Do You Think I'm Okay? t.f. x reader

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I gather my things, which isn't much today. I just had my phone and my sweater. I looked around the set, trying to find Tom so we could leave. It's Friday, the last day this week that we will be able to rehearse together. Well, until next week of course, but we're both busy people, so anything could happen or come up. My eyes finally landed on him, well his back, really. He was facing away from me, talking to Emma and Daniel as his arm was wrapped around Willow's waist. I rolled my eyes, their PDA starting to take a kick at my nerves. There wasn't a day that went by where they weren't either kissing, holding each other, or some other displays of affection. I'm gonna' be honest, it was starting to take more and more of a toll on me every day.
I walked up to the group, stepping in between Daniel and Tom. They all looked at me, the group welcoming me. Besides for Willow of course, who seemed rather infuriated by my actual existence on this planet Earth. "Hello Y/N." Daniel smiled down at me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. It was a friendly gesture, but by the face Tom was making, he didn't take it as one, and didn't enjoy it. I don't know why he has a problem with it when at that exact second, his own arm was wrapped around that she-devil he calls a girlfriend. Boys, am I right?
"We ready to leave, Tom?" My head turning to look up at Tom, his facial expression softening as we made eye contact. "Yup. Are you?" He asked, eyeing my sweater I had wrapped around my arms. "Mhmm, whenever you wanna' leave, we will." I smiled at him before turning back to Daniel, reentering the conversation he was having with Emma.
As I leaned my head against Daniel, I saw Tom flinch in the corner of my eye. "Y/N, I'm ready, let's go." Tom concluded quickly as he turned to Willow, placing a chaste kiss on her lips while grabbing my hand, tugging me away from Daniel and the rest of the group. "Uh-- Okay, bye guys!" I called to the group as Tom's grip tightened, dragging me out of the set and to my car. The driver opened the door, Tom releasing me so I could get in first. Once everyone had gotten in, we started our drive to my house. Surprisingly, this drive was quiet and unsettling, unlike all the other drives we had taken that week, which were delightful and kindhearted. I looked out the window, thinking of what I could say or ask Tom about what the bloody hell just happened, without offending him or making him mad. I turned my head to glance at him, his eyes glued to the scenery that we passed. I slowly brought my hand over to his that was loosely placed on the car seat. As my hand touched his, his hand flinched slightly. I gently intertwined our fingers, my thumb rubbing the back of his hand soothingly. At this point, he hadn't looked at me, not even a glance, so I decided to scoot over beside him, our bodies touching. As slowly as I did with my hand, I placed my head on his shoulder. This time, to my pleasure, he didn't flinch. A few seconds passed by and he finally gave up, sighing deeply and placing his head on top of mine. I hoped he only thought of it as a friendly gesture, a kind way to soothe him, but really on the inside, my heart was pounding and my emotions coursed through my veins.
The car came to a sudden stop, the driver getting out and opening the door for Tom and I. Tom nicely got out, making sure not to hurt me. I had trouble getting out again, like I do every time, so Tom smiled at my clumsiness as he reached for my hand again, pulling me out gently.
Opening my door, I walked in and heard chopping coming from the kitchen area. I placed my sweater on the coat hanger, looking at Tom with a smile that said, 'you know what to do.' I walked to the kitchen, immediately seeing William chopping carrots and other vegetables. "Hello mistress." William addressed me kindly without needing to turn around. "Hello William. What are you making?" I asked him as I walked over beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Soup." He replied with a shrug. I nodded, walking into the front room to see Tom looking at different pictures I had beside the fireplace. "We can go upstairs and start, if you'd like. We're almost done practicing the first half of the movie." I smiled as I walked over to him, looping my arm through his. He just made a noise, letting me know he agreed. I released his arm, walking up the stairs to my room. I went in, immediately going over to where we kept the scripts. I brought them out, flipping them to the scene we left off on. As I skimmed the lines, my cheeks flushed red. This scene has a kissing part in it.
Were we gonna' rehearse that?
Were we gonna' kiss right now as we practiced?
What if he's disgusted?
What if he doesn't like kissing me and switches roles?
My thoughts were thrown out the window as Tom entered my room, an eyebrow raised once he saw my flustered face. "What's wrong?" He asked, pure concern dripping from his tone. "No-Nothing.. It's just, it's just this scene that we're about to rehearse has a.. Has a kissing scene in it." I spat out, trying to contain my stuttering. His eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly. A soft "Oh." left his lips as he stared at the script. "We don't have to rehearse this part, we can just wait and--" "No, we have to rehearse it. It's apart of the movie too." He cut me off, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. "Okay.." I mumbled as I handed him his script, already turned to the page. His eyes skimmed the page as well, making sure it was actually that scene. A sigh left his throat as he found it, his eyes turning to look at me. "It's your starting line." He said softly. I nodded, exiting my room, pretending that it was now Noah Franklin's office.

I opened the door slowly, peeking in to look at Tom, who was now sat on my bed, flipping through the pages of the script pretending that it was a file. "Sir, you wished to see me?" I asked softly, entering the make-shift office carefully. He looked up, his eyes instantly softening at the sight of me. "Yes, Miss Redwood, I did." He smiled, leaning back slightly. I entered quietly, closing the door softly behind me. "What is it sir?" I smiled questioningly at him as I walked towards him, standing in front of the table that he had pulled towards him, acting like it was his desk. "I've been recently getting complaints from my other workers. Specifically male workers." He said calmly, placing both of his hands on the table/desk. My face turned into shock, my eyebrows furrowing as I thought about what I could've done wrong. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't understand. I haven't done anything wrong, if anything I've been quite nice to the people here." I said quickly, sharpening my words in a defensive manor. "I agree, Miss Redwood. You haven't done anything in the slightest bit wrong, knowingly." He finished slowly. My head snapped towards him. "What do you mean 'knowingly'? I think I would know if I did something wrong!" I exclaimed, confusion and anger filling my voice. Tom leaned forward, his face emotionless. "Calm down Miss Redwood, let me explain. You haven't been outwardly rude or committed any crimes here, you've just been.. Distracting." Tom smiled a mischievous smile, his eyes lighting up with devilish intentions. "W-What? What do you mean?" I placed my hands on the table, leaning forward to show a little cleavage, like I would in the movie. "You're distracting my male workers, Miss Redwood. Like the things you wear, how your body moves, how you lean over every 0.5 seconds while you're in a tight clad skirt. You're doing it right now, for Christ's sake." He sighs aggressively, trying to get the thoughts out of his head and regain focus. "I know these are all unintentional movements, and you must not think too much of it because of your clear confusion right now, but I must inform you, I agree with my workers. You are distracting, even to.. Even to me." Tom stood up, walking slowly around the table to me. I leaned back, straightening my posture as I turned to him. "Even to you, sir?" I questioned as I blushed, Tom stepping towards me to where our chests were touching. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, our faces moving closer and closer together. Before our lips touched, my eyes closed and we stopped moving forward. "Even to me." He finishes before pushing his lips onto mine. Sparks flew in between our moving lips, fireworks and butterflies corrupting my stomach. Our lips moved in sync. Tom's arms wrapped around my waist tightly, pulling me into him more. My arms went up his chest, wrapping themselves loosely around his neck. We parted slightly for breath, our foreheads against one another's.

Then, with our eyes still closed and our cheeks tinted pink, we both smiled.