Tom Holland : My big break

Chapter 6.

We were a couple of hours into the table reading and I was sat behind Tom, about three meters back at the edge of the room. I still couldn't believe the events that had just unfolded hours ago. I just wanted to back to my comfy hotel bedroom and cry into a pillow.

I hadn't really spoken to anyone since the event happened. I was scared in case Toms harsh words were true. What if I was incompetent? What if I didn't belong here?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Max suggest "Right good work everyone take twenty and we will continue with the resto of the script after."

I sat there for a while hoping no one would disturb me and hoping Tom wouldn't so much as look in my direction. I glance down at my phone. I notice a text from Katie, which wasn't unusual we text almost daily, and she's been eager to know how I'm doing over here. I can't wait to ring her tonight and tell her about my horrific day.

Then I also notice a text from an unknown number.

Text message 012354678: Hey Y/N it's Sophie. I just wanted to check up and see how that Job is going. I know it's probably not what you had in mind - but get in the good books with the actors and directors and they could lead you places! Hope to speak soon xox

A small smile creeped on my face, and I remembered how lucky I was to be on this Job in the first place and how nice Sophie was to recommend me. I was about to text her back when I heard my name get called.

"Y/N?"

I slowly look up, not recognizing my name come from that voice and to my surprise it was Tom -turned around on his chair facing me. I give him my best dirty look as my face met his.

"Could you go get me some coffee by any chance?"
I huffed and stood up almost instantly. I didn't even give him a second look. My head was running around in circles. As I was walking my heartrate began to rise, I could feel my blood boiling. Getting angrier at each step I took. The nerve on him to ask me if I wanted to make him a coffee. No please or thank you either.

I slammed a cup on the table, almost splitting it by doing so. I pour the freshly made coffee into the container and I look up to the array of milks. Now I don't know if it was the anger, or me feeling mischievous or sad but in that instant, I decided to pour full fat milk in his coffee. Remembering that the notes I got on the first day indicated he would get a bad stomach.

I made sure no one was watching as I poured the milk into the cup, I quickly stirred it and shoved the lid on. "I'll show him sabotage" I whispered under my breath.

I walked back to the meeting room quite happy with what I'd just done. I walk into the room and see tom looking sheepish sat at the table almost alone. I put the coffee down next to him and I ask with a grudge "Anything else I can do for you?"

He looks up at me with his hazelnut eyes melting into my soul, I could see his eyes were cloudy. I remained looking dead into his eyes.

"Actually... I just want to apologise. That outburst earlier, well it was just unacceptable. I've been in a very strange headspace lately and had the worst past couple of months a person could have and honestly this job came as a bit of a lifeline for me. I'm not this person, and I hate to think that I've treated you with so much disrespect. I've just had my walls up and don't want anyone to get close to me you see, and I'm normally really close with PAs and F.A.A's and I guess I just didn't want to let you in... but I'm ready now ... My head has cleared a little bit."

You stood there in silence and utter shock for the second time that day "OH boy." You sighed, not knowing if what you just said was in your head or out loud, because after that confession you felt sick to your stomach at what you had just done.

Tom stares at me with a sad but also blank look on his face. "We... we good?"

I nod my head slightly... now tremendously regretting my life choices. My gosh why did I have to be so stupid and stoop back down to his level. Why did I purposefully put the wrong milk in his coffee.

A look of panic must have been painted on my face as Tom asks me if everything is okay. I tilt my head. "Erm, yeah I've just had an emotional day."

"It's okay. We will start fresh next week"

I couldn't say it. Admit what I'd just done. I didn't have the heart to say it. I sat down and watched as he took a sip of his coffee none the wiser. I felt awful. My heart started racing and my palms got all sweaty.

Just as everyone started to flood back in. Bentley bounded over to me. "So, Y/N there is a party tonight, the whole crew is going since we have a day off tomorrow... you are coming right?"

I think about it for a minute, not really knowing what to do. I wanted to go Yes. But at the same time, I was petrified Tom was going to be there and that he would hate me again. But at I looked at Bentley and saw his pleading eyes and I didn't want to pass up on a work bonding night and miss out.
"Yeah sure, I'll be there."

-

One hour had passed.

I noticed Tom has started to clench his stomach. His hand stuck to his waist. I don't know if it was just me or if everyone could hear the grumbling noises his tummy was making as he forced his way through reading the script.

Looking clearly uncomfortable... Jess who was sat next to him nudged him on the shoulder and put her thumb up and I observed as he nodded his head. What the fuck had I done.

Thankfully about twenty minutes later and the reading was over, and we were done for the day. Everyone clapped and cheered as there was a collectiveness that we had all achieved the first week and move onto shooting next week.

Max speaks a few words, thanking us all for our hard work over the past week and for it to long continue. I quickly packed up my things and stood up to ask Tom if he needed anything of me before we left... but he was already gone.

I was walking towards my car getting excited about the events happening that night and I notice someone jump out of their car and lightly bump into me.

"Hey, watch where your go-"

"Were you not going to ask me if I needed anything else today" Tom gritted his teeth. I looked up; eyes widened. He tilted his head this time and pulls me in close and whispers in my ear.

"Did you put the wrong milk in my coffee?... Y/N"
I felt his breath tickle my neck. It was a very surreal situation.

"No. I... erm... I didn't.

"Hmm... so much for starting fresh next week."
He abruptly turns around and jumps back into his car as it screeches as he drives off.

"Shit" I say out loud to myself.