Like it's Real (2/3) Tom Holland X Reader
Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: Some swearingsA/N: Wow guys, thank you for the 100+ followers, you’re all so sweet. If you would like to be tagged in the future parts, you can leave a comment to let me know ❤️
P.S: The italicized sentences are your internal thoughts
Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door. You: Stuff? Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour. You: Oh sure. Thank you.
You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.
Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.
Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.This should do it
“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.
“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.
Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.
“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“-
After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”
After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.
“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.
“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.
“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.
You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.
“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.
He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”
With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.
Tom's publicist added you into a group chat Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great. Tom: How did you know that? Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you
Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.
You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.
Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.
You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.
You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.
As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.
After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.
He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.-
“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.“What do you have in mind?”
“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.-
Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.
“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”
“Can I try your ice cream?” “Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.
Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”
You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?-
Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”
“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.
“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.Fuck, I have a crush on Tom
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