Tom Holland Imagines

Countdown

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The world sucks.

School sucked.

The real world always seemed amazing when you were younger...

But it sucks.

On my arms are twelve digits. Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds. It was when you were meant to "meet your true love".

Numbers, on your arm, decided the person you would love and cherish, who you would spend the rest of your days with...

As I said, the world sucks.

When I was younger I looked at my arm literally twenty-four/seven. My mum thought it was going to drive me mad and that when the time was close, I would go out of my freaking mind.

Ever since then I've had to cover it up, were long sleeve tops or put makeup over it. I hated it, I constantly wanted to know so I could look nice and calm down before it happened.

I knew exactly what to do when the time came as I may or may not have practised it with my best friend and college roommate, Hannah.

But stupidly I looked at my arm and lost my shit.

Looking down at my arm whilst sitting in the coffee shop, I saw the digits.

00:00:00:00:12:37

My breath hitched in my throat and eyes widened. Everything I had prepared went straight down the drain and I instantly pulled out my phone, calling Hannah.

"Y/N, I'm stuck in traffic, sorry I'm late." She said through the phone, I couldn't answer her because of my heavy breathing.
"Y/N?" She asked slightly worried.

I gathered air in my lungs and took a deep breath before answering. "It's happening." My breathing soon became slower.

"What's happening." Even though I could hear in her voice that she knew exactly what was happening. Finally regaining all my breath I stood up straight and realised I was outside the shop. Must've left in a hurry from the panicking.

"It's happening." I said knowing she knew. She gasped.

"Nooooo, no, no, no! I'm not there! NO! God dammit." She whined. I didn't even laugh at her state because of all the thoughts running through my head.

What if I go to the wrong place because I know what's happening!

But everyone would have known.

So what if I go to the wrong place but I think that's the wrong place and go to a different place and it turns out the first one was the right place and I left there for no reason and now I'm not going to meet him and I've just ruined my life all because I left the first place in panic then went to another place to calm myself and then left there scared I was going to miss him being in the first place. BUT HE WAS IN THE SECOND PLACE?!???!

Wait, what?

I pushed all of that away and just told her to meet me in the restaurant across the street, Big Belly Burger. Once again I looked down at my arm and wished I hadn't.

00:00:00:00:06:01

I just closed my eyes and shook my head, tapping my fingers on my temple.

Maybe if I shook it hard enough, the thought would be gone...

I walked into the restaurant and saw about six other people there, two were couples and the other two were just waiters. Probably the same age and they both just sat behind the bar talking and waiting for someone to come in.

I sat down at a booth near the back of the small cafe and waited for Hannah to arrive, I couldn't look at my arm anymore knowing I would probably faint at the thought of it.

Not even thirty seconds later, Hannah arrived looking extremely out of breath and eyes scanning the whole place until they landed on me and immediately rushed over.

"How long?!" She asked impatiently. I just showed her my arm and she gasped.

"Don't tell me! I'm going to freak out even more." I said as soon as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Okay, okay. I won't, I promise." She said nodding. I simply whispered a thank you whilst blankly staring at the table.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom to get your mind off things and maybe sort yourself out." She suggested. I nodded in understanding and just got up without a word.

The whole time I was just staring at the floor fearing that if I looked up that something would be there, whether it would be my soulmate or a serial killer, I'm not sure.

I was close to the restrooms when I instantly bumped into a waiter and they dropped the plate of food. As soon as I looked up to say sorry my arm stung and glowed for a bit.

At the same time his arm seemed to repeat my glow and by the look on his face, the pain as well. Looking at my arm I realised that the time was up and then I saw Hannahs face and she was just smirking, knowing that my time was hurt when she looked at my arm earlier.

"I'm so sorry!" I said finally catching up with my mistake and facing the man. I looked towards his name tags and saw Harrison typed onto the plastic.

"It's okay." He said slightly laughing but still eyeing me up and down, in a confused way. "Was that..." He started

"Yeah, it was." I finished. We both looked at each other in astonishment before chucking at one another.

"I'm Harrison." He introduced, hand out to shake.

"I know, I'm Y/N." I said sticking matching my hand with his and shaking it. After the small introduction, I pointed to his tag. "It's on your name tag."

"Oh." He laughed. "Ummm, maybe, d-do y-you. Maybe, I-if we, umm." He stuttered over his words and I giggled at his cute shyness.

"Would you like to go on a date with him?!" Shouted two people from the bar. Both of us looked over to see the other waiter and Hannah together behind the bar, laughing at us.

"Sorry, that's my friend Tom, he's always annoying." He said turning back to me. I just smiled.

"I would love to go on a date with you." I gave him my phone and asked for his number, suddenly gaining all the confidence in the world. He typed in his number and told me to text when I was free.

"Thanks." I smiled, walking away. I made my way back to Hannah who had finally left Tom and sat down in front of her grinning like a maniac.

"I just found my soulmate."

A/N ~ Sorry about this being typed differently it just seemed easier for this one.

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