Over the next few weeks you had grown closer to Tom, though you were still friends, and he wasn't home often. But he had given you his number.
...
You had Tom Holland's personal number.
The day you got it, you went back to you apartment and squealed. You'd never been happier.
Still convinced this was a dream, you occasionally laughed to yourself at your luck.
'I can't believe I'm friends with Tom Holland.'
Though, one night, while watching Friends (you both loved that show), he suddenly paused it and turned to you.
"Hey, y/n?" He asked. You could tell he was a bit nervous.
"Yeah? What's up?" You asked, a bit concerned and confused.
"I've been meaning to tell you this for like a week or so but-" He paused.
"What is it?" You asked, now more concerned.
"I-I...I'm spider-man," He said, bursting out into laughter.
You couldn't help but to do the same.
"Very funny," You replied after you stopped laughing. "You had me worried!"
"I'm sorry," He replied, still laughing a bit in that lovely voice of his. "That's not really what I wanted to tell you, though."
"Well, what did you want to tell me then?"
"I-.. sorta have feelings for.. you." You were taken aback, and your eyes went wide.
"Holy sh-" You said out loud before covering your mouth in embarrassment and looking away.
'OKAY THERE'S NO WAY THIS ISN'T A DREAM NOW,' You thought to yourself, about to pass out.
Blushing profusely, you looked back at him. He had that perfect smile of his placed on his lips.
"Want to go out for lunch tomorrow or something..?" He asked, sort of blushing. It was very cute.
"L-Like on a d-date?" You managed to get out.
You were still too shocked to even really process anything.
"Yes, darling. Like on a date."
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Apartments
Fanfiction{Completed} This is about how when you move to London, you get an apartment there, only to realize that your apartment was next to Tom Holland's. Over time you become friends, and a little while after that he asks you out. Basically, you end up dat...
