Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

8

When I landed, Tom called me via FaceTime. I picked up when I had gotten my luggage and am now getting into a cab.

"How'd it go?" I ask him.

"I actually left quite early." Tom confesses, laying down on his hotel bed.

"Why?"

"I wanted to talk to you." Tom smiles, causing me to smile. "How was the flight?"

"Long." I say over dramatically. "You still haven't told me about the premiere and you shouldn't have left early. You could've stayed the whole time and you'd still have time FaceTime me."

"I know, but I was too distracted to be there." Tom explains, i mentally awe at his cuteness. "How long of a drive to your place from the airport?"

"About forty five minutes, depends on the traffic." I inform him. "I'm still waiting to hear about the premiere."

"Alright, alright. It was fun, a lot of flashing lights and famous people." Tom winks at the mention of famous people, in hope of persuading me to go to the Spider-Man one. "The movie was spectacular, but I'm only in it for maybe like ten minutes total."

"Then how is it spectacular?" I ask.

"Because I'm in it for only ten minutes. Any longer and it'd be horrible. Ruined even." Tom jokes.

"I'll be the judge of that." Was my response. "Meet anyone cool?"

"Uh, yep. I met a few, I think." Tom mumbles.

"You think?" I laugh, shaking my head a bit at him.

"I had a few drinks and there was just so many people there. It was a quick, hi, nice film, see ya around." Tom explains. "What'd you do on the plane?"

"Well, I thought about a lot of things." I tell him honestly. "Like, what I'm going to tell my family when I get there, how things are going, what's new in my life, and all that stuff."

"What're you going to tell them?" Tom asks, raising an eyebrow.

"The truth. If I lied, Grandpappy would know immediately." I explain. "Him and I will have a private conversation about how I can find a new manager and he'll help me with that stuff. Then, gran-gran and mum are going to interrogate me on everything else. Like, how the apartment is, how the girls and Matt are, then they'll ask if I met any cute guys..."

"Are you going to tell them?"

"I don't really know what to tell them. I met a cute guy, yes. I like him a lot, yes. But, I don't know what we are." I mumble, biting my lip. "What are we? There's been no conversation about this and I don't want to have it over the phone, but I don't know. What do you see us as? Or what do you want us to be?"

Tom looks lost in thought as I ask him the question. His thinking face is definitely cute. Everything about him is cute. He's pretty much perfect.

"What do you want us to be?" Tom finally asks.

"I'd honestly love to be in a relationship with you, but it's not about just me. It's about us and I want to know if there's going to be an us..." I trail off, looking out the window.

"I want there to be an us too..."

"So, there is an us?"

"Yes?"

"Like boyfriend; girlfriend us?"

"Yes?"