Tom Holland ➳ Imagines & Headcanons

10. Password Secret

Pairings: tom holland x reader

Synopsis: A special late-night phone call escalated into something completely different.

Prompt: "Why is that your password".

Word count: A solid 2.3k

Author's note: So I just got back from Estonia with my orchestra, and I'm finally writing again! sorry for the long breaks. Anyway, this is for @noir-spiderr 's 3k Writing Challenge.

Warnings: Hmm, a lot of dialogue. And probably crappy writing...and a lot of strong language and curse words.

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"Ah shit!" a stressed Tom Holland shouted. "My wifi-connection just disappeared."

" Fuck, I really need the script for my call with Rachel." The brit glanced at his phone in disbelief.

"Why don't you use mobile data?" Harrison, his blue-eyed best friend suggested.

The two mates currently sat at a cafe in Singapore, hiding from the press. In the process of hiding, Tom remembered that he had a phone call with one of the producers of the next film he was cast in, Beneath A Scarlet Sky. He was supposed to discuss the script and dates for principal photography with the producer.

"Another country my mobile data network doesn't work. I can only call people." Tom put his phone on the table as he took a sip from his iced tea from the cafe. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Sorry. You know I never bring my phone if we're only going out eating lunch. Besides, what's the problem, haven't you already read the script before?" Harrison excused.

"Err, I might have or not read the script..."

"What the fuck Tom?" Harrison said in disbelief. "I literally gave you the script in paper-version two weeks ago, you div."

"I know. I've just been so, ehm, so busy lately. I kinda forgot it." The heat from the big city made it hard for Tom to not sweat. Due to the current situation, Tom couldn't stop thinking of potentially lose the part in the movie. "Fuck. Rachel's gonna call soon."

The hot weather in the south-west Asian country was a big contrast to the weather in England. He had spent the last days of break, before going on a press tour, with his friends and family.

"Ah shit, I even forgot to transfer the script to my google docs. It's in my Mac...in London." As the problem couldn't get worse, he would have no access to the script even if he found a place with free wifi.

"You're such an idiot Tom." Harrison sighed.

"Hey, you're the PA. Shouldn't you help me out with stuff like this?" Tom asked while trying to figure out a plan.

"Man, I only came with you since I wanted a vacation. I left all my stuff at the hotel - which is 30 minutes walk away," he answered as he took a long sip of iced coffee. "But if the script is at home, maybe we can get someone to log in on your Mac and send it to you?"

"Haz! That's a great idea!" Tom exclaimed, getting a little faith. "What the hell, man. When did you become so smart?"

"You dickhead! I've always been the smarter one." Harrison replied as he laughed.

"Who should I call? The twins are out of town, mum and dad are visiting my aunt." Tom listed up all possible people who could help him out.

Tom's eyes widened. "Fuck. The only person who lives close and is possibly available is Y/N."