In A Movie (Tom Holland)

p r e m i e r e p a r t t w o//r e a l l i f e

After a long time of preparing for the premiere, we were finally ready. It was already 5:30, and we were behind because we were supposed to leave at 5:20.

"Can you drive any slower?" Val complained, flopping back farther into her seat. The limo driver glanced back at her once before closing the window between us. "Ugh, I'm such a horrible manager."

"We know," I joked, "who cares if we're a little late; almost everyone here is for Robert and Chris."

Boy was I wrong. I stepped out of the limo, and it erupted into cheers, and when Tom came out, my ears nearly bled. I guess not everyone was here for Robert and Chris after all. When I got on the carpet, I stood beside Val, smiling through the flash of lights.

"I'm going to go blind and deaf from all of this," she said through smiling teeth.

"Same," I responded.

"Catherine, Tom; can we get a picture with you two?" One woman asked.

Tom looked at me, and I left Val's side to be by him. I stood beside him, and he put an arm around my waist. "Would you look at that; we're matching," he commented with a smile.

I grinned, just now seeing his plum jacket. "You did that on purpose didn't you?"

He laughed, looking down. "And why would I do that?" Tom joked.

"Why would my boyfriend, that nobody knows is my boyfriend, want to match with me secretly?" I mumbled.

Tom laughed, and we continued walking down the carpet, his arm still around my waist. An interviewer managed to snag us quite quickly before we could get very far.

"Good evening, you two," he smiled, creepily glancing down at my chest, causing my stomach to knot and my heart beat quick out of fear, "Tom, I see you're wearing the sexy Catherine on your arm tonight."

"I'm not wearing her, I'm actually wearing this suit," Tom says with a frown.

"No I mean, she's with you here tonight as your's," he says again, making me look at Tom with some anger in my eyes.

"She's not mine, she's here for herself with her best friend, Valentina," he corrected.

"But she's a woman, so she has to be with a man, otherwise she doesn't have any worth."

"I have worth with and without a man, thank you very much," I snap.

The man looked at me incredulously. "Do you just have something against nice guys?"

I furrowed my brows at the man. "I have nothing against nice guys, I just have a problem with not nice guys."

"You dated Bryson Gayman awhile ago, and treated him like dirt. No nice guy in their right mind would ever be with you," the reporter shot back at me.

"Bryson Gayman isn't a nice guy. He was with me for publicity and sex, and I only gave him the publicity that he wanted without my knowledge, and I'll have you know I am with a very nice guy that doesn't care for either of those things, and he supports women like the way they should." I glared at the man, crossing my arms.

"And where is this nice guy you speak of?" He inquires, obviously not believing me.

Before I could say anything, Tom readjusted his grip on my waist and spoke up for the first time in awhile. "I'm right here, thanks for asking." He smiled tightly at the man. "This interview is over."

"It's over when I say it's over," he snaps, "and I'm not going to be told no by two non-Americans."

"You're going to be told no by anyone that says no!" I yell, causing a few people to look over at us.

He was about to say something else, when I felt a hand touch my arm. I turned and saw Chris was beside us, looking from Tom and I to the interviewer. "Is there a problem here?"

"No," the guy spoke.

Chris looked at me, and I nodded, giving the man a scolding look. "There is a problem. He's being rude and disrespectful."

Chris frowned, turning his head and holding a hand in the air. "Security!" He called.

"You can't call security on me!" He announced.

"Well, I just did. Consider yourself fired from your job, too," Chris snaps, which shocked me. I've never seen Chris angry like this before, and he didn't even know what was going on.

The security came and took the man away, while he was yelling strings of curses at us. Chris pulled Tom and I aside, cameras still flashing at us.

"Are you guys alright?" He questioned.

I nodded. "Just pissed."

"That guy was a dick," Tom added.

I felt familiar arms wrap around me, and I quickly hugged her back. "I heard what happened, are you alright?" Valentina asked.

I nodded again. "Yeah I'm fine."

"Did you kick his ass?" She questioned again.

"Unfortunately no. I should have, though."

"Come on, the movie's fixing to start," Harrison said.

I grabbed Tom's hand, and I ignored the flashes and commands from people as we walked down the carpet and into the theatre. Once we were hidden from the cameras, I kissed Tom quickly. "Thank you for standing by me."

"Always, darling."

I threw my arms around him, my thoughts still buzzing from the irking interview. "You saved me back there, tommy, thank you."

"I'm here to be your knight and shining armor, and I'm staying for good." He grabs my hand again. "Come on, we're gonna miss the movie."

I was a little upset when I found out Tom and I weren't sitting beside each other. I sat down at my seat beside Valentina, slightly thankful I was on the end. I reclined my chair, allowing myself to get comfy in the chair.

"This is awesome," Valentina said, "I'm gonna get some popcorn."

"Get me some!" I told her, causing some of my co-workers to turn and look at me.

I waved slightly, looking back at the screen. It was early on in the movie, mostly just Chris talking. I tried to focus, but it was hard when all I could think about was Valentina bringing me popcorn. She set the popcorn down in my lap before sitting back down.

"Thank you," I whispered, looking at her only to see that it was actually Tom, "tommy."

"Hey, love." He lifted up the arm rest that separated us, so I scooted into him, laying my head on his chest. Tom played with my hair, which made it especially hard to focus on the movie.

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to Tom whispering in my ear. "Look, darling, it's us."

I open my eyes, looking at the screen. It was at the airport fight, where Tom and I had to fight it off.

"Look, man, I don't want to fight you, but I will. You're like my biggest hero! minus Mr. Stark," Peter says behind the Spider-Man suit.

"Tony May be a hero, but he has poor judgment. He needs a leader to follow behind, someone like Steve," Arya says, causing Robert to boo at the screen.

"Is there any way we can like call a truce between us? No fighting each other?" Peter inquires.

Arya thinks for a second before shrugging. "Sure." She goes to shake his hand, and he falls for it, so she flips him over her shoulder, slamming him into the ground before blinking off the screen.

"Oh come on, I thought we were friends!" Peter complained.

"That was my favorite day of filming," I grinned from the thought.

"You enjoy hurting me?" Tom questioned, feigning hurt.

"No, you idiot. That's the day I realized that the feelings I had for you were real."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"Because you love me," I grin.

He kissed my lips, a smile forming at his mouth. "I do love you."