TAKE A SECOND - tom holland

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THREE YEARS LATER.

Harper could not open her car door. She had been struggling to get it open for about ten minutes now, to no avail. It was one of those handles that had a keypad, and she was not used to it one bit. She pulled out her phone, pressing her favorited number. As soon as the line clicked, she began talking.

"Frankie, you would not believe what is fucking happening right now. I'm trying to open my car and I can't remember the password and I'm going to be fucking late for my first fucking day at work and I'm sorry I'm using the word 'fuck' so much but I am SO fucking stressed and —"

"I need you to take at least eight melatonin's before you keep talking."

"You are incredibly funny."

"I love being complemented, keep them going. Look, you just have to remember how you got here. It's not even really your first day, you've been working at Marvel since graduation, Harps. You've got absolutely nothing to worry about, you're mildly good at you job."

"Thank you so very much for your support."

"C'mon, Harper, you know you're going to be just fine."

"I know I probably will be — but being back in that building, it brings back shit."

Harper listened as Frankie let out a large sigh, and a pause interrupted the conversation.

"Marvel was there before Tom, and it will be there afterwards. You worked on set before you even knew who he was; I promise, you can get through this. I know four months isn't long in the grand scheme of things, but walk on there today as if you haven't cared in four years."

"You make good points. Listen, I'll text you when I'm done tonight, and I'll swing by the gallery to drop off food, okay?"

"Hopefully you'll learn to open your car by then. Talk to you later, Harps."

Harper clicked the end button. Sighing as she stuffed her phone in her bag and got ready to try what seemed like the millionth number combination. She knelt down, and on the tenth try she somehow got it open.

6-1-9-6.

She forgot the code was Tom's birthday. Harper plopped down in the drivers seat, letting out a large huff of air as she pushed her hair out of her face.

Everywhere she went, everything she did went back to him.

It was going so well — she'd always heard relationships that began as friendships flourished like no other, but she had yet to experience it until him.

Filming for the third Spider-Man had commenced soon after the premiere of Far From Home, and Harper had been watching from the sidelines. She had headed the cinematography staff of the Russo's newly formed production company, while Tom was living his dream everyday.

Until things got bad.

Tom became increasingly busy, projects taking over his life, and studying scripts and publicity took over the little time Harper had been used to having claim over.