The New Girl

41.

2 months later

"Cole, come on! You never come out anymore." Oona moaned as she straightened her hair.

I sighed on her bed, watching her through the mirror, "I promised Tom we'd facetime tonight. We haven't called for two weeks."

"Just do it tomorrow!"

"I want to go out, I really do. But I need to talk to Tom. It's not fair." I played with the fluffy pillow in my lap.

She sighed, finally giving up. "Fine. But we're going out on bonfire night. No way are you staying in like you did at Halloween."

Ah yes, Halloween. Tom's party plans ended up getting scrapped and he insisted on calling me. I was already dressed up and ready to go when he messaged me. I was an angel and Oona was a dark angel, dragging Will along with her as the devil. I was so excited about the party, too. I was non-stop thinking about how much I missed Tom and I needed a break from everything. But then he called and I couldn't ignore it. We ended up on call until 4am and I fell asleep in my tight, white dress and angel wings still on, my halo half-way down my face.

It's safe to say that I haven't been the most fun person since I got back from Barcelona and I definitely haven't had as fun of a life.

I had to go back to the sleazy job I worked at but I'm at a higher position which means I don't get the shit I used to. I boss people around and I have my own office where people of a higher standard in sport come in for me to help. So, it's not too bad but...still not amazing.

And the tabloids have been having a field trip lately, too. The pictures snapped in Barcelona of Tom and I coming in and out of the apartment hand-in-hand and the pictures of us on the jet-ski together were practically everywhere. I felt famous when I saw my face at the front of the 'Daily Mail' snapchat story. And I felt even cooler when 'The Rundown' did a whole story on us - me especially. People knew my name from Ben's statement and they knew I was Tom's assistant for Uncharted but no one really knew if we were dating. And I was glad.

I've had a few people come up to me randomly and ask if I'm really the girl that dates Tom Holland and I just reply with, "Who's Tom Holland?" And that gets them away pretty quickly.

Dating long distance hasn't been a walk in the park either. The sadness and lonliness of missing each other; the constant fear of losing the other; the guilt when you can't call or haven't in a while; the horniness...and to make it worse, he's famous and filming a movie which means he's constantly in the spotlight and constantly getting rumours thrown at him.

Rumours about who he's dating etc, etc. Zendaya is a prominent figure in that sense. I've never met her though we do follow each other on Instagram. I would never think a bad thing of her, ever. But she's so stunning I always have that fear that her and Tom have something going on. He said that during both Spiderman 1 and 2 filming and press, they had a very small, flirtatious thing going on but nothing more. But if that attraction was there twice...it can still come again, can't it?

The insecurity is another lovely part of long distance - again, especially with a famous boyfriend who people don't know he's your boyfriend. Sometimes I get lost on Instagram, looking through his followers and seeing the sheer amount of people who follow him and have fan accounts for him and make amazing art and edits of him.

And it really hits me that he is internationally famous. He has millions of people fawning over him, he has millions of eyes on him constantly and I'm...well, I'm no one compared to him.

Yet, he still texts and calls and leaves me cute voicemails and a sexy photo in a while...

Sex is something I miss greatly. Especially with Tom. We've sent a few risqué photos back and forth and every time we do it, it gets more graphic and more dangerous. We have to be considerate of the time and place, so we need to do the maths on the time difference and know if the other is in work or not. We haven't been too adventurous or scandalous in that case...

"Well, I'm away. Love you and see you later, okay?" Oona grabbed her clutch and waved a goodbye before heading out the front door.

I groaned, getting off her bed and moving across the hall to my own room and landing face-first onto my sheets. I reached over my bed and grabbed the hoodie Tom left me. His signature pink one. I slipped off my bra through my sleeve and kicked off my jeans and went into my cupboard to find the aftershave. I had (oh so sadly) bought the aftershave that Tom uses so I can spray the hoodie with it or my bed with it. I know it's extremely pathetic and sad but I could care less; it helps me.

I squirted the aftershave over me and the hoodie and then my bed. I sat the bottle on my bed side table and just as I sat down, a call came in from Tom on my laptop. I excitedly clicked 'answer' and soon Tom was on my screen.

"Hey, darling." He grinned.

"Hey, babe. How was work?" I asked, my excited voice peeking through as I smiled at him through the screen.

"'S been a long day. Was up at 4 this morning and it's now 4 in the afternoon and I just got back, so." He sighed, slumping down on the couch.

"Aww. Well, I hope Sam makes you a lovely dinner." I said a little louder.

"I will!" I heard Sam's voice from afar.

I giggled and Tom and I sighed, an unusually awkward silence between us. He was lying on the couch, his head against the arm rest and his hand behind his head, sporting his usual silver rolex on his wrist.

"We haven't spoken in ages." He yawned.

"I know, I'm really sorry. Work's been busy and I'm trying to look for a new one and Oona and Will are both living here too and-"

"It's okay. I just...missed you." He smiled weakly.

I breathed out through my nose with a smile, "I missed you, too."

"In fact," He sat up and began walking somewhere else in the house.

"I missed you so much that," He sat his phone down on the kitchen island, leaning it against something so I could view the living room and half of the kitchen.

I furrowed my brows, confused at what he was doing.

"I'm coming to you on the 5th to the 6th this week." He grinned, holding his laptop up to show a bought plane ticket.

I gasped, my eyes widening to look closer at the ticket on his laptop to see if he was being serious or not.

"Oh my god...I'm going to see you in two days?!" I exclaimed.

"Yup!" He laughed.

"Oh my god!" I squealed and got up, dancing and jumping around my room with joy.

"Fireworks night! Me, you, Oona and Will can go see the fireworks then we can get the apartment for the night and I'll kick them out and oh!" I clapped my hands together.

"It'll be amazing! Oh my god!" I covered my mouth with my hands, my huge smile still able to poke through.

"I can't wait to see you again." He giggled softly.

"Neither can I."