Can We Keep a Secret?~ Tom Holland X reader

Chapter 11

Edited by: delennjadzia

Y/N P.O.V. 

I headed off the plane on a mission to get my suitcases. I hoped I had packed enough... I had no clue know how long it would take to shoot my parts. I look around for Tom everywhere I went, looking back at his Instagram pictures to remind myself what he looked liked until I found him sitting a chair.

y/nkick: Tom you have 2.5 seconds to turn around

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tomholland2013: Huh? Oh jeez, I can see you in the reflection.

chrisevans: Oh you're in town, somewhat.

imsebastainstan: Jesus Christ. It's Jason Bond.

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Y/n P.O.V

I laughed a little at Sebastian's comment and then again at Tom flicking his head back at me. I took off my sunglasses and smiled at him, twirling around once so he could see what I looked like.

I put my sunglasses back on and laughed a little. He got up took off his sunglasses, did way too many twirls, and then posed. I clapped ridiculously before finally saying, "Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Y/n."

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n. That's a lovely name." He smiled at me while I was still reeling at his English accent.

Wow, his voice is so sweet... No, Y/n! Co-worker honor code! Well he is taller than me that's not new. And his hair is more beautiful in person.

"Nice name as well, Thomas. Er, Tom," I caught myself.

"Hey, don't call me Thomas, that's so formal." He chuckled.

"Should we get going?" I laughed. He nodded and grabbed one of my suitcases, immediately starting to walk away. I mean, I can roll around at the speed of sound all by myself. But thanks.

"Are you coming, Y/n?" He looked back at me and I nodded, speed walking to catch up with him.

"Uh, thank you... You don't have to do that. I can roll my own things," I said, reaching for my suitcase.

He pulled the suitcase away from me and said, "I've got this. Let no one ever say I'm not a good host." He continue to walk towards the exit.

"Thank you, Tom," I said, following closely behind him. I examine him from behind. Stop, Y/n, you'll look like a creep.

"Here's the car. You can get in the passenger seat while I toss your bags in the boot," Tom told me.

"Thank you once again," I said, looking at him. I knew I was saying 'thank you' a lot, but I felt the need.

"You don't have to say thank you every time I do anything," he laughed.

I nodded and got in the passenger seat. We both kept our sunglasses on. As normal as I looked from the outside, I tried not to make conversation with anyone. I'm in a car with Spiderman! I can't believe it, my childhood self would have gone crazy!

"What's wrong? You look like a sad puppy staring out the window." He laughed a bit.

"Oh, nothing, just looking around the city and things." I looked back at him, at his dark brown hair and his jaw line. I studied him for a bit until we came to a red light and he glanced at me. I looked down quickly.

"Oh, am I 'the city and things'? What's really the problem?" He looked at me. then back at the road when the light switched.

"I mean, what is my life? I'm with Spider-Man! Well, not with like together together but in the same place as you." I rubbed the back of my neck. Very smooth, Y/n.

"I get what you mean. I was so nervous when I first got on set with the rest of the cast. I kept asking everyone, 'Would you like to me to do anything?'" He mocked himself and laughed.

"Well, nice," I laughed as well. "Does everyone on set like you?"

"Can't say everyone, exactly. Anthony and Sebastian would definitely disagree with that. Jokingly, I mean! ...At least, hopefully." He glance at me a couple of times.

"Why would they not like you?" I titled my head in confusion.

"I play around a lot." His eyes stayed glued to the road. "I'm so much younger than them, and they're all really professional."

"Don't worry. I play a lot as well. We can be partners in crime!" I said, doing a silly pose. Why did I do that?

"Yeah, for sure!" He laughed while titling his head back slightly. "Here we are: the best place for food."

"Food?" I said back at him. I didn't remember talking about food.

"Yeah, I haven't eaten yet, and this is my last chance before things get crazy," he said, parking the car. I shrugged.

"Food, then!" I jumped out the car and ran into the place, leaving Tom in the dust.

"Wait up!" he called after me, staying on my heels.