The Babysitting Job ~ Tom Holland x Reader

9 • There Are Two Types of Trailers

Your POV

The car is hot.

Extremely hot.

You fan yourself with your hand as you glance around the car. Everyone else seems like they're on the verge of death, except Jessie. Your thighs are getting sickly sweaty, and you can only thank god you didn't wear shorts today. You experienced the painful ripping noise of your thighs against the hot, leather seats.

"Jessie, I'm convinced you're a lizard person." You say, giving him a sideways glace. He snorts in amusement. Tom looks at you utterly, and completely confused.

"Why do you think that?" Jessie asks wiping a tear from his eye. He rolls down his window, filling the car with cool air and noise as well. You have to shout for anyone to hear you.

"You never seem to be tired and this car is thirty degrees, you're not even breaking a sweat!" You exclaim, Haz claps his hands in laughter.

"I agree," he says. "Jessie, is there something you're not telling us?"

Jessie doesn't answer, instead he just looks out the window.

"Ah ha! We got him!" Jacob exclaims.

"So when did you escape from Area 51?" You ask, leaning your chin on your hand. You quirk your eyebrow up for special affect.

"It's simply because I've lived in this type of heat all my life! It doesn't bug me at all, and besides, directors don't get much sleep anyways." Jessie says chuckling. He points to where the driver is headed. Six white trailers sit on an empty lot in the middle of London. Somthing quite hard to come by.

"We're here?" You ask. "Already?"

"(Y/N), it's literally a ten minute car ride from our last hotel." Harry says, clearly amused. He unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out of the car. It's not exactly a car, more like a super nice van that looks like a car.

"Oh shut up you wanker, I don't wanna' hear it."

"Oi!"

You let a giggle escape from your lips as Tom hands you your suitcase. Don't look at his muscles, don't look at his muscles, don't look at his muscles- Ah, shit. He clearly saw you looking. Double shit.

"Like what you see darling?"

You scoff. "You wish Holland."

"Oh, I do."

Did he really mean that? Or was it another playful joke, as usual?

You give him a quick eye roll as he hands you your other suitcase, purse, and backpack. You moved out of the way so the others can grab their luggage. You take a look around.

To your left is a massive studio, stage thirty four written in big bold letters on the side. Bright lights are being wheeled around, and everyone seems to be on set already.

To your right are six white trailers looming over you. You suck in a deep breath as the other boys turn to you. You smile and grab your bags, ready to roll them out.

"Okay so," Jessie begins. "I'll first lead you to your guys' trailers. We'll unpack for about an hour. Then (Y/N), we're taking you to do some screen tests with the boys to see how you work with them dynamically. After that, quick dinner and bedtime alright? All in favour of this day say 'I.'"

"I!" Everyone says. You can't seem to get the silly grin off your face, your eyes being drawn to something new every five seconds. Your eyes finally settle onto one thing in particular.

Tom.

No, no, no, (Y/N)! Remember the pep talk! You yell at yourself internally, even though you find yourself smiling at him. His back moves with such complexity, his muscles flexing as he carries his suitcases along.