CAN U DO ONE WHERE THE PREACHER FOLLOWS HER AROUNF IN HIS CAR AND SHE SEES ARVIN AT THE STORE AND GETS ALL TOUCHY WITH HIM AND ASKS HIM FOR A RIDE BUT THEN SHES LIKE you know what as a reward I think I’ll have dinner with you ;)
Heya! Thank you for requesting <3 I feel like I haven’t written in so long but Arvin is just too tempting ;)
Requested?: Yes, actually. Thank you to everyone who has shown part one love 💓
•Warnings: S M U T be warned, Y/n is sadistic :))
•Summary: The release of your new song had sparked a riot but it's just what you wanted. ;))
•Word count: 3.4k
A/n: This is fiction! Also no hate to Zendaya, its for story purposes only. This can be read as a stand-alone but was written as a continuation of BUWYGFIM which you can read -> HERE
Breaking News
Superstar couple Tom Holland and costar Zendaya have announced a split after a short time of dating?!
Get the inside scoop right here.
The marvel costars started dating back in late January, fans were ecstatic with the news. The couple has been spotted out in various dates but has been keeping the PDA on the down low. Though none of the parties have spoken about the reasoning, stating that it was a mutual and friendly break. Various conspiracies have spiraled from the reasoning of the breakup, fans connecting musician Y/n into the story.
You wish you could say you were sorrowful about the new information plaguing your social media but you would be lying if you did. Scrolling through copious amounts article, tweets, and posts about the undoing of the famous couple but you in a good mood in a sadistic way. You knew that at least a little part of the reason all of this was going down was all because of you.
The rumors were going around as well, causing articles like:
‘Diva Y/n Y/l/n is a homewrecker?! ’
‘Tom Holland cheats on short term girlfriend with who??’
Or one of my favourites;
‘Swiper no swiping? It seems like singer Y/n Y/l/n steals Zendaya’s boyfriend.’
Yes, this tarnishes your reputation but who has the proof to prove all of these assumptions. Tom never cheated on Z and you never forced him to break up with her; so who are they to ruin you. Fan’s were vigorously trying to find some evidence of anything about the breakup. Leaving behind a path of hate in your way; comments, posts, accounts all despised you at the very moment, hating on you for destroying their one and beloved ‘ship’. Though with hate, there was love; you had some support on your side and you were grateful for all of them.
@Y/N
‘Rumors? Thank u, next.’
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User 1 [replying to @Y/n]
T E A
Tom Holland [replying to @Y/n]
Preach it.
User 2 [replying to @Y/n]
Tom just replied proof that Y/n is a homewrecker!
~
Tom replying definitely did not help the situation but you were glad he was still there with you. The two of you had been texting constantly still, flirty texts here and there but usually it was just a good chat. Through the drama, it was good to have somewhere there to talk to when you needed. Speaking of the handsome brunette, you had ‘planned’ to go out to a party, and by planned Tom had slyly mentioned he was going and hinted at you to join. You played it coy, making it seem not too desperate but you knew your night had been set. You did not know whose party it was but you sure as hell know you're only going there for one thing; Tom.
You sift through your whole closet, making a mess on the floor of clothes as you try to find the right dress. Digging through the depths, you finally find your favourite; the dress you feel your best at. You wore matching undergarments, bumping up your self-confidence and notch, though no one else saw it, you hoped one person would. You add touches and fixes as time drew closer; there was no set time to be there but you had decided that going in late would be better. Deciding you were ready, you grabbed the necessities and went out the door. You pulled up the address sent from Tom a few conversations ago, hopping into the cab.
Was this a stupid plan? Yes.
Were you going to do it anyways? Well, Yes.
You felt a whirlwind of emotions, butterflies fluttering in your tummy as you thought about finally seeing Tom again. But all of those emotions dropped when you finally spotted him. You had just walked through the doors of the house, music already booming and people already scattered out on the front lawn. Walking in you expected to spot Tom fairly quickly, hoping that he saw you as well but you were greeted with the sight of him surrounded with other girls. Sat up on the couch, he had a drink in hand and another on the waist of some random girl; others surrounded like he was a king. You walked over to the drinks table, you were already here and you didn't want to waste any time. Chugging down a cup before refilling it and making your way out onto the large living space that had been turned into a dance floor for the night. Bodies pressed and bumped against one another, you squeezed through until you got some free space for yourself to just let loose. You swayed and danced to the music, you just wanted to have fun as the alcohol started to kick in; ever so slightly. Before even a whole song finished you felt someone press against your back, quickly turning your head to see a guy around your age. He looked pretty decent, not too shabby. You continued dancing like he wasn't even there until he grabbed a hold of your waist pressing you up against him even further. You started grinding back onto him, what was the harm right? You were just trying to enjoy yourself and this attention was semi-working. What you didn't realize was Toms glaring eyes were glued onto you, from when you walked in, to when this douchebag decided he could dance with you. Tom had enough when he saw the guy tug you around to face him, your arms snaking around the randoms boys neck as you both swayed to the music. Tom shook the girls off of him, of course, he wouldn't get with any of them when all he had his eyes on was you. You didn't see Tom storm over to you and you were surprised to feel someone grabs your arm. You got pulled by this person who you saw was Tom for only a split second because he had pulled you straight into a kiss. Your lips molded together like puzzle pieces, you had wanted this for the longest time now. You had completely forgotten about the guy you had been dancing with, throwing your arms over the actor you had your lips on. Pulling away Tom leaned in closely to your ear, bot of you almost out of breath from the intense kiss.
