Tom Holland : My big break

Chapter 5.

It's the last day of your first week as Toms F.A.A.
Gosh it's been exhausting. I've barely spoken a word to the man, afraid that he is going to make fun of me or comment on something that I do. When I'm around Tom my heart beats a hundred times faster and I just simply get on with my Job.

We all have a day off tomorrow, and God I need it even though we haven't started shooting any scenes yet and this week has just consisted of table reads and getting to know the cast.

Apart from Tom. I seem to be getting along with everyone well. Fitting in nicely with both the crew and cast. Bentley and I have become very close, and we pull many pranks on each other and already have built up a handful of inside jokes. Jess, (the girl who spilt the coffee on me on the first day) is also lovely. We have sat and ate lunch together a few times this week and it's been interesting to find out that she comes from a similar background to myself and has made it onto quite a significant role. It gives me a glimmer of hope!

The crew also love me. I do lots of little jobs for them, which they are very thankful for, and I make there lives a slight bit easier. They also are really interested in my life and what I want to do. Unlike Tom, who I must remind myself, that I am his personal assistant after all.

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I get to work and like normal, I go to the director's office and grab the scripts and any notes Tom needs for that day. I waddle over to the coffee station put the script down next to me, pouring the correct milk in Tom's coffee before making my own. I stop and have a brief conversation with crew - who are ecstatic to start filming next week. Admittedly, I am too. It's really intriguing being on my first big production set and figuring out how it's all run.

I glance down at my watch, in fear I'll be late to drop off the script at Tom's trailer. So, I hurriedly grab the papers to the side of me and throw them under my arm picking up both coffee cups in my hands.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Yeah."

I put the coffee cups on the floor and nervously open the door. I walk into the trailer where Tom is lounging on his bed in a tight-fitting top and pair of casual gym shorts I grab his coffee and the script = slightly crumpled from being under my arm and place them both on the table.

"Cutting it very fine today, aren't we?" he hisses from his bed. I look up at him and he doesn't even break eye contact with his phone. I wondered in that second if he even knew my name because he hadn't said it once all week. Despite this thought though I simply muttered "sorry" under my breath.
"You need to speak up a little louder than that darling"

"SORRY" I say a lot louder and in quite a sarcastic tone. But it seems to have caught his attention. He locks his phone allowing it to fall on the bed and he sits up. His brows raise.

"OH, Someone's woken up on the wrong side of bed... with that tone! Talk to all your colleges like that do you?"

"I'm only talking to you how you talk to me. What's that saying... treat people how they treat you?" you said angrily but confidently. You notice his body shift uncomfortably and he sort of huffs, he screws up his face before he says, "I guess I have been a little harsh on you, but it's simply your Job."

Your eyes meet his and you nod your head, before swiftly turning round to walk out the door. Which you unintentionally slam behind you. You take in a deep breath. Grab your coffee and walk to the meeting room where the table reading will be held in about an hours' time.

You enjoy your job. You enjoy chatting to other people and getting to know more about their lives. You find yourself in awe sometimes of how idyllic some peoples lives' sound, and you think for a second you don't belong here.

You are having a casual conversation with Max, the director. Talking to him about filming next week and what changes or improvements you need to do in order to assist Tom. Then as if on que, Tom flings the door open looking very angry.
"Where is she?" he says with his brows raised angrily.

You feel your stomach churn. Twisting in ways that can't be described knowing you were the 'she' he was referring to.

He walks towards you, with a drip of sweat on his forehead. You could see the veins popping out of his clenched arms, taking long and heavy steps.

The room is full of people as the table read was about to begin in five minutes. Everyone in the room was now silent looking to see what events were going to unfold.

"Are you trying to sabotage me? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" his voice becoming louder as he takes his last few steps towards me with his face about an inch away from mine. I stood there frozen. I don't know why I did that, but my legs lost the ability to move. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was staring, or this arrogant guy shouting in my face.
"I – I, have no, no idea what you are on about?" I whimpered shaking my head.

He furrows his brows. "These are not my scripts. These are lighting directions for the shooting next week? Did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you want me to sit there and open my script at the reading and not have a clue what to say? Did you want to embarrass me like that?"

You are stunned. You didn't know what to say. You saw Max about to jump in when it clicked in your head. You were talking to the lighting crew making coffee. "OH Tom" you start to laugh uncontrollably.
He took a step back, confusion lining his face.

"I was talking to some of the crew earlier whilst making your coffee, I put the script down and I must have taken his lighting directions instead... so he's walking around with your script!" you let out another small giggle. Thinking the situation was funny and how Tom thought you were trying to sabotage him.

Tom looked at you. Angry and confused. He looked to Max "She is so incompetent... can you not see that?"

"Now, now Tom... I think this has just been a miss understanding, she picked up the script this morning from me and it's just got lost."

"NO!" Tom interrupted before pausing thinking of what he was going to say next "why is she even here? She doesn't belong here, and she doesn't know what she's doing? She's underqualified and has never been on a set before... she's..."

"Tom!" max looks towards him with a stern face. "If anything, she's overqualified to do this job. Now look around, look at the scene you are causing. Come on mate you are better than this." Max glances at you then around the room

"Come on Tom let's talk outside for a moment"
They walk away. Tom clearly still animated but equally embarrassed that he caused a scene. You still stood there frozen and shocked. A warm hand was placed on your shoulder. "Come on Y/N, let's go get you some water." It was another F.A.A. who's comforting words sounded so soft.

I got to the water station and a tear rolled down my cheek. I forced my eyes shut tight so no more could come down.

That was awful.