The one and only (Tom Holland - new version)

Chapter 1

My two best friends - Halima & Astrid - and I shared an apartment in England, where we had been living together for 2 years. We lived in a small city called Lewes, just outside Brighton. On a usual day I'd babysit a kid called Benjamin, and afterwards work as a waitress in a restaurant named "The Blue Stone". Halima was a rich kid and did literally nothing all day. Boy, was I jealous. With Astrid it was different. She had a nice amount of money, however, she refused to use them and was always to be found at work someplace in town. Moreover, today was different.

We were leaving in an hour and multiple things were thrown out and about in panic and chaos. We were traveling to Italy to visit Halima's parents and to enjoy the summer holidays.

"Olive come on! We are going to be late if you don't move your ass!" Halima shouted angrily from the other room.

"We'll make it, okay!", I clenched my fists and sighed.

"Girls, don't start a fight," Astrid chuckled sweetly with slightly pink cheeks.

Survive the flight without vomiting, check. Endure my friends' jokes about me and planes, check. Claim my baggage, shit...

"Where's my bag?" I exclaimed trying to catch my breath.

Astrid and Halima searched for it, while I was about to explode. Me and losing stuff... not a good combo. I felt something wet on my cheek and quickly ran the back of my hand across it. It was safe to say, that I was a petty little loser who shouldn't be allowed out in society. Which sounded even pettier.

"I'm sorry Liv, we can't find it," Astrid shrugged. "Perhaps, we should report your suitcase missing?" Before I could answer, someone approached me with a pity smile.

"What's wrong honey? Can I help you?" The fairly handsome man questioned in a thick British accent. I was speechless. Lost in his beautiful blue eyes. Sparkling like the finest diamonds. Astrid coughed knowingly.

"My bag seems to be missing..." My eyes teared up again. Embarrassing.

"Oh, bollocks! That sucks big time," he grimaced. "I don't think I can help you, but I can ask one of the workers. If you want me too."

"Oh sorry, I thought you work-" Before I got the chance to finish the sentence, I threw up... Not just on the floor. On him. As the awful person I am, I ran to the bathroom as fast I could. Which probably wasn't the smartest move.

While puking, I was trying to find a good way to apologize to the guy. It was incredibly embarrassing, and as if wasn't enough, I found myself in the men's restroom. He was standing right next to me, trying to wash his shirt. With a smile on his face. The entire episode made me feel and sound like a pick-me-girl. Dang it. Shoot me, please.

"My name is Harrison," he said gently.

"I'm Olive..." I gulped. "I'm so sorry! Flying makes me terribly sick and does weird stuff to my stomach and-"

"It's okay!" He assured me with a grin. "You don't need to apologize. You can't control your body if it wants to... Y'know, vomit." He chuckled while drying his hands with paper towel.

"Well... I'm sorry anyway," I smiled apologetic. He was being awfully nice to a girl, who had literally just smothered him in - almost - digested oatmeal. Gross. Harrison took a step closer to me and I was once again caught by his sparkling eyes,

"I was wondering if I could get your number?" He said almost in a whisper. "It's okay if not! It's just because you seem like a really nice girl, and you're beautiful as well," he was fumbling with the words and looked down at his feet.

Once again, I was speechless. I was pretty much taken aback by his out-of-the-blue-question. Nevertheless, what could go wrong? Perhaps a little summer fling?

"Uh, sure thing."

*Harrison's POV*

Even though she vomited all over me, I felt a connection, which stupidly enough made me ask for her number. She looked surprised yet confused. Perhaps, she thought it was bad timing or simply an inappropriate question. Maybe I shouldn't have asked her.

"Uh, sure thing," she said, sort of like a question.

What a triumph, I thought and smiled wide.

This was both equally stupid and wonderful. It had definitely been quite some time, since last time I had been out on a date. Let alone with someone I actually found attractive. Exciting, I supposed.

As we went back to her friends, they instantly flooded her with the usual question, such as, 'Are you okay?', 'What happened?', and 'Do you need anything?'. She dismissed their questions and asked about her luggage instead. While she was talking to them, I couldn't help but notice the way her beautiful blonde hair framed her face and complimented her features.

Then I felt the stares. "Oh, right. I'm Harrison," I introduced myself and shook the girls' hands.

"I'm Halima and this is Astrid." The tanned girl replied with a smirk. What a friend group. All three were quite beautiful, and I was already in trouble.

"Where're you staying?" I asked.

"We're staying with my parents in Verona," Halima said, completely cutting Olive off. She tilted her head, as to ask me the same question. What an abnormal way to communicate.

I cleared my throat and retorted, "I'm staying with my mate, Tom."

"Oh, cool. Is he Italian?" Astrid interjected and sat down on a bench nearby.

"No, he's English like all of us. He's filming a movie here," someone smiled at me behind the girls, "... and wanted some company and an assistant. Obviously, as his best friend, I offered my assistance."

"Which movie?" Olive asked interested, her head slightly tilted.

"Spider-Man: Far From Home." I replied absentmindedly.

I saw the realisation hit the girls like a truck. Their jaws were on the floor, and I felt a bit amused mixed with the feeling of being a movie star's nobody-friend - again. Though, I was making a career for myself, and I knew it would be great. I was incredibly proud of Tom and loved watching him evolve, both personally and professionally. Nonetheless, being in his shadow could be tiring.

*Olive's POV*

A man walked up to us and stopped next to Harrison. He was short, yet taller than me. He gave me a small smile before whispering something in Harrison's ear. Turning to Halima, Astrid, and I, he said, "Hello darlings, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Tom!"

I introduced the girls and myself in a weak voice. I knew exactly who he was, and he was breathtaking. Clearly, Halima and Astrid thought the same, based on their burning cheeks. We were standing in front of Spider-Man! Holy mother of God.

"Harrison, is that him that's playing Spider-Man?" I whispered in Harrison's ear, just to make sure I wasn't swooning over a random guy. He just laughed and nodded. Embarrassing... Again.

"Olive, please call me Haz," Harrison whispered in my ear with a giant smile on his face. I just winked and nodded. Smooth, I thought and mentally facepalmed myself.

"Do you need a ride home?" Haz looked at me, still smiling wide.

"No, my parents will pick us up in 5 min," Halima answered rather reserved and looked elsewhere. I gave her a side-eye, which made her apologise as she was about to call her parents. Tom and Haz just smiled at us. Awkwardly. Silently.

"We need to go, but I'll call you one day, Olive," Haz said with a wink. I smiled at him, not knowing what to say. Yes, he was handsome, sweet, and clearly interested. But was I interested in him?

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