Tom Holland Blurbs

starstruck (t.h.)

When Tom asked me to be his date to the Infinity War premiere, I think he expected me to freak out, but not the next morning. He and I were up late in his living room in London, spending time together on one of his few weeks off before the press tour that preceded the world premiere when he casually asked me what I was doing on April 27th.

"What the hell are you on about," I mumbled, half asleep and curled up in a ball of blankets and pillows in the corner of the couch while Tom played some video game I had no interest in. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with him while he was in town, I had missed my best friend terribly. I didn't want to go home quite yet and I knew if I fell asleep on his couch, Tom would have no problem letting me stay the night.

He paused the game and turned his head towards me, giving me a soft smile as he repeated himself.

"Got any plans on April 27th, Y/N?"

"Tom, I don't even know what we're having for breakfast tomorrow, I have no idea what I'm doing on April 27th, that's months from now," I laughed softly. "Why do you care about that specific date?"

"Be my date to the premiere," Tom said.

I blinked in the light of the frozen television screen.

I must be more tired than I thought.

"W-what? The premiere?" My sleep fogged mind couldn't connect the dots to figure out what Tom was asking me.

"Y/N," Tom was laughing now, amused at my genuine confusion. "The Infinity War premiere. The biggest event in the history of my career. I'm inviting you to be my date to it. Please? I know you like your privacy, but you're one of the most important people in my life and you know how nervous I get when it comes to these things and you're the best at calming m-"

"Tom," I said, finally feeling more awake. "Of course I will go with you, I'm honored that you even asked me. Are you sure you want me to go?"

"Of course, Y/N," he said, now with a wide lazy grin on his face as he leaned his head from where he sat on the floor back onto the couch to look at my small figure still wrapped up in blankets because I was always cold. Tom stared at me with a weird expression on his face, before abruptly turning back to his game, starting it back up, his fingers moving rapidly on the controller again.

"What?" I asked him, confused by the look he had given me. Sleep was starting to creep up on me again and I snuggled back into the couch cushions.

"Nothing, you're tired, get some sleep, you're fine to just stay here," Tom said distractedly.

The next morning, it hit me. I had agreed to attend one of the biggest events in the world, with some of the most famous people to ever exist. I shot up, almost falling into the coffee table and scaring the shit out of Tom whose head was right next to mine in the corner of the L-shaped couch.

"What? What's happening? Is something happening?" his voice was rough and deep from sleep as he looked around wildly.

"I'M GOING TO THE INFINITY WAR PREMIERE! OH MY GOD, TOM, I'M GOING TO THE PREMIERE," I shouted, tripping over the blankets I had wrapped myself in as I scrambled to get off the couch. I face planted awkwardly and kicked off the last of them and huffed in frustration.

"I know you are, Y/N, I do remember asking you last night," Tom groaned, irritated I had woken him up before noon while he was on break. He turned over on the couch trying to get comfortable again and fall back asleep. I nailed him in the back of the head with a pillow.

"Tom I have nothing to wear that's acceptable for a huge premiere! We have to go shopping!"

Tom groaned loudly but got up and went to take a shower and change without much protest.