Can We Keep a Secret?~ Tom Holland X reader

Chapter 35

Edited by: delennjadzia 

Tom P.O.V. 

I laughed at Haz and Jacob while they tried to do gymnastics. All of this was because of the backflip I did for Y/n, but it was still really funny.

"This sucks a—" Haz started as he gave up on trying, only to be cut off by Jacob.

"AH! MY BACK!" Jacob yelled as he attempted, and failed, a handstand.

I sat back and just continued to laugh at their efforts. I knew I shouldn't laugh but come on. I checked my phone and smiled when I saw Y/n had tagged me in a picture of her doing a backflip as well.

"Ooooh, does someone have a crush?" I quickly looked up at Haz, who was peering over my shoulder at my phone screen.

"No," I said bluntly, sliding my phone into my pocket. I over towards Jacob but Haz cut in front of me and ran to him, phone in hand.

"Hey Jacob, look at this girl!" Haz said, showing his screen to Jacob. I jogged to catch up, wanting to see who it was they were boggling over It's...Y/n. Of course.

"Isn't she hot?" Haz smiled at Jacob while I was getting madder by the second. I knew he could tell because I could feel my face growing red.

"Yeah, does she have a boyfriend?" Jacob asked, making me grab the phone and putting it in my other pocket, scowling.

"Woah, Tom! Chill, man," Jacob said, putting his hands up. I felt a vibration in my pocket.

"One second." I pulled out my phone and saw a text from Y/n. She wanted to talk to me. Oh no... Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

"What's wrong?" Haz asked, looking at me curiously.

"I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys later," I told them, giving back Haz's phone and leaving the building.

The next day, I woke up a bit nervous. I brushed my hair and teeth, checking my clothes for any wrinkles before I headed to set, looking for Y/n.

Y/N P.O.V.

I was in my trailer, sitting upside down, and thinking about Tom. Just, everything about him. His eyes, his smile, his hair. Am I being creepy?

I heard a knock on the door, and assumed it was Zenny. She was the only one to consistently come calling. "Z, just open the door. I found this really comfortable spot on the couch. I don't feel like getting up," I said, sinking further into the couch.

When the door opened, though, I saw Tom chuckling at me. Oh shoot! I fell off the couch and got up, dusting myself off.

"I thought you were my crazy best friend, sorry," I said, playing it off.

"It's fine. You said you wanted to talk, right?" he asked with a nervous smile.

"Well, yeah. You can sit down if you'd like," I told him, sitting on my couch.

"Sure. So, I'm guessing you wanted to talk about the kiss... er, kisses we had."

"Yeah... I just need to know. Was it a 'just in the moment' kiss? I completely understand if it is. I just want to know," I said, twiddling my thumbs.

"No, it meant... I definitely meant something to me, Y/n. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. Listen, when I said 'I like you' I meant it one hundred percent. I've been trying to figure out how I feel about you and me, and I think we're good together," he said, putting his hand over mine.

Tom leaned in and kissed me again, making my heart skip a beat. I kissed back, although I also blushed instantly. His hand ghosted over my cheek for a moment before he pulled back.

"Y/n, would you be my girlfriend?" he asked, locking his gaze with me. His eyes seemed to sparkle.

"But, your career is basically eighty percent fangirls. And didn't Marvel tell you in that meeting that being single would help your career? I'm not saying no... I want to say yes, more than you can imagine. But I don't want to ruin your career," I explained, a battle raging in me between heart and mind.

"What they don't know won't hurt them." Tom glanced around and smiled. "We don't need to tell anyone."

"I know... but can we keep a secret?"