You're a 23 year old up and coming writer with big dreams. You don't have time for boys, you need to focus on your career. But one night you find yourself getting butterflies over a boy called Tom, you can't help but loose sight of everything else.
I woke up the next morning and Tom was gone. His clothes were fine apart from his shirt that I was wearing. I got up and peered out my window. It was raining like always. I shoved my hair into a messy bun and grabbed my phone. It was blown up with notifications. I wash my face then go downstairs. I could hear someone moving around. "Tom?" I ask into my downstairs area. "Morning," Tom softly says. I wipe my eyes and turn into my kitchen. He's got jeans and socks on but that's it. "Wow nice outfit!" I laugh as I sit in my barstool. "Ditto," He says, looking me up and down. Shit. I don't have any bottoms on. "Need a paracetamol?" He asks. "More like a new head." I say as I put my head on the kitchen island. He was making a cooked breakfast and the smell of bacon and eggs hit my nose. "Hmm, thank you so much," I say as he puts down a plate in front of me. "No problem," he says as he sits down next to me. "So, Tom, tell me more about your modelling job? How have I not seen you anywhere?" I ask casually. I can tell he's hiding something I just don't know what. "Uh well I acted as a kid and then I got into modelling," he says. "Oh cool! What films have you done?" I ask. "I was in The Impossible," he says. "Oh my god! I loved that movie! I can't believe I didn't recognise you!" I exclaim. That's good he's finally told me. "Do you do any acting now?" I ask. "Um no, not really." Tom says stiffly, clearing his throat. I nod. We have a conversation over breakfast and we both finish after about an hour. I picked up both our plates and put them in the dishwasher. He got a call. "Work," He says as he picks up the phone. "Hello?" Tom says. I can't hear the other line of the phone which makes me even more curious. "Oh okay, yeah no problem, be there in 10." He hangs up the phone. "I'm so sorry I have to go to work for reshoots," Tom says "Reshoots?" I ask. "Uh huh," Tom says. "Okay then I guess you'll need your top back," I laugh as I take it Of in the kitchen. Tom just stares for a while at the sight of me in just my bra and pants. I walk closer to him. "You can get a better look later on." I whisper in his ear while giving him his t-shirt. He takes an audible gulp. "I haven't got your number love," Tom says softly as he hands me his phone. I put my number in. "I'll see you soon then?" I ask as I open the door and lean against it. "100% definitely, yes." Tom says as he walks backwards out my driveway. I close my door. Time to research him. I go onto Instagram and search up Tom Holland. Wow he's verified. I scroll through the posts. He's honestly lied to me? He's shooting a movie called "Chaos Walking"! And he's friends with Robert Downey Jr! Oh my god... He's fucking spiderman. I should of recognised him. Why would Of he lied to me? Why?
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