One - If I Fall // T.H.
Song for this imagine: 7 minuets in heaven by Fall Out Boy
I carefully dodge the rushing commuters and jolly shoppers on busy Oxford Street. It was another ordinary day, making my way from my small studio apartment a couple of streets away to my tiering job at the Disney shop. It wasn’t the lavish lifestyle I had hoped for when I moved to London, but hey, at least I was living my dream of being in London.
As the time ticked on I started to pick up the pace of my footsteps. The streets seemed to be more crowded than they had ever been before today, making it difficult for my awkward self to push past the large gatherings of people. Everything started to become a blur, people at every angle, blocking out the path in front of me, I put one foot in front of the other when my toe caught on someone and I went flying towards the cold, London pavement.
I slammed my eyes shut as I waited to hit the hard stone but was met with a pleasant surprise when I stopped half way. A warm hand was wrapped around my waist and another one was softly gripping onto my bony shoulder. Holding me a few feet from the ground was a fairly young boy with dark brown curly hair and heartwarming, kind eyes that were staring right into mine. He was more than cute, he seemed to be perfect. I shoot him a little awkward smile as we stood motionless in the middle of the street.
“Hey Tom, what are yo- oh hello” a girl with deep brown, curly hair and glasses shouted out to the boy as she jogged over, now with a huge smirk plastered over her face. Tom snapped out of his gaze and I stood myself up, causing the stranger to release his grip from my shoulder and waist. We both stand staring at the grinning girl who had joined us.
“So when’s the wedding? I’m Zendaya by the way, and that’s Tom but he seems incapable of introducing himself” She giggled, pointing at the boy who had heroically caught me.
“H-hi,” I stutter, not wanting the stunning boy to see my cheeks flush a deep pink.
“Hi, um, sorry about that” Tom apologised and rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks had flushed a deep pink as well.
“No no it’s fine, you practically saved me” I laugh a little, “My names (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” I put a hand out for the boy.
“Tom, Tom Holland”
He smiles, his smile filling me with warmth. We shake hands, our eyes still fixed onto each other. I couldn’t move my gaze, it was like we had fallen in love from a single look.