Okay so this video was the inspiration for the imagine! Shoutout to CaptainMikayla on YouTube who is an amazing Tom Holland fan (aren't we all😉) and makes awe-some videos!

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Description: Harrison helps you plan a surprise proposal to Tom. Continuation to Proposal Pt. One.

"Okay Harrison, focus," you said as the two of discuss the proposal plan.

"I'm listening Y/n. I know the plan, relax." The male shook his dirty blond hair, and muttered to himself. "You fly out tomorrow, stay the night, then get in line for pictures with Tom on Sunday, then you'll propose. It'll all go off without a hitch... that is if he says yes," Haz smirked at you, chuckling.

"Oh God..." the idea that Tom might say no hadn't occurred to you. "He's not going to say yes, is he? He's going to reject me! A-and I'll never find true love again! I'll have to become a cat lady... and I'm allergic to cats!" You screamed, starting to panic. Tears were welling in your eyes, as Harrison noticed his mistake.

"Y/n, calm down I'm joking! Of course he'll say yes... listen, I've known Tom for a long time." Harrison tried to comfort you, placing a tentative hand on your shaking back, "And he truly loves you. Like... you're all he talks about, it's really annoying." You chuckled slightly, wiping your face.

"He's going to say yes." Harrison said, right as Tom walked into the room, towelling off his freshly showered hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked, when he saw your face, instantly pulling you into a hug.

"Uhh..." You paused, turning to Harrison for help.

"She's having separation anxiety..." Haz said, winking at you. You could only glare back at him, as Tom hugs you once again, laughing lightly into your hair.

"Aw, it's alright love. It's only a few days!" Tom pecked you on the lips, before sitting down on the sofa, dragging you down with him.

When evening came round, Tom collected his trunks, and kissed you firmly.

"I'll miss you so much," he sighed, hugging you tightly.

"I know... but it will seem like far less than that I'm sure babe," you stifled your giggle on his shoulder, knowing in fact that it would only be two days until you saw him again.

"Only a few days."

"Only a few," You smirked, before kissing him one last time.

You slept well that night, and spent the morning in bed watching romcoms, eating chocolates, then packed your bags and got ready to go. Once you arrived in Houston, you checked into your room. Tory had convinced you to book a suite, after all, you only have one engagement night. The only problem was, Tom also had a suite, obviously. So late Saturday evening, you had went to go get ice, when Tom and Haz came strutting down the hallway. Quickly, you dodged behind a wall, shielding yourself.

"What?" You heard Harrison ask.

"Nothing... it's just Y/n has that same hoodie." You looked down to see that you were wearing your favourite hoodie - a red one, with a large spider web on the back. "I uh- I recognise the back of it. God I miss her so much." Tom groaned, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"Mate chill, you'll see her tomorr-Monday I mean." Haz chuckled nervously. "Besides, 99% of the people in this hotel are here to see you. Are you seriously surprised one of them has a Spider-Man hoodie?"

"Good point," your soon-to-be fiancé grumbled. You heard their voices fade away, then waited a minute, before returning to your room.

Y/N POV
I woke up tired and yawning despite sleeping like a log the previous night. Grabbing my phone off the bedside table; my eyes widened in horror. It was late. 11:00 to be exact. The meet-and-greet ended at two (a/n alas I didn't go, I have no clue, bear with me😂). I quickly got dressed in leggings and a jumper, before groaning, remembering the fact that I'm not going to propose in just anything. Taking out the outfit I packed, I slowly unchanged again, my energy already completely drained.

I pull on the maroon skirt, hastily securing it over the black tee I had already put on. After slipping on a white-washed denim jacket, I went to the bathroom, making sure my makeup was perfect. After I was all ready, I checked the time. 12:00, and my stomach was growling ferociously. I grabbed a large zip up sweatshirt, and a protein bar, and headed out the door.

I got in line for the meet-and-greet, flashing the security guards with my pass, and hiding myself in the oversized sweatshirt. I wasn't famous. I didn't have ten million followers on Instagram, nor was there anything notable for people to know me from. That is, if you exclude being Tom Holland's girlfriend. I mean, I was standing in a room with dozens upon dozens of fan girls. Surely one of them would recognise me from social media or something. So I stayed hidden underneath the safety of my hood, listening in on what the other girls had to say. Many of them just gushed about how amazing Tom was, and I couldn't blame them. I really was about to be the luckiest girl on the planet, wasn't I?

We were formed into a line, and I was at the very end. Great, I sighed, tugging hard on the strings of my hoodie. As the line thinned out, I started panicking more and more. Oh God. What was I doing? I started to seriously question bolting out the door, when my phone buzzed. It was Harrison.

"What is it?" I hissed angrily.

"Woah calm down," Harrison said into the receiver, "I was just gonna say, Tom's getting tired."

"How the hell is that supposed to help me?!" I screamed into my phone, causing the few remaining girls to look towards me. "Listen," I whispered, "don't you think I'm already freaking out? So what he's tired? Is that supposed to mean he'll say no? Because guess what Haz? I don't want to marry someone who only wants me when he's energised!" My voice started to rise again, so I took a few deep breaths, hoping to calm down.

"Okay, I'm sorry. You're right, that's not helping, I just wanted to... you know, warn you."

"Well thanks then," I said sarcastically, before moaning, "I'm sorry, I'm just well... really tired too. And nervous as hell. I don't know if I can do this."

"Y/n of course you can do this. You are proposing to your soulmate, there's nothing to be scared about." Haz's voice soothed you, and you looked up to see there was now only one person in front of you.

"Okay, I'm next, see you in a few minutes." I said, hanging up the phone. The girl in front of me turned around, a nervous look on her face.

"I don't know if I'm more excited or nervous!" She was jumping up and down shaking her hands.

"Me too," I mumbled, hiding my head further beneath my hoodie.

"Wait a minute... you're not... Y/N L/N!" She screamed, pointing at my face. "Tom's girlfriend!"

"No... no I'm not."

"Yes you are!" She accused, reaching for my hood.

"Okay yes, fine I am... just please don't say anything." I pleaded with her, taking my sweatshirt off, discarding it to the side.

"Fine... but why do you need to get a picture with Tom? You see him all the time!"

"I-" I paused thinking it through. I couldn't tell her I was proposing, that would be dumb. It would be on the internet by tomorrow. "I just wanted to surprise him." I said weakly, lost for any other excuses.

"Oh! I won't say anything then!" She smiled at me, before being called in. I quickly fluffed out my hair, checking to make sure it looked good. I tapped my feet, and after what felt like hours, I saw the girl leave, and I walked in.
Tom was standing in front of a light blue backdrop, looking down at his feet. When I entered, his eyes met mine, and his jaw dropped to the floor.

"Y/n? Y/n what are you doing here?!" He asked, coming towards me.

"No, stay." I stopped him, holding a hand up. I nervously walked over to him, step by step.

"Surprise." I whispered, grabbing onto both of his arms. Holding tightly, I knelt down onto one knee. Tom's eyes filled with realisation, and he started to talk when I shushed him.

"No, let me finish... Thomas Stanley Holland, I love you with all my heart. I cannot face this world without you, because you are the only person I could ever be happy with. You are my life and my world. Will you be my one and only Spider-Man?" I asked him, tears streaming down my face. I saw in my peripheral vision the flashing of a camera.

"Yes," Tom choked, his face streamed red, pulling me up into a kiss. The room exploded, people clapping their hands and cheering.

I leaned away to take a breath to see a smiling Tom. "We're going to have to get you a ring!" He laughed, before picking me up into a giant hug.

A/n so that ending was pretty crappy, but I'm still finding out the best way to write these😂