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

9

"My mum and Gran totally love you." I tell Tom later that night, lying in bed. "They kept asking things about you for the whole day. Gran can't wait to meet you."

"Really?" Tom asks in disbelief. "I mean, I know. I'm awesome."

"Don't go getting a big head." I shake my head. "How was your day today?"

"Would've been amazing if you were here." Tom starts off. "But, it was kind of slow. Some interviewers are just down right annoying. It's just their voices are cringey."

I laugh as he cringes, surely remembering one of their voices.

"They ask a lot of questions that I can't answer." Tom laughs. "I'm only in the movie for like ten minutes, so how would I know what happened behind the scenes before me?"

"Sounds irritating."

"It is. However, I'm able to fly home a week earlier." Tom smiles. "I told my agent I don't want to have anymore interviews about Civil War after this week. I don't want to waste their time, I can't really answer their questions."

"Yeah, that makes sense." I nod. "So you're flying here next week?"

"Yep." Tom smiles. "Hopefully, I'll be able to see you sooner than we expected."

"See, now what did I tell you?" I laugh. "Plans changed!"

"I guess I should listen to you more." Tom nods his head, putting one arm behind his head as he lies down on his bed. "Have you talked to your granddad yet?"

"No, not really. I told him about the lack of fights and he just went away to look for a new manager or something." I frown slightly. "I actually like not fighting. I'm not in pain all the time, I don't have bruises all the time either."

"Did you tell him that?"

"No, it'd break his heart. But, I want to tell him. I'm tired of fighting. I want to do what I want to do." I huff, flipping over to lay on my back, my laptop laying next to me. I turn my head and look at Tom. "I want to be a writer."

"I've seen your countless stacks of notebooks lying around your flat, but you don't ever let me read anything." Tom narrows his eyes at me.

"Because no one is supposed to know that I hate fighting." I explain. "If everyone thinks I love fighting, then they push me to fight more, that way I don't back out and break Grandpappy's heart."

"But if you don't want to fight, then don't. It's your life, Liz. I think you have the right to do what you want. Sometimes it's good when our parents push us in a certain direction so we succeed, but you've been in the direction, you've experienced more than enough, I think it's time you decide what you want to do." Tom tells me.

"When did you get so smart?" I ask him, smiling a bit.

"Only when I met you." Tom rolls his eyes. "You're doing this weird thing to me...you're making me wise."

"How am I making you wise?" I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"You say wise things all the time and now I'm wise." Tom says it like it's obvious.

"Okay, maybe you're not so smart." I smirk.

"Hey!" I laugh, rolling back over on my side.

"It's only been a day and I miss you." I frown, picking at the blanket around me. "I'm not used to not hearing your silly comments that make me laugh."

"Well, in less than a week you can hear my silly comments." Tom smiles at me. "Just less than a week."

"It can't come fast enough." I mutter. "It's getting late, we should both be getting to bed."