In A Movie (Tom Holland)

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"And cut!" Joe announced, "that's a wrap for today, Holland, Russmann. Return the suits and then rehearse your lines for tomorrow."

I sighed in relief and jumped off the prop I was standing on. The crew came over and began removing all the wires from me, and across the room, I saw they were doing the same with Tom.

Since Tom had less wires on him, he finished first and came over beside me, waiting patiently for the crew to take the rest off of me, which made my hands begin to sweat. Since we began filming, I had developed a crush on the English boy, and it was relatively hard for me to mask my emotions.

When they had finally finished removing the wires, Tom immediately swooped in, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, causing me to blush. "What do you say we go get milkshakes?"

I smiled and nodded. "Sounds great. Let me just change and call my mom, then we can go."

He grinned back at me. "Sounds like a plan."

We walked together in silence all the way to our dressing rooms, his arm still over my shoulder. "See you in twenty minutes," he said once we got to my dressing room, then he walked off to his a few doors down.

I walked in the room, where Valentina was waiting with some of the crew, discussing the run down for tomorrow, which will be the last major scene I have to shoot.

The moment they saw me walk in, they began to swarm me. "Okay okay, so your character's signature red shade is this one," the makeup artist swatches the lipstick on my hand, "but it's not smudge proof, and these are the two closest reds that are smudge proof are this and this." She swatched two more, "which do you like better?"

"I don't know, Val, which one?" I shoved my hand in her direction.

She pointed at the last one. "It goes better with your skin tone."

The makeup artist nodded and left the room, waving the tube of lipstick while talking to herself. The rest of the crew left, and then it was just me and Val in the room. "Why do they need to know which one I like better? Why can't we use the non-smudge one?"

She gave me a strange look. "For tomorrow's scene the non-smudge one won't work, you know that."

I stripped down to my undergarments and tossed the suit in some random pile of clothes. "Ugh. Are they going to have me eating on camera again? I look so bad doing that."

I quickly pulled on a grey marvel tank top and Nike shorts, her watching me cautiously as I slid on a pair of white nike running shoes. "What?" I asked.

"You realize you're going to be making out with Tom tomorrow, right?" She smirked at me.

"Was!?" I nearly shouted, instantly covering my mouth as soon as it came out. (What)

She laughed loudly, falling back onto the black couch. "That was priceless. I wish I had that on video."

"You're joking, right?" I felt my face, feeling how red hot it felt. My stomach felt like a butterfly garden had moved in.

She shook her head. "It's in the script. If you bothered to read it." Valentina tossed it at me nonchalantly, shrugging.

I grabbed it, rifling through it so quickly I couldn't feel my shaking hands. My eyes quickly scanned over tomorrow's scene, and I found that she was right. I had to make out with Tom.

"I'm going to faint," I commented, falling back beside her on the couch, "and I still have to call Mia before we go get shake- oh my god I'm getting shakes with him! How long have I been here?!"

She looked at her phone. "About thirty minutes."

A quiet scream erupted from my mouth, and I ran to the door. The second I opened it, I slammed into a solid figure, causing me to fall to the floor. I look up, seeing Tom looking down at me with his sweet brown eyes, extending a hand to help me up. I gladly took it, and when he pulled me to my feet, I was pulled forward to where we were inches apart.

I blushed, seeing him looking down at my lips. "I was starting to think you forgot about me."

"How could I?" I smirked back at him.

"This is so adorable," Val announced.

"When are they going to date?" I heard Mia's voice announce in German.

I turned around to look at her, seeing she was on skype with my sister. "I really hate you both. Truly."

Tom laughed. "Milkshakes?"

I grinned widely. "Wouldn't dream of anything else."