Request: I'm going to need a Tom Holland imagine where he's dating a fan but is keeping it a secret from the world. At first, the reader was pretty calm about it, but Tom started getting set up with these other gorgeous girls and it started to really upset her. She goes home to clear her mind, not responding back to Tom and it worries him. When he finds her, he kisses her and reassures her that she's all he wants. The next day, they're all over the celebrity news but they couldn't care less. Thanks! ily

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 Tom adjusted his position in his chair and nodded to the interviewer in affirmation that he was ready for the interview to commence. The interviewer motioned at the camera man to start rolling and from there on, the interview began. Tom always had trouble focusing on days where it was interview after interview, all he wanted was to be in his apartment room with his significant other (Y/N), snuggled up and laughing at hilarious movies.

 Tom tried his best to give his full attention to the interview, but his thoughts always steered back to you. In the midst of talking about his new movie, the question about his co-star Zendaya had been brought up. Of course they think that him and her are dating, but Tom shot down those thoughts.

"Zendaya is such a lovely woman," tom responded genuinely. "I've enjoyed shooting this movie with her, but we're not to the point where we're dating."

"If Zendaya is out of the picture, does that mean you've got your eyes on somebody else?" the interviewer asked. Tom sighed, he could never catch a break. "Are you dating somebody Tom?"

 Tom's mind scrambled with words, the temptation of speaking (Y/N)'s name was difficult to push down. Tom's silence raised the tension within the room and the camera man started zooming in on Tom's face, immediately catching his attention. His soft brown eyes stare into the lens, his lips forming into a smile. Before it came any closer, Tom shifted his eyes back to the interviewer and shook his head.

"I'm not at the moment, no."

 Those six words caused his heart to ache. He understood that you hated the idea of the world knowing that he was dating you because you were a fan, but every time he had to confess a lie to the world, it didn't make him very happy. He wanted to brag about you, he wanted to tell everyone he knew how amazing you were, but those thoughts always got pushed away whenever people asked the dating area.

 Tom could tell that the interviewer didn't buy it, but he continued anyways with the other questions. Tom answered plainly to the questions, it seemed to all be the same at the moment. After everything was done, he shook the hands of everybody in the room and exited, his excitement rising when he realized he was going to go back to his apartment and embrace his lover. Tom pulled out his phone to call (Y/N), only to find a text message from his manager.

"Reminder that you have a photo shoot tomorrow at eight in the morning."

 Tom wasn't familiar with the names that followed the text message of who was going to be part of the photo shoot. He didn't think too much about it and continued to his car, he just wanted to get to his apartment room where he knew you were waiting for him.

—

 Tom was so eager to see you, he sped up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Although his room was on the fifth floor, he had no problem running up the stairs, knowing that you were at the end. Once Tom made it to his floor, he darted toward his room and used his key card to get in. The door swung open and his eyes fell upon the most gorgeous person he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Tom!"‌

 Tom closed the door behind him and turned around with arms out of wide. You went racing straight into them. Tom caught you and wrapped his arms tightly around you. You held onto him as he spun around, laying soft kisses along your neck. You giggled in response, ecstatic to be in the arms of your loved one. Although Tom wished he could hold you forever, he put you down when he felt the constant buzzing coming from his phone.

 You stood there as Tom pulled out his phone and read the text messages. Tom's facial expressions weren't very convincing that what he was reading was good.

"What is it Tom?" you asked softly. "You don't seem very happy."

 Tom tried to brush it off but you kept pushing it. It wasn't long before Tom just gave in and told you about the photo shoot that was going to be held tomorrow. You didn't see what the big deal was, but when he said the names of the women who were going to be taking pictures with him, your heart sank. Tom didn't seem to know who the women were, but you definitely did. They were the models that you wished you could look like ever since you saw them on the front of the Vogue magazine.

 At this exact moment, you had to put your full trust in Tom. You had to trust him he wouldn't fall for the women he was about to meet tomorrow. You've heard numerous things about those models, all positive. You knew that Tom had your heart, but that little piece of you was terrified to be forgotten as soon as a more beautiful woman walked into his line of sight. You tried not to show your concern and spent the rest of Tom's day off with the way he wanted to, snuggled up and watching funny movies.

—

 You lied awake while Tom was fast asleep right beside you. You were on your phone, your screen on the lowest light. Tom was sleeping on his side, his back faced toward you. You were sitting up against the back of the bed. The fact that Tom was breathing pretty loudly meant that he was out. You took that moment to look up the names of the women that he was going to go take a photo shoot with. You couldn't even type the entire name without the thought of Tom leaving you came crawling into your thoughts.

 You already knew who they were. You already knew they were more gorgeous than you would ever be, and that upset you to a whole other level. You took one last glance to your sleeping lover before quietly sliding off of the bed. You froze as you heard Tom release a soft groan, indicating he was going to turn over, but to your luck, he didn't awake. You released a sigh of relief before slipping out of his apartment room.

—

 Tom ran his fingers through his hair as his other hand was holding his phone up against his cheek. He woke up to an empty bed, and nothing left behind from you. No note. No text message. Nothing. Tom's stomach churned with worry as he was sent to voicemail once again. He wanted to slam his phone on the floor in frustration. Where were you? His mind flooded with all the bad situations that you could have gotten into last night.

