Tom Holland imagines

The Late Late Show with James Corden

"Stop fidgeting. It's going to be great," Tammy rolled her eyes as she swiped a little highlight on your cheek.

You bit your lip, "Have you seen that table?"

"It's disgusting," She snorted, "But if you answer everything, you won't have to eat."

"Easier said than done. I have no idea what he's going to ask."

"Doesn't matter," Tammy shook her head, "You're pretty much an open book, there's no hidden scandal."

"Well he probably is, I mean you're doing it together – "

You cut her off, "About my feelings, Tam."

"Oh." You could hear her fiddle with something on the table, "I forgot about that. You've gotten good at hiding it."

"I've had years to practice," you mumbled.

"Y/n," she crouched so that he face was angled with yours, "James isn't going to come out and ask you if you're in love with him, it's going to be fine."

"I guess," you agreed after a moment.

You heard a knock on the door, flinching as Tammy stood to go open it.

"Five minutes until curtain," you heard a cheery voice on the other side, "We're requesting Ms. y/l/n."

"She'll be out in a second, thank you." Tammy nodded, shutting the door and turning to face you with a grin.

"Cheer up, lovey," She placed her hands on your shoulders as you stood, "You look absolutely stunning – just try and have a fun time."

You nodded, "Thanks Tam."

Not even a minute later you were walking out of the dressing room, and into one of the dark hallways that led to the backstage.

"Y/n!"

You whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice, Tom walking over to you with a huge grin on his face.

"Hey," you smiled as he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

"I've missed you," he mumbled into your neck, his fingers digging into you as he tried to get as close as possible.

"I saw you two days ago," you pulled away giggling, your breath catching in your throat as you finally had the chance to fully see him. He was wearing a tailored black suit that you'd never seen before, his hair styled in an effortlessly messy updo, that you had to restrain yourself from touching.

"Where's Harrison?" You asked instead.

Tom smiled as he looked down at you, "In the crowd, something about wanting to see it all happen from the best possible angle. I think he's just really excited about seeing us eat gross shit."

"I thought so."

"Y/n, Tom!" You turned to see James' assistant manager waving you forward, making you separate from your best friend and walk over to him.

"How are you both feeling?" He asked with a smile as he looked over you.

"Nervous," you said honestly.

"Don't be," he laughed, "We made sure that the questions aren't too bad."

You shrugged, not too convinced as he began talking, "Since the two of you are only here for this segment, we are going to have James introduce you while already seated at the table."

You nodded as he continued, "Then James' is going to introduce the foods and you will each be asked two questions – for the sake of time. It shouldn't last longer than ten minutes."