So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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Harry and Sam insisted on walking you home. What is it with the tenacity of the Holland boys? They just won't take 'no' for an answer. Mrs. Padworth peered out of her window as you hugged the twins goodbye. Did that bitch ever sleep? You gave her a little wave and a fake smile. She just closed the curtain in response.
You cleaned yourself up and crawled into bed. So, two more days without Tom. You'll be fine. Except you didn't work tomorrow, so you'd have to find something to occupy your time. Are you serious, Y/N?, your brain started in. Since when do you bide your time waiting for some guy? You thought about that for a moment. Pretty much never, was the answer. So why start now? Again, you found yourself conflicted over wanting to get more involved with Tom but maintaining your independence. It was possible, but your situation was a little different. If you had some sort of social circle, it might be easier, but real talk - when you weren't with Tom, you were alone. And although alone seemed like the best thing for you initially, now your feelings had changed.
"I guess that's progress?," you questioned yourself. It's not exactly healthy to want to detach yourself from people.
You thought about what Ma said, about university. Maybe it was time to figure out what you're doing with your life.
Later, you were woken up by your phone buzzing near your head. You groaned and pulled it to your ear and croaked, "Hello..."
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I know it's late there. I just had to talk to you," Tom's voice floated into your ear.
"You better be calling for some phone sex," you looked at your phone - 3a.m.
Tom gave a nervous laugh, "Um... can't say I've ever done that."
"It's overrated," you replied, rubbing your eyes and sitting up in bed.
"So the mile high club, eh?" you teased.
Tom lowered his voice, "I kept dozing off during the flight, then I'd dream about it and wake up to find you were not there. I was very disappointed at that." He gave a little growl after last sentence. The hairs stood up on the back of your neck. Wow, you thought, even thousands of miles away, he can do that to me.
"Do you miss having me in bed?" You asked, thinking of the article.
"Sure," he said slowly. He didn't catch on.
"Tom, did you say something about me to People.com?" you asked.
He paused for a second.
"Um, I don't think....so. What are you talking about?" He sounded lost.
"Go look for yourself," you said and waited.
A minute later, "Oh bloody hell," he sighed, "Yeah, that's pretty bad."
"So, you didn't say any of those things?" you asked, kind of relieved.
"Well, I did, mostly. But they were about Tessa."
You burst out laughing, "What?"
"Yeah, I mean, they did ask about you. They said, 'What's something you can tell us about your lady friend?' And all I said was that you were Spider-Man's biggest fan, honestly. Then I told them, if they really wanted to know about my lady friend, I could introduce them to Tessa and proceeded to gush about her, so to speak. They took everything completely out of context. I would never talk about you to the press like that. You're not my girlfriend, as you like to remind me constantly," he explained. There was a little bitterness in his tone when he said that last part.
You didn't really think he said those things in the first place, but it was nice to get confirmation. However, a part of you felt some sort of way about it, like, why wouldn't he want to gush about you? Also, the way he left and said goodbye like that - yikes! Maybe he forgot all about it. And now his girlfriend comment. Must we rehash that? You decided to ignore it.
"Sounds like a libel suit to me," you said, putting that old, comfortable legalese hat on.
"All these publications are like that," he said.
"It's going to get worse isn't it?," you asked quietly. The whole thing was bizarre as fuck to you. When he said he was an actor, you thought - okay. When he said he was Spider-Man, you thought - oh shit. When they asked for pictures with him, you thought - now this is weird. It's not going to let up.
"We'll just have to be careful. I don't want this to make you uncomfortable, Y/N. Please trust me when I say, I would never put you in a position where you didn't feel safe. I know you didn't sign up for this but it's part of the package."
"And what a nice package it is," you purred into the phone. Truth was, you indeed missed having him in your bed.
"Don't do that, Y/N," Tom whispered.
"If only you were here now...the things I'd do to you," you teased him seductively.
"Y/N, I'm surrounded by like 8 execs and we're about to head to dinner," his voice became even more hushed.
"But I'm so naked and so alone and I just want my Tiger inside of me," you cooed. You actually had a sweatshirt and boxers on but fucking WITH Tom Holland was nearly as fun as fucking him.
"Jesus, Y/N, I'm not going to be able to stand up," he begged. You could practically hear him sweating.
You burst out laughing,"Think about golf. That should do the trick."
He laughed too, "I should go. Sorry for waking you."
"I'm glad you did. I'll see you in a couple of days," you yawned.
"Alright. Get some sleep, darling." You hit end and slid back down under the covers, smiling widely. You had a tendency to do that after talking to him. There's no denying he made you happy. He pretty much checked all of your boxes. This whole fame thing, though. He was right-you didn't sign up for that. But he also didn't sign up for your own quirks and emotional baggage. You sign up for the whole lot when you love someone, right?
Love?!
Whoa....
Back up....
Flip it in reverse....
Let's try that again: You sign up for the whole lot when you ENTER INTO A RELATIONSHIP WITH someone. That's what you meant. Riiiiight.
You looked at your phone again. You were totally awake and wired now. You scrolled through some social media, looked at some photos. Then, your finger slid over to your browser. You'd been avoiding this since he dropped the Spider-Man bomb on you.
Are you all in, Y/N?, you asked yourself. You thought about his laugh, his goofiness, his curls, his kindness, his abs, his eyes, his generosity, his kisses, his strength, his touch....
Fuck yeah, I'm all in, you thought.
You opened Google, took a deep breath and typed, "Tom Holland."
