Nervous || Tom Holland X Reader

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"Hello?" Zendaya asks answering her phone. I hear yelling from the other side.

"Tom, shut up." She says. Talking is then heard.

"We'll make our way to the one across the street from the studio....... I don't know five minutes...... Ya okay..... Yes she is..... Bye." She hangs up the phone.

"Tom seems annoyed." I laugh.

"Very." She smirks. "I told him we'd go to the subway to eat with him. You'd think an actor would have friends to eat with." She sighs.

"I'm sure he could have found a fan." I shrug.

"He could have. Then again, he's a jerk so who would want to sit with him?" She asks.

"How is he a jerk?" I laugh.

"Don't go near a pool with him." She says. Subway comes into view.

"I'll race you." I say pointing to the building.

"You're on." She smirks. We count down from three and start running. I used to play football so I am a pretty fast runner. I make it through the doors before she does and stop.

"I win!" I yell as she comes into the Subway, heavily breathing.

"I let you win." She says. I look around to see Tom sitting at a table staring at us with amusement in his eyes.

"I doubt you did." I say.

"Okay You're right. How did you learn to run that fast?" She asks me.

"I played football as a kid." I shrug.

"Hey." Tom says coming up to us.

"Hello mate." I smile.

"Is it bad I'm really happy there's another British person here?" Tom asks.

"Yes." Zendaya says.

"All I'm good for is to understand your slang." I shrug. "There's nothing else that we really have in common." I say.

"You like marvel?" He asks.

"Unhealthy obsession with it. You should see the room I share with my sister back at home. She has an obsession with you by the way." I say pointing to Tom.

"There's another thing we have in commom, and tell her thanks." He says.

"Can we eat yet?" Z asks.

"Sure." I say.

"I'm first I'm hungry!" Tom yells.

"Fucking hell." I say as he runs pass me.

"That's tom for you." Zendaya chuckles.

"Is that it?" The sandwich maker person thing asks.

"Yep!" Tom yells watching his sub intently. Zendaya orders and then I do.

"Who's paying?" Z asks. We all look at eachother.

"Dont look at me I'm not the one making millions of dollars from this film." I raise my hands and look to Tom.

"Tom?" Zendaya asks.

"I don't feel like it." He whines.

"Thomas." I plead.

"I hate you both." He says paying the person.

"Food!" Zendaya yells.

"Yeet!" I yell running to a booth and sitting down.

"I need a translater." Zendaya sighs.

"Shes happy about food." Tom smiles.

"I ship you two." She smiles. I look up at her.