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

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The plane lands hours later in Maine. We are escorted to a black SUV and driven to our hotel. The hotel is about a half an hour away from where we will be filming, but the town is quiet and quaint. The hotel is one of the nicest places I have ever stayed. There's a balcony, a huge television and bed, and probably my favorite part, a huge jet tub in the bathroom. I didn't even know hotel rooms could have something like that, but then again, I did grow up middle class, staying in shady motels and camping when on family vacations.

Tom is staying next door to me and just as I start unpacking, I hear him knocking on my door.

"We should go explore." he says.

"Oh, because the last time we went AWOL it worked so well in our favor?" I return to my room and gesture for him to follow. He sits on the bed next to my suitcase and watches me unpack.

"Ahh, but this time, we have permission to leave. And a bodyguard tailing us. Plus this town is mostly filled with old, retired people who couldn't give two shits about a teen romance being filmed here."

"And you know that how?"

"I don't. I'm just assuming."

"Well, you see, my assumption was that this town is just teeming with young, beautiful, east coast, beach town girls, just waiting to mob Mr. Spider-Man over here."

"Delia, I promise, that won't happen again. Come on. We can go get some coffee or ice cream, walk by the lake. It will be fun."

I pull out a black dress I packed. I'm not sure why I packed it, seeing as I'll be working in the Maine wilderness for the next month or so, but I brought it nonetheless. It's a flowy, backless dress, that shows a lot of skin. More skin than I'm used to showing but this dress does wonders for my figure. I can see Tom eyeing the thing, as I hang it in my closet.

"Why'd you bring that?" he asks.

"Just in case."

"In case of what? In case you meet a young, hot, beach town boy?" I know he's joking but my mind can't help but wonder if there's a hint of jealousy in his voice.

'No. Just in case." I shrug and continue to unpack. Tom lays back on the bed and flips through the room service menu. When the last of my clothes are put away, he immediately sits up and begins putting on his shoes, which I guess he kicked off at some point.

"Lets go!"

I groan. "Tom, I'm way too tired and-"

"Nope. No excuses!" He hands me my sneakers and purse. "We're going!"

I slump onto the bed and lie back, moaning. "Why?"

Tom grabs one of my legs and forces my foot into the shoe, like I'm a toddler, before making a move for the other one. "Because! Now, get up you big baby."

I roll off the bed, making a scene, but knowing full well there is no fight here. Tom is adamant about going to town, and I don't think there's anything that could possibly change his mind.

When we reach the lobby, there is a bodyguard standing by. He lets us exit first, before following at a casual distance. Tom wears a baseball cap and I put a pair of sunglasses on, hoping this is enough to deter any attention that may come our way.

We walk for a bit before coming up to a small coffee shop. We enter, and the escort sits outside.

"I owe you an iced latte." Tom states. "Find us a table?"

"Okeydokey." I say.

I chose a spot by the window, which gives us a view of the street. So far, no one in the small shop has so much as looked in our direction, so I begin to relax a bit. It does help having a guard standing outside, waiting for us.