A Doll Month || Tom Holland Fanfic

Chapter 11: Twenty-one

"Happy birthday!" Tom tells me, as he opens the door to his bedroom and steps out into the hallway. We were about to head down to have breakfast.

"Wha- how did you know it was my birthday?"

"Charles told Aldridge, who told me," He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, thanks," I tell him shyly, as we head into the dining hall and load our plates with food. I decide to get an omelette with ham, spinach, onion and cheese, a breakfast muffin, and some coffee. Not exactly a birthday breakfast, but I'll make do.

"So, you can legally drink now?"

"Yeah," I tell him with a dipshit grin. I mean it's not that I didn't ever drink before. I was a teenager. I definitely did.

I'm just excited to finally be able to drink legally.

"So, does that mean we get to go out and get drunk?" Tom asks, getting excited.

"You can get drunk, but I can't get drunk unless we stay at the hotel, since I have to be alert."

"How do you know?"

"Charles texted me this morning to let me know."

"Well, even if we don't drink we should go out to celebrate. It just so happens that my mate Harrison has some friends here who are throwing a party tonight, he flew out specifically to come, and he's invited us. Wanna go?"

"A party? I'm not sure..." I start thinking about the highschool parties I went to.

"Oh, nono, it's not like that. It's a small hangout, 15 to 20 people. 30 people at most. We're having a big bonfire on the beach, it'll be great. So? Wanna go?"

"Maybe. Who's coming?"

"I'm not sure, but they are all around our age."

"You know what? You only turn 21 once. Count me in."

"Perfect." Tom says, grinning. "I'll let Harrison know."

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"Robert cancelled dinner," Tom sulks as we head to the interview. Filming just ended for the day and it is 5:32.

"Did he say why?"

"Yeah, apparently they needed him to come in for a last minute fitting," He sighs, staring out og the window.

"Well, what time does the party start?"

"9,"

"So we would have had to come much later if we had had dinner with Robert, so this way you don't miss out on anything,"

"Still," He grumbles, and I know it isn't because of dinner. Earlier at breakfast he had confessed to me that he was dreading the interview, especially since more articles have come out speculating about the connection between Tom and I.

"Hey," I say catching his attention from the cars passing by, and he turns to look at me. "You'll do fine."

"Maybe. I don't know."

"I'll be right there with you."

"Thanks," He says with a small smile, then turns his attention back to the traffic outside.

We arrive at the studio where the interview is taking place shortly after, and are greeted by something none of us could have expected.

"So, we want you in the interview." The woman in charge explains. She reminds me faintly of the woman who interviewed me, except her hair is bleached blond, and she's slightly shorter. It's crazy to think that it was only a few months ago that I was getting interviewed.