If you didn't already know, Y/N stands for your name! Also, at the moment, Tom lives on his own, about 30 minutes from his Mum in London. Enjoy the story!

I was getting packed for my flight to California, when I got a phone call from my mum. Surprised, I sat down on the edge of my bed and answered her call.

"Hello? Mum?" I said.

"Tom? Are you there?" She asked. She wasn't very good with technology. At all.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I was just wondering when your flight was leaving. Just hoped we could maybe have lunch together. We haven't really done that in awhile."

"My flight actually leaves at 10:30." It was 9:08. "Sorry mum. I get back, next Tuesday, maybe then?"

"I guess so. It's just that ever since you moved out, I've barely seen you."

"I know and I'm sorry. I'll try to make time for you when I get back to London."

"Alright, Tommy. I love and miss you a lot. But you already knew that."

"Love you too, mum." I pushed the hang up button and continued to pack my clothing.

This week was specifically meant for meeting fans. Most of the time, meeting fans was simple and filled with the joyful tears of my fans. l liked meeting the "Hollanders", they called themselves. Sometimes they got a little tearful but otherwise, it was nice to surprise my fans. Hopefully, this entire week would go smoothly. Plus, Zendaya would be in California and we planned to meet some "Spiderman Homecoming" fans together on Friday.

The plane ride was long and tiresome. I slept most of the way. We arrived and right when I stepped off the plane, suitcase in hand, there was a group of girls waiting for me with signs and cameras. I didn't stop to think about how they even knew I was on that plane. This happened a lot. There are a lot of fans that know more about me that I know about myself. It doesn't bother me too much, though.

I rode the bus to my hotel. The bus was crowded and it smelled like sweat, but I told myself that I would stay pretty public all week. Unless something happened, and I had to go into hiding.

Once I got to my hotel, I rode the elevator up to my room and unpacked my stuff. The room was nice but definitely not as nice as my room they gave me when we were filming "Infinity wars". I was going to meet a group of my fans at about 5:45. It was 5:30 when I finally left the hotel and headed to a brick building where I was going to surprise a group of fans that are buying my movie. I was excited.

Thefirst person I surprised was a medium short girl. She was really good-looking, beautiful, actually. She walked up to the advertisment that was full of cases of the movie. She picked one up out of the cardboard advertisement. Right before she walked away, I walked up next to her and took one of the movie cases. I examined the back closely, waiting for a reaction. She turned around slowly and whispered my name in the sweetest voice.

"Tom?" She asked. "Thomas Stanley Holland?"

"That's me." I said enthusiastically as I turned to hug her. She had a slim, warm body. I was taller than her by about 4-5 inches. I estimated her to be about 18 or 19 years old. I asked her her name.

"Y/N." Her voice was high and shaky. I didn't blame her, I mean she just met a famous person. I don't like calling myself famous because it feels weird. I do it anyway, though because I've just accepted it.

"Well, Y/N, how old are you?"

"Almost 20."

"How are you doing today?"

"Feeling a little frazzled at the moment but other than that, pretty great thanks!"

"You know what, me too! I just met the one and only Y/N!" Her laugh. It was so amazing I couldn't contain it. I liked this girl. She was different than all of the other fans i've met. I'm not sure how, though. She was he first one i've met in this entire week. And I like her. I decided to give her my phone number. I've never given a fan my number before but she was different. I'd only met her for 5 minutes and yet I was sure that something was going to happen between us.

"Promise not to give anyone my number and I will actually text you back. Okay, Y/N?" I whispered into her ear as I shoved a piece of paper with my name, my personal phone number and a heart on it. She nodded and I put my arm around her waist and posed for a picture. After a couple of seconds, I waved her goodbye and walked inside a room with a couple of chairs and a couch. I sat down and told my photographer that I was going to need a break.

"Already?" He had a strong American accent.

"Im thinking about going back to my hotel. I have a hesdache and I dont really think Im in the mood for meeting a ton of fans. My driver took me back to my hotel and I entered the elevator, going up to my room. The only thing on my mind was Y/N. I never felt this way about a fan before and It was weird. I only said like 16 words to her and yet I had a strong feeling telling me that she was the one. Y/N was the one.