It was terrifying to open up to someone after everything that had happened with Tom, especially when that someone was a famous actor, just like your ex-boyfriend but he was always so patient with you and waited until you were sure you wanted to be with him.

You looked up after minutes of being silent and having your gaze on the floor. Harrison had his arms crossed and his stare was demanding but you didn't feel like talking. Still, you knew he wouldn't let you be until you told him something, so you said the first thing that came to your mind, "It's all Tom's fault anyway," You sighed as you sat opposite to Harrison with a tissue in hand wiping your tears away. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Woah, let's stop there. Why would any of this be his fault? Are you like this because of him?"

You crumbled up the tissue in your hands and let your head rest on the back of the couch, "I'm talking about everything," You paused, "Who do you think sent the fucking video in the first place?"

"Tom sent the video? Your audition video? Or what video?" You nodded and took a sip of the glass of wine he had given you, "I never enrolled or sent the audition tape. Hell, I didn't even call to ask for information."

Haz took a long sip of his beer and sighed, "Before we talk about Tom or whatever you need to talk about... Can you explain why you rang my doorbell at two am crying?"

All you wanted to do was burst out crying as soon as he asked the question but you swallowed the knot in your throat. You left the glass on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch, "Things had been wrong for a long time, you know? L-like I guess I didn't want to realise it," You fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger and took a deep sigh, "It all began at that stupid party after the awards a few months ago..."

And he's perfect on paper but he's lying to my face
Does he think that I'm the kinda girl who needs to be saved

"Isn't it kinda late though? I'm worn out already!" You laughed as Timothée wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You had decided to get out of the party after getting bored of talking to people. You wanted to have some time alone before you had to return back to London and he had to go film a movie.