Requested by @kady_holland - Can u do one based of the song rewrite the stars from the greatest showman but instead of it being about race can u make it about if he is really famous and how the reader is just normal so she thinks it won't work and tom try's to convince her it will
Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted and sorry that it took me so long to write this.
The Greatest Showman was fun.
Listen to Rewrite The Stars while reading this imagine?
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Your eyes burned, you were trying hold back the tears as you sit in your bedroom. Your mind flashed back to the faces of the people who walked past on the street. You saw hatred in their burning eyes, you can particularly hear them judging you in their minds. It was pretty easy to know what they were thinking because they were not trying to hide their thoughts on you.
Fake, Poor, Normal, Ugly, etc - the people and the media made sure that you know your place and that you don't belong anywhere near Tom.
You pulled your knees to chest, allowing the tears to fall down your cheeks as you buried your face in your arms.
Their words hurt, you thought that you have gotten used to it but everyday it get worse and worse. It was getting unbearable, everything was.
Some times, it even seemed like Tom didn't want to be around you in public. Your heart would ache every time Tom walked away from you when he saw people taking pictures of you guys.
The looks you received everyday were glares with pure disgust. Most of the time, you would just ignore them and pretended that you didn't see them, as much as you loved to say other wise, it was impossible for you not to see their looks.
"People like you can't be with him."
"You're not on the same level as him."
"Must be sad, knowing that you'll never be accepted by the media."
"You're just using him for fame."
"You're only his friend because he's hot."
"You must be devastated, Tom has a new girlfriend."
"Who do you think you are? You don't belong at this premiere."
That night, you made up your mind. Everything was too much for you to bear. You were drowning under their words and looks, they were particularly shoving your head under the water, with each and every second, they were suffocating you more and more. It wouldn't take them long until they take your heart out of your body, and throw it away into a dump of what they called 'Normal people'.
The next day, you spent your day reading their comments about yours and Tom's friendship. 'Celebrity and normal people don't mix, they just don't.' You scoffed at the comment.
You gasped when your phone was snatched out of your hand, you looked up frowning when you saw Tom looking down at your phone.
"Y/n.."
"I have nothing to do." You lied biting your lower your lips, you have lots of things to do but somehow you just couldn't look away from their comments.
Tom sat on your bed, scooting closer to you, putting your phone on your night stand. He sat cross-legged in front of you as you look down at your bed.
He reached both of his hands up to your face, cupping it, leaning your face up. He stared into your eyes as you did the same with his.
You guys knew that you had to talk about it eventually, you tried your best to stop it from happening but Tom would always bring it up so you had no choice.
"You know that it doesn't have to be like this." He swallowed.
"We can't even be friends." You said, your voice breaking slightly.
"You know we can't hide this. We can never hide our love. We can change it."
"Why can't it just be just you and me?" You rested your hand on Tom's, leaning into his touch. "How can we change it? This is how the world is. Our worlds are different. Everybody says that we can't be together."
"This is my life, Y/n. It's up to you and me. They can't tell us what to do. Come on, Y/n, I'm yours." He whispered the last sentence, his face getting closer to yours.
"It's not that easy, Tom. How can you say that you're mine? We have to be apart every time we're out in the public."
"Nothing is keeping us apart except for ourselves, we are the ones making the choices. You're made the be mine Y/n. Who's to stop me from being with you?"
"One day, you're going to wake up and see that it won't work. Everything feels impossible."
"Not everything is." Tom tried to close the distance between you guys but you pulled away from him, allowing his hands to fall from your face.
"We can't be together." A tear left your eye.
"They can't tell us what to be. Why don't we just try?"
"I want to, Tom. But the hates are getting too much. It's hopeless, nobody can change the way this world works. You have to be with someone who's on the same level as you, you're a celebrity and I'm just.. a girl. And maybe I'm not made to be yours."
You stood up from your bed, ready to take your first step when Tom stood up as well and wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close, afraid that you would leave him forever.
"I can't have you."
Tom turned your body around, setting his hands on your neck. Tears were also rolling down Tom's face.
"All I ever wanted is you. Is that too much to ask for?" You placed your hands on his biceps, not wanting to answer him, yet.
You rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes, wishing that it could only be the two of you. There were lots of things blocking you from being with Tom. You just couldn't seem to push down the invisible door between the two of you. All you wanted was to be able to fall with him.
"Ed Sheeran, Eddie Redmayne and Kevin Jonas, they all ignored the media and the hate. Let's be like them. Don't let the people stop you from being happy. Please Y/n." He leaned back so he could see your face. "We can do this, this is our lives we get to do whatever we want, we only get one life, live it the way you want, don't let them control you. You're not a doll they can just play around with. None of us are. We are all equal. There are no levels, those things are just the things people made up to make themselves feel better. I promise you, everything will be okay." Tom held your hands in his big ones.
You took your time and thought about it. He saw the hesitation in your eyes but he didn't lose his hope. You were important to him, he would never give up on you.
"Love, please." He begged.
"You promise?" You whispered.
"You can kill this Spiderman when things go wrong." Tom pulled you into a hug, knowing your answer.
Once again he wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down to place a soft kiss on your lips. He started walking backwards before he sat on your bed, allowing you to straddle him.
"I promise to give you everything I can." His whispered into the kiss.
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Sorry again if his is bad, I've been feeling down lately and didn't feel like writing anything for a couple of days.
I got annoyed of myself for making Y/n so stubborn. I tried my best to not make it cheesy like my other imagines.
I sure hope I don't get hate for this.
