My Best Friends Cousin | Tom Holland

Chapter 8-17 part 6

"It's our last day" I sing as I skip into the kitchen, immediately getting a face full pancake batter.

"Okay was that really necessary?" I ask, wiping my eyes to see Harry and Sam laughing.

"Okay you better be glad that I'm going to take a shower soon" I point at them, going to the sink and wiping the batter on my face into it.

"Here" Harry says, giving me a stool to stand on. I nod and stand on the short stool, making it easier to wash my face off.

"Do I look okay?" I ask and they nod. I slip my glasses back on and hop down.

"Do you know how to cook? We're trying to cook for everyone but we don't know how" Sam says and I smile.

"Yes, actually. I usually have to cook for myself" I say, standing my Sam.

I help the cook the pancakes and breakfast, and by help, I mean do everything while they watch.

"You have a little.. right there" Harry says, taking out an egg shell from my hair.

"And who's fault was that?" I ask.

"Our" Sam says proudly.

"Well then breakfast is done. So at least clean the table" I tell them, tossing them both rags, hearing them groan as I head up the stairs.

I grab clothes and hop in the shower, cleaning myself. When I get out I dry my hair and apply my makeup, and grabbing my phone and heading out, tossing my clothes and packing everything up before heading to the stairs. I turn the corner, running into someone but before I can reach the ground I feel an arm wrap around my waist, steadying me.

"Thanks" I laugh, looking up at Tom.

"You're welcome" he smiles as he unwraps his arm. I smile before heading downstairs to the kitchen, seeing everything cleaned up.

"You guys did good" I tell the twins, them smiling.

••••

"Thank you guys for making breakfast, it was delicious" Sara tells the twins and they rub the back of their neck.

"We may have gotten a bit of help" Sam says.

"Who cooked?" Sara asks, smiling. Both twins look at me.

"Karissa?" Rob asks and I nod.

"The one and only" I joke.

We all talk for a bit longer before the dreaded time comes.

"I guess we see each other next year" Sara says, hugging Dominic and Nicola.

"So" Tom trails off, coming up to me.

"So.." I trail off, looking at Bucky in his cage in the van.

"Can I.. can I have your number?" He asks and I smile, nodding. He hands me his phone and I type in my number, saving my name as
Sexier than Harrison.
He looks at the name and cracks a laugh.

"So I'll see you next year" he says and I nod,

"Yes you will" I say doing finger guns.

"That was weird" I shake my head laughing.

"I'll see you next year" I smile, climbing into the van.

"So Karissa" Sara starts.

"Don't start" I say, laughing.

I look down at my phone as it buzzes.

Unknown
Hey, Sexier than Harrison

I bite back a smile as I text back.

Hey, uh who's this again?

"Oh don't even"

"I like to even tho"

"Oooo you're talking to Tom" Macy sings and I lightly slap her arm.

"Macy shhh" I whisper.

I just see Rob and Sara smiling in the mirrors.