Boyfriends and Reporters

Part Four

 Tonight, you were getting a personal inside tour at Marvel Studios, the guide none other than Tom Holland. You've told nobody so far of your connection with the actor, and both of you preferred to keep it a secret. It wasn't a dream of yours to write an article about yourself in the near future, because you knew firsthand how vulture-like reporters could be. But you did like to mess with Tom sometimes by hinting about an unknown love interest.

It was the middle of the night, just like on your first date. That is, if you could call your first meeting a date. Nobody was on set anymore, except for some guards at the gates and some late working producers. Not that they really paid attention to you, they were all too tired from a whole day working and the only thing they wanted was to finish and go home. But that just made it easier for Tom to show you everything without being seen.

"This is where we're mostly at." He showed you a big, almost empty room with green walls.

You were amazed. "Are you serious? How can you even properly act in this room?" How could he identify with his character without anything around him, except for some cameras and directors who were yelling what he needed to do and what he had to say.

Tom laughed that adorable laugh, the one you secretly fell in love with. Again, it didn't fail to make your heart skip a beat. "Just a lot of imagination, I guess. And it's easier when you're suited up and you're surrounded by other actors, I can tell you that." He leaned closer to you. "Maybe next time I could invite you to come during filming hours, then you can see what I mean and you can write a new article about it. Would you like that?"

Your eyes started twinkling. "That would be amazing!" You smiled at him. "Thanks, Tom."

He chuckled, putting his hands defensive in the air. "Don't thank me yet, darling, I have no idea if the producers are going to let you come. But I'll let you know."

You never got enough of those little nicknames he called you. Mostly darling or sweetheart, and you would mockingly reply with Tommyboy. You loved teasing one another, sometimes even the occasional flirting, but you knew for him it was just that. He called you one of his best friends, so you should already be lucky you had a place in his heart. Even though maybe it wasn't the place you wanted.

Tom turned, leading you somewhere else, but you weren't really paying attention anymore. Your head was at that special place in his heart, and to be more specific, who it was reserved for. You felt like you had to know, so your reporter skills took it over.

"Tom?"

He turned his head to look at you, but just kept walking.

"Yes, darling?"

You felt nervous, all of a sudden. "Is there someone you are in love with? Or someone you have a crush on?"

He narrowed his eyes, confused. You quickly added: "Not for my articles! More so that I can lead my colleagues away from the right girl. I don't want to accidentally expose your crush for the whole world." You were playing with the hem of your skirt, looking at the floor. Now he would know for sure you felt something more for him. Stupid, stupid.

You didn't see how his eyes softened when he looked at you. "There maybe is someone, but I don't think you risk exposing her."

Your stomach dropped. "There is? I mean, who is it?" The better question was, did you really want to know?

He smiled at you, then turned again and started climbing the stairs you hadn't seen until now. He called over his shoulder: "What are you prepared to do for that information?"