HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Love Yourself (Part 2) // Tom Holland

Pairings: Tom Holland + Reader

Description: Reader leans toward her friend and finds comfort in a Starbucks Barista named Tom.

Warnings: Strong language (a few curse words)! 

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"Why do I hate myself?" I grunted, my back sore from the awkward sleeping position I managed to put myself in last night.

"Please don't speak." Ivy pulled the blanket over her head trying to shield the very minimal light that fled through the curtains. I looked around our living room, we must have decided the stairs wouldn't have been a good idea last night. I held my head and felt it throb under my palm.

"I'm going out for coffee, do you want any?" Ivy groaned in response and waved me out the door.

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"Can I get two, uh, large? Yeah, large white chocolate mocha's? Iced."

"They're called Venti's."

"Right, yeah," I nodded at him half-heartedly as I couldn't help the small smile growing on my face the longer I looked at him.

He smiled at me and nodded his head. "Name?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your name? You know, for the coffees."

"Oh, yeah," I felt my face get a little warm from embarrassment, "(Y/N)."

"Cute. Just like you."

I put my head back down to hide my smile, searching for my debit card as he scribbled my name on the cup. "Cute. Is this how you hope to get more tips?" He looked up suddenly, his eyes as wide as his smile. I smiled back before taking out my debit card, "Tom, is it?" I asked, looking at his nametag then looking up at him catching him nod, "Can you, like, charge me already? I've got a major hangover and I'd love to get my coffee sometime this morning." His face flushed a pale pink before telling me that I could swipe, asking if I wanted the receipt but I waved him off and walked toward the back, waiting for my name to be called.

I got a phone call from Jeff but I declined it while rolling my eyes. Nothing he said could make what he did go away.

"I've got two Venti's for a very cute girl who doesn't tip very well?"

I kept my eyes on my phone, ignoring the name until it was called a second time, this time with a slight cough at the end. I looked up seeing the guy who took my order smiling at me, holding two cups with my name sprawled messily across it.

"Oh, was that 'cute girl' compliment meant for me? You're adorable." I said, grabbing them from him, placing them on the counter and grabbing two straws.

"That's what I was going for." He winked at me and I smiled in return, grabbing the drinks again and walking out of the coffee shop and to my car.

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"Who's Tom and why does he want me to call him?"

"What?" I walked over to Ivy and sat on her bed.

"Tom wrote his number on this cup along with a 'use it sometime'. Is he cute?"

"I think that's my cup. He was the barista at Starbucks." She looked at me more intently until I rolled my eyes and answered her question, "Yes, he's cute." She hummed and handed me her cup while I handed her mine.

"You better use that number." I snorted as I watched her make her way toward the kitchen. I pulled out my phone, taking the number down, just in case I did decide to use it.