 Were you mad at him? Is that why you left? Tom went to his messages, reading all messages he sent you. It didn't even say you read them. Tom's teeth sank into his bottom lip. Where could you be?

—

 Tears streamed down your face as your mother held you in her arms. You had just poured out your entire heart to her. All your worries, all your fears, and they all connected to Tom. You knew that you couldn't tell anybody about your relationship with Tom because you knew that his fans would automatically go to accusation that you're using Tom for fame. You had to go somewhere to clear your mind, and home was the first place to come to mind. It wasn't that you didn't want to see Tom, you just needed time to think.

 Your mother was always the best listener, whether it be about something stupid that happened throughout your day, or when you need to have a serious chat with her. She had given you her side of things and her words were definitely words of comfort. Those next few hours were passed with a movie with you and your mother. As soon as the movie ended, a knock came at your door.

 You stood up from the couch and walked over to the door.‌ The second the door opened, you instantly saw that it was Tom. Once the door was all the way open, Tom didn't say a word and tackled you with a hug. You were taken back a few steps from the force of his hug. You didn't even question his action and hugged him tightly back.

"I knew you would be here (Y/N)," tom said, his voice shaking. "I thought you were hurt. You worried the hell out of me babe."

 Babe. That was something he hadn't called you before. That was something new. You knew that you and Tom had been dating, but he never has called you other than your name. You tried not to overthink it as Tom let go of you. His hand gripped your shirt and he instantly pulled you into a kiss. His lips tasted sweet, just like he was. When the kiss ended, you could see tears rising in his eyes.

"You don't understand how scared I was (Y/N)," he said, taking both of your hands and holding them tightly. "I love you so much (Y/N)."

 Your heart skipped a beat. Tom said it. He really said it. The clock behind his head came into focus and you noticed that it was ten o'clock.

"Wait, Tom, didn't you say that your photo shoot was at eight o'clock?" you asked. "Did it get cancelled or something?"

Tom shook his head. "No, I cancelled it. I told them I couldn't make it because I was sick."

You giggled. "Typical Tom."

"Why'd you leave?" he asked right off the bat. "Are you mad at me or something? I'm sorry if you are. I didn't mean whatever I did."

 You sighed. The subject that you were about to bring up was something that you had never brought up around Tom. Your eyes already stung with tears just thinking about the situation. Tom pulled you closer and laid his forehead against yours.

"Babe, whatever it is, you can tell me," he whispered softly. "I'm here for you."

 From there on you expressed the same words that you told your mother, and with the same tears, maybe even more. All Tom did was listen and hold you close, a few tears sliding down his cheek as well. Tom was sad when you were sad, and he was happy when you were happy. In this moment, all he could do was comfort you.

 When you were finished, your eyes were locked on the ground, completely avoiding Tom's gaze.

"(Y/N), look at me, please," he pleaded. You sniffled, your eyes remaining on the ground. "I want you to look at me (Y/N)."

 Since you weren't giving any reaction, embarrassed to look him in the eyes, he placed his index finger underneath your chin and raised your head up. The corner up his lips rose slightly as his eyes made contact with yours.

"You're all I ever wanted (Y/N), I mean, I admit I was skeptical of dating a fan," tom admitted. "but it wasn't long until I realized that you were more than a fan. You're the girl of my dreams. The one I've been searching for. Everything that I wanted in a girl, is in you. You're my dream girl (Y/N), and I'm so happy that you came into my life. Nobody out there is going to make me think otherwise. There is nobody prettier, cuter and sweet than you. I've chosen you, and it will always be you."

 Those words sent chills down your spine. The way he spoke it so smoothly broke you down to tears. Tom was dropping a few tears at the end of his speech as well. It seemed to have moved them both. Tom held you close and you couldn't love anybody else more. Tom kissed the top of your forehead.

"Everytime I see you (Y/N)," tom said quietly. "I always think to myself, "Damn, I'm so lucky." and I'm always going to be thinking that."

"Me too babe," you smiled, the word "babe" just rolling off your tongue. "I love you so much."

 Tom kept you in his arms, feeling completely blessed with having you in his arms. The rest of the day, he took you out to your favorite fast food restaurant, totally ignoring the consequences that he knew that were going to come. You two went back to his apartment room and you stayed the night. That night, Tom held you in his arms the entire night. He never wanted to let you go ever again, he wanted to hold you forever.

—

 The next morning, Tom was awake and cooking up a breakfast for you and him. Your phone was exploding with text messages from your friends and you already knew what it was going to be about. You went to Twitter and your predictions were right, you and Tom were blowing the internet up. Normally you wouldn't be very happy, but the experience you had with Tom last night made you realize that you shouldn't hide the fact that you're dating such an amazing guy like him.

 Fame didn't even cross your mind when it came to Tom. All you knew what his cheekiness and he love he had for you. Instead of focusing on what his fans would think of you and him, you knew that you only had to focus on the now and there. You knew the real Tom and that he genuinely was in love with you, and because you have the knowledge of that, you couldn't care less about whether the whole world knew, and neither did Tom.

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