•løv£l¥• Tom Holland Imagines/Smut

Why Me~ T.H

YOUR POV
He had warned you to not let go of his hand before you even stepped out of the car, which he did. However, the second the paparazzi began to crowd over the two of you, trying to get a picture of Tom from any and every angle, you ended up letting go. You instantly regretted it.

Now here you were sitting on a cold bench, on a cold night all by yourself waiting for the taxi you had called. You wanted to go home now but you didn't want to ruin things for Tom so you just snuck away hoping he wouldn't notice after a while.

When you let go of his hand, you noticed everything that just seemed to be wrong with you at the premier. It started with the female celebrities that seemed to dance their way around the red carpet. The way their skinny and curved bodies fit the perfectly designed dresses that they were wearing. They all knew what they were doing and you just looked plain and boring in your silk blue dress.

Of course, Tom had your dress custom-made by one of his designers since it was the first time you would be going with him to any event. He wanted you to look and feel so beautiful but it only worked when you were around him.

Then you really felt it when a couple of the paparazzi began to ask you questions. That was the real reason why Tom didn't want you to let go of his hand. He knew the paparazzi would want to ask you questions and that would intimidate you, boy was he right.

(Y/N), who are you wearing?

Have you had your face done?

Are you supposed to be here?

Do you ever get used to being Tom's girlfriend?

Have you lost weight?

When you couldn't answer some of those questions, you realized that maybe coming here with Tom was a huge mistake. It made you wonder though, why me? Out of all the people that Tom had met in his lifetime, why did he chose you?

You knew nothing about designer clothes, the latest celebrity gossip, or even how to act at events such as this one. The last thing you would want to do was embarrass Tom in his line of work so you decided to leave. When the taxi arrived you didn't waste any time hopping in.

"Where are you headed tonight?" The driver asked once you situated yourself into the backseat.

"Just take me to the Palms Casino Hotel please."

Within minutes you reached the hotel and quickly went up to the suite that you were staying in. You didn't waste time to kick off your heels and make your way to the bedroom. You weren't at the premiere for that long but you had grown tired from the time you did spend there.

You tossed yourself on the large bed and before you knew it, you were crying. At first, you didn't want to admit why. You had ideas pop into your head, surrounding you all night, but you never fully wrapped it around your head until your body touched the bed.

You just weren't good enough. You weren't good enough for Tom.

The tears just kept coming and coming but you didn't bother to stop them. You cried for what seemed like hours until you felt your eyes grow heavy. You were about to drift off to sleep when the lock on the door of the suite clicked open.

"(Y/N), are you in here?" A voice seems to ask from the hall. You remove yourself from the position on the bed and head towards the voice. There you saw Tom standing with this confused look on his face as he took in your presence.

"Tom? You're back early." You lightly whisper and begin to fiddle with your fingers. You probably just ruined his night now that he wasn't at the premier.

"You didn't think I would notice that my girlfriend was missing from my side all night?" You turn around, refusing to meet his gaze, as you head back into the bedroom.

"Well, I kind of hoped you wouldn't notice." Your small voice lets out and you suddenly remember that you were crying previously. You quickly tried to wipe your face free of any tear stains before Tom noticed but it was too late.

"Darlin', why did you leave so suddenly, and why are you crying?" You wanted to talk to him, tell him that you didn't think these events were meant for you but as you thought about it, you just came off as insecure. You sat down on the bed and ran your fingers through your hair.

"It's nothing, I just got tired that's all." You mumbled low enough for him to hear but not loud enough so he could make out the sadness in your voice. The answer wasn't good enough for him.

"(Y/N), you can tell me anything. " He sits next to you on the corner of the bed and places his fingers under your chin, lifting it so you could look at him. "What's going on?"

"I just don't understand." You admit and turn your head away from him.

"Understand what darlin'?" He asked, the look on his face getting more confused.

"Why me Tom? Out of every girl in the whole world, why did you choose me? Is it so that I can make you look better just because of how ugly I am? I mean seriously, I'm nothing like the other girls that we're at the premiere."

"What? Why would you say something like that?" Tom asks you, flabbergasted that you even though that.

"Because it's the truth Tom. You deserve someone better, someone, who the people like, someone who won't embarrass you in front of the paparazzi, and someone who can walk down the red carpets with you and make you look good. "

The room got quiet. There wasn't a sound being made and it made your stomach turn. He had probably realized, in the middle of your blabbering, that you were right and was going to break up with you any minute.

"Come here." He said suddenly as he got up from his position on the bed. You glace at him and shake your head slightly. He sees you're hesitant and comes to grab you by the hand and place you in front of the closet where a giant mirror was hanging.

"Look at yourself (Y/N). Look at how beautiful you look in that dress. You look even more beautiful without it. You're not just some arm candy that I take around to make myself look better. Please don't ever look at yourself that way darlin'." He whispers along with your ear, starting to place gentle kisses along your neck.

"You're just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear." You say and slightly turn your head from him. He chuckles slightly at your reaction then turns you to face him.

"No, I'm not. I'm telling you the truth, honest to God. You are more than amazing, can't you see that? Why do I not want someone as smart, kind, and loving as you are? Someone who knows how to make me feel alive, how to make me happy, how to make me smile? Out of every girl in the world, I still want you without a doubt. You are more than enough for me and I don't care what anyone on this earth has to say about you. I love you and that's all that matters."

A smile formed against your lips as you took in his words. Maybe he did have a point after all, out of every girl in the world he chose you and he loved you. You turned around to face him, placing your head on his shoulder as he embraced you in a warm hug.

"I love you." You mumbled into his chest as he held you.

"I love you too darlin', more than you will ever know." He tells you and places a kiss on your head.

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