Pretty Girl|A Tom Holland Fanfic|

CHAPTER SIX

It was morning, the sun blinding my eyes.

"Mm." I groaned. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight. I looked around and saw that I was covered in a jacket.

This ain't ours.

I looked around some more and saw a couple of bottles of beer on the floor. I looked at the jacket and realized that it was the same one that Tom was wearing the night before.

"Oh shit." I got up, a headache slowly making its way to me. "Tom?" I looked over to the pile of beer and saw Tom sleeping soundly not too far away from them. "Tooom." I walked over to him and started to shake him.

"Mmmm. Five more minutes." He stirred before settling down again.

"Tom, c'mon wake up." I shook him a little bit more. "Thomas Stanley Holland." He groaned and got up.

"There. Yah happy?" His morning voice was deep.

And smeggsie.

SHUT. UP.

"Thank you. Now, you should probably get going. According to your watch, it's almost 12." Hearing this, he jolted upright.

"What!? I'm gonna be late for filming!!" He rushed around, trying to gather all his stuff.

"Seems like we had quite the night," I smirked, watching as he ran around.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh, have you seen my jacket?" He looked at me, and I pointed to where I was sleeping.

"How'd it get over there?" He muttered. "What're you doing?" He looked at me as I put on my jacket.

"Well, I need coffee." I smiled at him.

He put his phone in his pocket and we jogged out to his car.

"After you, milady." I 'curtsied' as he smiled and hopped into his car.

When we arrived at the Starbucks, I hopped out of the car and said goodbye.

"Break a leg!" I waved at him and walked into the Starbucks.

I was walking over to the counter, about to order, but then I bumped into someone.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry!" I looked at the man, and he looked familiar. "Sorry, do I know you?" I squinted my eyes, trying to get a sense of where I knew this guy from.

"Uhm, I don't think you do. Wait...Jade? Jade Richardson?" My hand instinctively went around the stranger's mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard.

"Shh! How do you know my name?" I slowly lowered my hands off the stranger, who had a scared expression on his face. We slowly went to a table in the corner.

"Tom! I'm Tom's mate, Haz. Harrison. He just showed me some pics of you!" He said with his hands up, making me laugh.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you can put your hands down." I chuckled as he lowered his hands. "So, you're Haz? So, I take it that you know about, y'know." His eyes widened as he nodded his head frantically.

"Just so you know, I won't tell." He said, trying to act cool. I nodded and went up to the counter to order.

"Hi! Can I get a Mocha Frap with whipped cream and a ham and cheese croissant? " The worker nodded then walked away.

Haz was actually kinda cool. He was one of Tom's assistants -which I said must've been a lot of work- and I explained how I met Tom.

"Wait, wait, wait, he just gives you his money? I have to work for it!"