EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part twenty nine

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꒰ Runaway baby ꒱

Bruno Mars

"Where is he?" Brandon mumbled as he sipped down his third glass of water.

"Don't know." Y/n spoke awkwardly gazing down at her fingers, playing with her ring.

"He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago." Brandon put down his glass in disappointment.

The two of them sat on one of the corner tables of some Thai restaurant Brandon had picked out. Y/n sat in front of her dad with one seat left empty on her right. They were waiting for Tom.

Y/n knew how nervous he had been about this very dinner, the leading week was filled with anxious bursts of 'he's going to hate me' and 'he probably thinks I'm some chump who fucks girls.' If she was being honest, even Y/n didn't know the 'Hot playboy Tom Holland' would be capable of going bonkers about one dinner.

She knew Brandon had a few questions about him, questions he didn't care to ask when he had first met Tom.

Her dad was a very straight forward person. Sure, he was hilarious and endearing most of the time, but Brandon wouldn't shy away from a chance to tell someone that he didn't like them.

She knew if this dinner went horribly bad, he wouldn't hesitate to keep Tom away from her, but if it went good, her dad would practically act like their child.

Brandon liked Tom. He liked his humour and his charm, but when it came to her daughters boyfriend, charm was no longer on the checklist.

Her dad was well aware of the reputation Tom had, considering he also knew that Y/n had previously slept with him. He had his doubts, but that's what this was for, to make sure Tom was good enough to be with his daughter.

"Dad I think he's just running late- oh-" Y/n began until her face lit up as Tom appeared at the door.

Tom looked around the restaurant room until he spotted his girlfriend waving happily at him and Brandon's straight face with a faint smile looking back at him.

Tom beamed at the sight of Y/n and quickly walked over to their table.

"Hello sir." He said formally as he shook her dad's hand and gave him a bright smile. Brandon kept the vague smile on his lips, yet his eyes looked amused.

Tom wrapped his arms around Y/n and gave her a momentary hug, he leaned in to kiss her lips until he felt Brandon's questionable gaze on him. Tom quickly kissed her cheek instead and awkwardly sat down on the chair next to her.

Brandon laughed internally as he noticed how anxious Tom looked compared to their first meeting, his body looked tense and he had an uneasy smile on his lips.

"So, where were you?" Brandon asked leaning on the table with his arms folded.

"I'm sorry Sir  I was waiting for May to come home, can't leave the house unlocked you know." Tom mumbled as he laughed clumsily.

Brandon smiled and began to speak.

"Hey listen there's no need to be so nervous, we're all cool here. Call me Brandon."

"Yes sir- I mean Sir Brandon, sorry-" he babbled while Y/n choked on her apple juice.

Brandon gave out another laugh and looked in front of him at Tom.

Tom met his eyes only for a moment until he looked back at his own fingers that were placed on the table.

There was a awkward silence as Y/n's father stared directly at Tom while Tom couldn't help but inexpertly stare at the table. Y/n looked between the two as the steady silence continued until she cleared her throat to begin to speak.