Darling - A Tom Holland Fanfiction

Chapter 6

Warning: Spoilers about Iron Man 2

I'm woken up by the sound of the doorbell. I look at the time: 7:30AM. Well, there goes my plan to sleep in late. I don't bother getting out of bed; Tom's awake, so he'll get the door. However, he obviously doesn't, since it rings a second time. I groan and get up, walking to the door angrily, wondering who would wake me up so early in the morning. I open the door to find a delivery guy with a brown paper bag in his hands:

"Good morning!" He says, joyfully.

"Hi? What are you doing here? I didn't order anything," I ask, dryly.

"Well, are you Brooklyn Rogers?" He replies.

"Uh... yeah. But I didn't order anything."

"Well, it's already been paid for, so I'll just leave this here with you, while you figure this out." He says, handing me the bag. I grab it and thank him while he leaves and close the door.

"I'm so sorry about this, I thought I would be out of the shower by the time he would get here," I hear Tom say from behind me. I turn around to face him and he adds, with a big smile on his face: "Oh my god, you're wearing my shirt!" Oh. I forgot I was wearing that. I look at him for a quick second before answering:

"And you're wearing nothing but a towel, could you please go get dressed?"

"Come on, B. You've seen me like this before, don't get all shy," he says, winking at me. I blush slightly and tell him I'm going back to bed, handing him the bag.

When I wake up again, a few hours later, Tom is gone, and I find a note from him on the table, apologizing for this morning and wishing me a good day. I text him to tell him not to worry about this morning, and he calls me a few seconds later:

"Hi!" He says, "I'm so sorry for this morning, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Don't worry about it, I fell right back asleep anyways." I laugh.

"So, did you like my quacksons?" He asks.

"Your what?" I immediately reply, confused.

"My quacksons. That I had delivered for you this morning? The guy who woke you up by ringing the doorbell, even though I specifically said not to, he was bringing quacksons."

"Tom, I have no idea what you're talking about", I say, looking around the kitchen to find the bag. When I finally find it, I look into it: "oh, you mean croissants! I haven't eaten yet, but I'll eat one in a bit. Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you."

"That's exactly what I said, quacksons. And it's my pleasure, anything for my new roomie." I'm about to answer, but Tom quickly adds "oh, I gotta go, see you tonight. By the way, we're watching the first Iron Man tonight! Okay, bye B." He hangs up before I even get a chance to answer, so I decide to sit, eat a croissant, and call H. He answers quickly:

"Hi B.! How are you?"

"Good! I was wondering, what's the thing with Tom and croissants?" H. bursts out laughing and says:

"Yeah, he says that's how the French say it. I don't know if that's true, but don't call him out on it, he gets frustrated." I laugh too and change the topic. We talk for a while before hanging up. I'm not used to having a day off alone, so I get bored pretty quickly, so Harrison sends me YouTube videos. After a while, I decide to clean the apartment, do some laundry and once I'm done, I decide to bake a cake. I have a very specific idea of what I want to do. Tom walks in at the exact moment I take the cake out of the oven.

"Wow, it smells so good in here!"

"Thanks! Are you done already?"

"Yeah, it's 5!" I look at the time and exclaim: