Requested by Duchessoffairyland: Tom is famous for ballet instead of acting, he meets Y/N and their relationship progresses to them being the most famous dance couple.

*Just a little warning, there is very brief mention of body image in this chapter, it is extremely brief and isn't deep, but I just thought I'd TW it in case anyone is sensitive to that kind of thing. That being said, enjoy :)* 

We stood on the pitch-black stage, the only indication that my husband was standing a single inch in front of me being the feeling of his soft breath fanning over my lips. All I could hear from both the audience and us, was our hearts beating ever so softly. Anyone would think that given we were about to perform our biggest ever ballet, in front of almost fifty thousand people, our hearts would be pounding out of our chests. But they weren't. They were calm, they were quiet, they were acting exactly how we'd trained them to. After all, the stage was mine and Tom's safe place, more so when we were about to dance together. Which was exactly what we were about to do. The single spotlight that lit Tom and I up came on, my husband's gorgeous face finally being visible to me as the light was the cue for us to start our routine. And so, here we went.

I stood in the audition room, my heart racing and my stomach flipping like it never had before as I gripped the bar attached to the wall mirror, and stretched before what was undoubtedly the biggest audition of my life so far. It wasn't big because it was for a music video, it wasn't big because it was a music video for five seconds of summer, no. It was big because the already cast male dancer was no other than Tom Holland. Tom Holland was a world famous ballet dancer, and he was by far the best in our field. Not only was he extremely talented, but he was undeniably the most attractive man that I'd seen in my life. He was also at the audition, across the room from me as I processed this train of thought. And there was a reason why he was at the audition, which was only making me shit myself more. My agent had made it clear when they had offered me the audition that Tom Holland had been cast specifically because 5sos had wanted his specific image for the music video. But because he was vital to the video, he also had a massive voice in who got the role of the female dancer, his co-dancer. So not only did I have to impress the director and producer who would be watching us, but arguably I had to impress Tom even more and convince him that together, we had the right chemistry and attraction to convince the camera that we were lovers. No fucking pressure at all.

"Okay, can we all gather around please?" The director yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts as I stopped stretching. I gulped and followed the other fifty girls to form a clump in front of the director, my heart almost choking me as I silently compared myself to the competition. It had to be said, I didn't have faith in myself right now. I was only five-foot-four, which wasn't tall at all for a female ballet dancer, especially not when my competition was mostly six foot. They were all super skinny and super tall, and had admittedly impressed me with their dancing during our warm-up time. So currently, I had no hope. But I wouldn't let that stop me from trying to get this part. At least I'd get to dance with Tom once, even if it would only be for a few seconds.

"Thank you all for being here today. Here's what's going to happen. The choreographer for the video has been working with our friend, Tom, here, to come up with a beautiful ballet routine for the client. Say hi, Tom." The director nodded.

"Hi there." The boy chuckled and waved, making most of the others giggle and bat their eyelids at him as I simply smiled and waved at him. For a single moment, Tom noticed me, my heart jumping in my chest as his eyes seemingly wavered at me, and his smile dipped ever so softly. I wasn't about to stand here and pretend that I wasn't like other girls or any of that bullshit, but I had to admit that it felt like we'd just had a bit of a moment.

"So, as you've all been told, Tom's opinion on this is just as important as mine and the producer's. This being said, the audition is going to be to dance with Tom for a section of the song to see how compatible you are. We appreciate that at this point, none of you know the routine, and so we're also looking for how well you can follow Tom's lead, and still make it look natural, intentional and graceful. After you all dance with Tom, that will be the end of the audition, but we ask that you stay after, as we will have made our decision by then. Is everyone clear on what we expect of you?" The director asked. We all murmured and nodded, making her return the nod before looking at Tom.

"Anything to add, Tom?" She prompted. We all looked at Tom, making the boy puff out and shake his head slightly before looking at us.

"Um, not particularly, except for one thing. I'm looking for a co-dancer who I'd actually fall in love with. I want to feel like my life is complete when I hold them. It sounds like I'm asking for the world when I say that, but for some of you, maybe even just one of you...it won't be hard to make me feel like that." Tom nodded, his eyes flicking to me as he spoke. My eyes wavered at his words, my heart once again jumping as I could already feel the tension that was mounting between us. Though of course I was well aware that I was probably just making it up in my head, and so I was trying not to get too excited by it.

"Okay, in a moment, we will give you each a number from one to fifty, and that will be the order in which you dance with Tom. Good luck to all of you." The director nodded before we all dispersed.

I stood in the audition room, deep breaths leaving my lips as I watched Tom dance with the dancers who came before me. I was number eleven of the first set, and he was currently dancing with number ten. Meaning that it would be my time any second now. As if on cue, I saw Tom spin the dancer in front of me, though he was letting go of her hand to suggest that he was not only spinning her, but spinning himself out of her grasp.

"Come on, Y/N, you got this. This is your chance to make it big, you can do it." I whispered to myself as Tom danced towards me. Within a second, his arm was hooked around my waist, my hand shooting up to steady myself by holding his shoulder as we started to dance. As told, I followed Tom's lead, the boy pressing down on my hips to lift me up as I also pressed down on his shoulders. As he lifted me, I pointed my toes in preparation to land, both Tom and I intently staring at each other as he put me down. Following his lead, I turned away from him and started to run away, though he took my hand and pulled me back to him. Tom pulled me back into his chest, both of us admittedly dancing with each other flawlessly as the boy went to dip me. I followed his lead and leant back, his arm curling me around as I bent my thigh against his waist, and his spare hand held it there. Tom pulled me back up and into his chest, my hand landing on his covered peck as he held me so close that our chests were pressed together. My breath hitched in my throat, my heart almost fucking stopping as he held me as close as he possibly could. Almost as if he was afraid to let go. Tom looked at my lips, making me breathe out shakily as everything in me told me to lean in and kiss him. But of course I couldn't do that. Tom obviously felt the same, the boy reluctantly letting me go in order to go to the next dancer. As soon as he let me go, I let out a shaky breath, my heart still in my throat as he left my body, but the feeling of him holding me remained. Little did I know that that feeling would never leave me again.

Tom immediately wrapped his arm around my waist and dipped me, my eyes fluttering shut as my husband did the seductive move on me. I leant back, his arm curling me around as I bent my thigh against his waist, and his spare hand held it there. Tom pulled me back up and into his chest, my hand landing on his covered peck as he held me so close that our chests were pressed together. I couldn't help but smirk, Tom returning it as he held me as close as he possibly could. He looked at my lips, making me breathe out at the urge to lean in and kiss him. But of course I'd have to wait until the end of the dance to do that. Tom pressed down on my hips to lift me up slightly as I also pressed down on his shoulders. As he lifted me, I pointed my toes in preparation to land, both Tom and I intently staring at each other as he put me down. He took my hand to give me the stability that I needed as I raised and pointed my leg again, but this time leant away from my husband. Tom pulled me back into his body before raising my hand and spinning me, my mind starting to fill with more happy memories of how Tom and I had got to this point together. Because what a hell of a journey it had been.

