Maps
•Imagine getting lost in London and having Tom Holland find and help you out.

Maps, phones, GPS, maps, Siri, Google, people, maps ... Yet you're still lost ... In fucking England. You continued to stare down at your multiple maps, yet you had no idea how to read it. It seemed to make more sense before you left your hotel room, now you have no idea how to read it.

People are friendly, but you feel bad for continually asking. Some people seem busy. You don't want to stop them. It's getting later, you are tired and cold, and want to be in your rented bed in your rented room.

You remember the bus number you took, but also remembering the hotel owner explaining how the bus system changed after a particular time of night. You also had no idea to be able to tell if your original bus was a part of the evening change over, but it had seemed not to be affected, so you took a chance.

Now – You were in some random part of England, your phone was about to die, and you couldn't read the maps in front of you.

You sat down on the curb and tried to take a deep breath. You always worked yourself up too much. You needed to calm down and figure out a way back.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You whispered

"Are you sure?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder with caution.

You looked up from your hands and almost had a heart attack. Tom Holland was blocking most of the evening sky. You smiled, which told him that you knew who he was. He smiled back, then sat next to you on the curb.

He took the maps out of your hand and tried to figure out where you were trying to get to.

"Where are you from?"

"Small town in Ontario, I avoided Toronto." You smiled

"Regretting that now?"

"Why?" You wondered

"Because perhaps you could work in a bigger city a bit better." He smiled

"Perhaps." You smiled yourself

"If you take bus 83 at the end of the street in 10 minutes, you will get to your hotel just after 11."

"Wow, that seems like It was a lot easier than I made it out to be."

"Should have gone to Toronto," Tom said as he stood to his feet and brushed off his pants

"Yeah, or I could learn how to read bus schedules and have maps right side up." You smiled, looking up at Tom, he indeed was a god.

"You only have 8 minutes to get to the end of the street now."

You grabbed your bags off the ground and allowed Tom to lend you a hand to help you up. You smiled at him but didn't actually that you were grateful, but your smile said more words than you could anyway.

You tried not to freak out as you walked away. It was hard not you, you literally just met Tom Holland. Peter fricken Parker. Spider fucking man! You shook your head as you smiled to yourself and continued to walk towards the end of the street.

You looked behind you to see Tom still watching, he noticed you looking, so he waved, and you waved back. It felt like you were waving at a friend that you were going to see tomorrow.

How knows, maybe if fate had anything to do with it, perhaps you would see him again.

Part two??
How are you all doing today? Canada is having an extreme cold wave right now. In my town it's -38 Degrees Celsius. I may die.

Posted 01.13.2020