What You Don't Know - A Tom Holland Fic (WIP)

Chapter 4

"C'mon, D. Live a little!" Tom whines at me.

"No! We'll get in trouble."

"Nah! I've done this before."

"Holland. No." I shake my head.

"Why not?"

"Why don't you just get a PA to get it for you?"

"Because I need to get out of here! Stretch my legs, get some fresh air!"

"We can't just leave in full costume. Especially these costumes." I gesture between us. We are both clad in bathing suits, for a scene meant to take place in a pool house, with nothing but robes covering us during our break.

"We'll snag some sweats, we'll be fine!"

"You're a horrible influence, you know that?"

"C'mon!"

"No."

"Pleeeeaassssee!"

"You're a child!"

He gets down on his knees in front of me and begs me, actually begs me.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"

"FINE!" I break. "Fine! We can go."

"Fantastic!" He grabs my wrist and begins leading me towards the door of the sound stage and outside into the afternoon sun. "Trust me. I did this once during the filming for Spider-man. No one will even notice we're gone."

We stop by his trailer and he throws me a pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie. I pull them over my swimsuit and try to ignore how great the sweatshirt smells. Like deodorant, sweat, and him. He hands me a pair of sunglasses and begins leading me towards a side entrance of the studio. When we reach a hidden door in the wall, I spot Easton standing guard. He opens the door when he sees us.

"Are you his accomplice?" I ask.

"Maybe. Mind taking my Starbucks order this time?"

"Not a chance buddy." I say, patting him on the shoulder on the way out.

"So hard to find good help these days." He mumbles under his breath as he begins to shut the door. "You have an hour before anyone notices you're gone. Better hurry up." Easton winks at me, and I duck my head, blushing.

Tom and I walk through the parking lot and to the street with our heads down. No one seems to notice us and I can't help but smile from the adrenaline rush. When I was working on Stained Glass Sky, I was terrified to step out of line. Scared if I made a single mistake, I'd be fired and blacklisted from any other film. But when I'm with Tom, I feel untouchable. Like a superhero. Ironic, isn't it?

We reach the coffee shop that's about three blocks from the studio, on the corner of a busy street. We lay low as we enter the crowded establishment. We get in line and Tom faces me, almost chest to chest. I feel my face heat up.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

"It's okay."

"Shut up, you love this."

I shrug passively before my mouth betrays me and I break into a huge smile.

"Ahah! Knew it."

"Shut up." I bump him with my elbow and he smiles at me, lowering his glasses a bit, allowing me to see his brown eyes. I bite my lip. He looks like he's about to say something.

"Next!" The barista at the register calls.

"What do you want? It's on me." He says, heading towards the counter.