✁𝙏𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

ｗｏｒｄｃｏｕｎｔ: ２,７ｋ

you drummed your fingers on the ledge of the taxi window, eagerly looking out at the city outside. your heart rate increased as the driver turned the corner, revealing a brick red apartment building.

"you can stop here," you blurted out. the driver complied and pulled over next to the sidewalk as you fumbled for money. you graciously handed him his fee and stepped out the cab, barely noticing as it screeched away.

you swallowed the lump in your throat as you quickly walked up the building steps, a bounce in your step. you stopped at the first door, scanning your eyes over the golden 23 stuck on the front. your numb-from-the-cold thumbs scrolled through your email, checking and double checking the address you'd been sent.

you took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

"coming!" a familiar british accent called from within the apartment, accompanied with sounds of barking. "tess, no-stop-"

you stifled a laugh as the door flung open to reveal a messy-haired, frazzled-looking boy. he wore a weary smile as his dog was jumping up on his denim-clad leg. "hey, y/n."

you couldn't help but split into a wide smile at the sight of your old friend. "tommy! it's so good to see you again!"

tom shared your grin as he opened his arms for a hug. you leaned into him, loosely closing your arms around his waist. you caught a whiff of vanilla hand soap and aftershave as you stepped back and into the house.

you closed the door behind you, your heart fluttering as you turned back to him. "so you needed help on a scene?"

tom blinked, then shook his head clear. "oh, yeah," he nodded, glancing down at the script in his hands. "um, we should probably get to work on that?"

"sure." you followed him to the living room. the first thing you noticed about tom holland's living room was that it was extremelymessy. your eyes darted from the clothes on the ground to the dog toys on the couch.

tom flushed beet red. fuck, he was hoping you wouldn't notice. "i didn't get a chance to clean up," he muttered quietly as he pushed a sweater aside with his foot.

"i noticed." you laughed and casually flipped your hair behind your back. he found himself smiling at the sound of your laugh. he hadn't heard that sound in years.

"so you're still acting right?" he asked hesitantly, walking around the room and subtly throwing clothes into a hamper.

"i am," you assured nervously. your nails dug into your palm. "mj is actually the first role i've tried out for, so...i'm not sure i'll get any more." your voice trailed off.