(EVENTS IN THIS CHAPTER COULD BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE RELATING WITH SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ, JUST GO TO THE NEXT CHAPTER AND ASSUME SHE DOESN'T LIKE OLIVER ANY MORE.)
It was Friday, and I was getting ready to get picked up by Oliver. I had put on a cropped yellow t-shirt that had hippie vibes, some jean shorts, and converse.
I put my hair into dutch braids and applied light makeup, not wanting to seem too basic. Too late for that, but whatever. I still look good.
My phone dinged and I saw it was from Tom.
my favorite
I don't trust Oliver
bella!!
ur probably just a jealous goob head
my favorite
I'm serious. Idk just got creepy vibes from him. Text me if anything goes wrong
bella!!
okay, i will. thx for caring
my favorite
❤️❤️
(A/N Some of y'all are probably like 'why aren't they dating yet wtf' and tbh i'm starting to question that too but whatever i gotta stick to my plot)
I was kind of concerned and weirded out by his text, but I figured he was most likely a little jealous. But I didn't let myself forget what he said.
My phone chimes again and I saw the text from Oliver.
oliver
Here! :)
I responded that I was coming and headed downstairs, texting my dad and mom that I'd be out.
Then I opened the front door and saw Oliver standing outside his car, a big smile on his face.
"Hey!" He greeted happily, looking me up and down once.
"Hello!" I said in the same manner.
He opened the car door for me and I hopped in.
"Thank you." I uttered and he nodded, a small smile on his face.
He hopped into the other side of the car and we drove off, nice music playing.
"So do you live in Malibu?" I asked him as we arrived. He didn't hurry around to open my door, but frankly that would've taken too long so I didn't care.
"No, I actually live in an apartment in LA. But the filming place is only, like, 15 minutes from it." He said and I nodded as we walked in.
We ordered the sandwiches and he was right, they were really freaking good. I wanted to order 5 more, but I had to hold back.
We walked out laughing about a childhood story of his. He seemed like a really great guy. We told each other about ourselves, though I didn't explain my childhood story.
He didn't question anything, so it was fine. We got back into his car and drove off. I thought we were going to go right back to my house, but he kept driving.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"I want to show you something." He said while driving, looking over and flashing me a quick grin.
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Where Is Home? ✦ T. Holland
Fanfictionyou'd think being robert downey jr.'s niece would be amazing. but when it gets you involved with tom holland, it turns out to be so much better.