My feet moved with Blake's, the lively music and the audience clapping along to it only cheering us on more as we did a classic jive dance. I had to admit that I still couldn't believe that I was here. Because where was I right now? On 'Dancing with the stars', but the fact that I was one of the professional dancers was still surreal to me, even though it was the second season that I'd been on. What made it even better was that Tom, my now boyfriend, was also a professional dancer on the show. It had been two years since Tom had picked me to be his co-dancer for the music video, and my life had drastically changed for the better since. The first change being that Tom and I became inseparable quickly, which we both learned was because our chemistry was real. We'd only worked with each other for a matter of weeks before Tom asked me out, and we'd been together ever since. But it wasn't just my love life that had changed. I would openly admit that whilst being in 5sos' music video majorly helped my career, also starting to be noticed on Tom's arm and being truthfully rumoured to be his new girlfriend had made me significantly more interesting to a lot of new employers. And so, my career had skyrocketed, hence how I had landed a job on 'Dancing with the stars' as one of the professional dancers, alongside Tom. I snapped back as Blake pulled me into our final pose, his arm around my waist and his cheek resting against the side of my head as my eyes fluttered shut, and the music came to an end. The audience erupted into applause, making me smile as my eyes opened again and I tightly hugged Blake. We laughed into each other's ears before pulling away, one of our hands still joined as we bowed and smiled at the audience before starting to head back up to the balcony that all of the other dancers watched from. As we headed up, my stomach erupted in butterflies at the sight of Tom beaming at me, my boyfriend looking so fucking proud of me as he clapped and cheered along with the other professional dancers. I immediately dropped Blake's hand and instead hugged Tom, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into his body as I buried my face into his neck.

"That was amazing, sweetheart. I'm so fucking proud of you." He gushed into my ear as he kissed my cheek. I couldn't help but let my smile widen at his words as I pulled away, but only enough to look at him.

"Thank you, Tommy. Means a lot." I nodded before leaning in and pecking his lips. He returned it and let me go, though his hand stayed hovering over the small of my back as I headed back to Blake in order to start our post-dance interview.

Tom and I continued through the routine, our dance approaching the end as he continued to hold me close into his body. Tom swiped my legs from underneath me and picked me up bridal style, my hand holding his cheek and our foreheads joined as he spun around with me in his arms. He sunk to the floor with me still in his embrace, this being the last move of our dance as Tom continued to hold me and I lay across his legs. Tom's arm across my back continued to support me as I lulled my head over it and went limp in his arms, his other hand gripping my waist in order to keep me on his lap as he leant down and rested his forehead on my chest. Marking the end of our dance. The music stopped and the spotlight went out, both silence and darkness shrouding us once again. Silence filled my ears for what felt like eternity, but I knew that that wasn't the truth. But this always happened right after we finished a dance. Tom would just hold me, and it would feel like we were the only people not only in the room, but on the face of the Earth. It felt like nothing else mattered when we were here, my body just limp in Tom's arms with his head resting against me. This was always my favourite part of the dance, those few milliseconds of silence before the room would erupt into applause. And now, we were at that moment. Cheers and claps filled my ears, the spotlight once again lighting us up as Tom opened his eyes and smiled down at me. I returned it as he leant down and pecked my lips before standing up with me in his arms. He gently put me down on my feet, both of us beaming as we took in the clapping and waves of cheering that we were hearing. Tom took my hand, both of us raising our other arms as we bowed and took in the sight of the best part of fifty thousand people giving us a standing ovation. I had to admit that it felt fucking incredible. I had wanted to be a dancer my whole life, specifically doing ballet, and if I'd been asked ten years ago if I thought that I'd be here now, having just performed to fifty-thousand people with the love of my life, I would have laughed in their face. Tears pricked my eyes, my heart so fucking full as I felt Tom's thumb soothingly rubbing against my hand. Before I knew what he was doing, Tom hooked his arm around my waist, making me squeal as he pulled me into his body before dipping me. As soon as he dipped me, he leant down and smashed our lips together. I smiled widely into it, the cheers only getting louder at my husband's show of affection as he broke the kiss, but kept me dipped. We just smiled contently at each other, both of our hearts so fucking full as I just looked at the love of my life. The love of my life who I owed a lot of my career to, and would never want to live without.

"I love you so much, darling. I love you so fucking much." He whispered with a shake of his head. I smiled and bit my lip, a tear leaving my eye at how surreal this was.

"I love you too, Tommy. I love you too." I returned, Tom's smile widening as he leant down and kissed me again.