If The World Was Ending - Tom Holland

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. "Ugh, what happened last night?" I whispered with a croaky morning voice, throwing my pillow over my head, not that it was too bright outside, I lived in Scotland, it was hardly ever sunny. 

"Morning sunshine" Rosie chirped as she walked in, plonking a glass of water on my bed side table, very loudly must I add. 

"What happened last night?" I repeated.

"You were soo drunk, it was hilarious" She explained emphasizing the 'so'. "Tom had to guide you to the bathroom, you couldn't even walk in a straight line" She added laughing.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrassing when I'm drunk! Who let me drink so much?" I asked concerned.

"I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't let me. I drunk almost the same amount as you, but obviously my body takes alcohol a lot better than you" She continued. 

I scoffed at her comment, taking a sip of water, along with an aspirin. 

"Would you like to see something?" She asked me smiling.

"Maybe later?" I said, wanting to go back to bed. 

"Uhh I think you would like to see this now" Rosie reassured me.

I sat up as she held out her phone in front of me, playing a video of me singing 'Be Alright' from last night. "I think that was the last thing I actually remember from last night. But why are you showing me?" I asked.

"Look" She said as she got out of full screen on the video. The video had 30,000 views on YouTube, and over 2,000 likes. 

"Wha- What?" I asked startled and a bit confused.

"I posted it last night, and that isn't even the best part, look" She said as she moved over to Instagram. 

"That is Island Records's Instagram" I said confused. "That is Island Records's Instagram, and they posted my video. Wha- what I-I don't understand" 

"They posted your cover! And Dean Lewis himself liked it, along with many other artists which Island Records represents; like Shawn Mendes, James TW, and even Demi Lovato" She explained.

"I don't understand, why?" I said in shock still.

"Because they loved you and your voice!" She reassured me. 

I flopped back onto my bed. "What does this even mean?" I asked looking over at her, not able to comprehend the situation as I was still half asleep, as well as incredibly hung over.

"Well, the caption says, 'Looks like we have new talent on the rise', you should check your emails, there might be something there." She requested, rather than suggested.

I opened up my laptop which laid on my other bed side table, checking my emails as fast as possible, although struggling greatly from the bright light of the screen. A new one appeared at the top of my inbox, from none other than Island Records. 

"I can't believe this. I can't open it. You do it" I said practically throwing my laptop across my bed. 

Rosie began to read "Dear Kiara, we saw your cover of 'Be Alright' by Dean Lewis on YouTube, and we loved what you did with the song, so we posted it on our Instagram. We got an amazing response from our followers and other signed artists.  We were wondering if you write songs, or were open to start writing. If not, that is fine, we can hook you up with a writer, but we were wondering if you would like to come to London to perform a showcase for our executives. Thank you for your time Kiara, we hope to see you soon" There was a pause before Rosie started squealing and jumping up and down on my bed. 

Dave ran into my room, confused and worried. "What's wrong? Is someone hurt?" He asked in panic. 

"No no no, look! Kiara was just practically handed a record deal with Island Records!" Rosie continued squealing.

"Wow Kiara, that's amazing! Congrats!" Dave said, giving me a smile, whilst Rosie jumped in circles around him.

"Thanks..." I said hesitantly.

"Aren't you excited?!" Rosie stopped jumping.

"Uh, I guess, but I have to go back to uni tomorrow, and I-" I manage to get out before I was interrupted.

"Kiara! This is a record deal we are talking about here. Music. You love music. Why don't you want to do this?" She asked sitting back down next to me on my bed.

"They said originals, I don't think I could do that" I said before I felt tears burning up in my eyes.

"You don't have to sing your own songs if you don't want to, they gave you another option" She continued rubbing my back.

"I guess-" I said before my phone started ringing next to me. My phone screen lit up with 'unknown number' and I looked back at Rosie hesitantly.

"Answer it, it might be your future manager" She said excitedly. 

"Hello?" I asked the unknown person on the other end of the line.

"Kiara! Hi! It's Tom!" The now known caller said.

"Oh, hi Tom! How did you get my number?" I asked.

"Rosie gave it to Sam last night, who gave it to me this morning"

"Did she now" I said as I glared at her, causing her to leave the room.

 "Yeah, oh and about last night-" He tried to speak before I cut him off.

"Oh I'm so sorry about that! When I am drunk, I am always so embarrassing and I make stupid decisions that I will regret. Let's just forget last night ever happened" I said with a small laugh. After a couple moments of silence on the other end of the phone line, I asked "Tom?"

"Oh yeah, of course, it didn't happen" He said, sounding kind of... disappointed? "Well I guess I'll talk to you later, have a nice day" He said quickly before hanging up.

Strange.

***

Tom's POV

I flopped onto the couch next to Harry, burring myself in my sorrows and pillows.

"I take it that it didn't go well?" Harry asked.

"She told me to forget the whole thing. Forget everything that happened last night! The first girl I have actually liked in a long time, and she didn't even recognize who I was. I am just supposed to forget that we almost kissed? She just flat out rejected me" I said as I pushed my face into a pillow. 

"Well hey, at least I walked in on time before you actually kissed, or you would already be head over heels in love with her, and that my dear brother, would be worse" Sam said as he sat on the other side of Harry. 

"I guess, but it still sucks" I pouted.

"Quit whining, there are millions of girls on the internet that would love to date you" Harry piped in.

"Yeah but they only want to be with me because I'm Spider-man, this was different, she had no clue who I was, and didn't just want to hang out with me because I have money" I continued. 

"Then find someone who also has money, like hey, what about Zendaya, she is gorgeous" Harry suggested.

"Yeah but we are just friends, we don't think of each other in that way" I replied.

"That's what they all say" Sam joined the conversation again.

"It's true!" I defended.

"Sure, sure" He added.