“What do you say we head upstairs love?” The nickname made you melt as you almost instantly agreed, giving him a peck on the lips as you couldn't get enough of him.
You let Tom lead you upstairs towards his room, people around you too busy with the party to notice and you were to busy with just being excited to be with Tom. You had to admit that in the beginning, this was what you always wanted, going up to his room but now you wanted more than that but maybe he didn't feel the same; oh well you were just going to enjoy tonight as it comes. Tom nudges you into the darkly lit room, locking the door once the two you were in. Instantly your back was pinned to the bedroom door, a gasp emitting from your lips from the contact.
“You were doing that on purpose right love? Dancing on somebody else, when all you want was me?” Tom huskily asks, lips brushing against your ear.
Bodies pressed up against each other, your heart beating at a fast rate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be even closer to the attractive man in front of you.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” You answer, playing dumb; hands now running down his back
“Is that so?” Tom leant closer in, faces only centimeters apart.
The tension became too thick and you couldn't take it, pushing forwards and pressing your lips to his. Lips finally meeting each other, your back pressed further into the door as the two of you kiss. The kiss was full of lust and passion, their want for each other finally being granted. During the kiss you flipped the pair of you around, Tom complying easily and he pressed against the wood. Your hands move to the bottom of his shirt, playing with the hem before he got the idea and pulled away from your lips to lift his shirt above his head and throw it somewhere in the room; before dashing forward to capture your lips again. Your hands ran down his body, feeling every inch of skin, you pulled your lips off his. Kissing down his jaw to his neck, leaving small purple marks in your wake. Small breathy moans sounded out from Tom, you clench your thighs together to get some friction. Moving even further down you pressed kisses down his chest, eventually ending up on your knees; lips ghosting the top of his pants.
“You say I danced with other people when you were surrounded by other girls.” You say mockingly, trying to get the upper hand.
“Jealous?” Tom asks cockily looking down at you.
You place a cheeky kiss on the clothed but obvious bulge, causing Tom to buck his hips. His hands dropped to unzip his pants, rushingly stepping out of them as you reached out to play with the top of his boxers, slowly pushing them down.
“Stop being a tease darling.” As he finally steps out of his underwear, his length on show for you. You lick your lips at the sight, he was above average for sure, the fiery red tip already leaking pre-cum. You place your hands around him, Tom’s head instantly leaning back from the contact. You leaned in, kitten licking the tip; tasting the salty substance on your tongue but you didn't mind it. Toms' hands threaded through your hair, groans falling from his lip as you took more of him in your mouth. Your eyes flicker up to see the best view possible. His head thrown back in pleasure, lips parted with arousing moans leaving them; mixed in with the faint bass from the music downstairs; with that alone more arousal shot in between your legs. Before you could go even further, he slowly dragged you off of him; your lips pouted sadly as he does. Tom leans down, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before pushing it ever so slightly in your mouth just as his dick had been. Getting impatient he grabbed you, lifting you up and carrying you over to his bed; plopping you down onto it. He crawled up to you, body on top of yours. His hands dragged down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress and just as you had done to him; he slowly pushed it up your body, revealing you to him one part at a time. You pushed it over your head, also tossing it somewhere in the already messy room.
“Fuck you're so hot. ” Tom says before attacking your lips into another kiss.
Hands feeling each other up, his going behind you to unclasp your bra, before moving even further down. Your hands grasped onto his shoulders as he moved your panties down your legs; the cool air hitting your wet core. His fingers trailed in your inner thigh, a small moan escaping your lips. The rough pad of his finger trailed up to your clit, tingles shot through your whole body at the action. Your hands tangled into his lovely curls as he played with your nub in circle motions, explicit moans fell from your lips out of the pleasure. Suddenly a finger pushed into you, your hands tugging at his hair now and back arching at the intrusion. Before instantly sliding it out again, and in seconds his head was in between your thighs. Without another second to waste his mouth lapped at your pussy. Gripping your legs and spreading them further. His name fell from your lips like a chant at this point, toes curled as he continued devouring you.
“God, you taste so good, love.” Tom whispered as he lifted off you for a second before diving back in.
You tugged and pulled at his hair, his tongue working wonders, drawing little figure eights on your clit. Then his hands joined back into the mix, two fingers pushing to you as you almost lose it. The coil in your stomach growing tighter, as Tom curled his fingers; your body begging him to go faster.
Go his finger...his mouth, your breathing erratic.
“F-fuck I-I’m gonna-”
“You're gonna what love?” he asked when you cut yourself off, a cocky smile on his face as he stared at you from in between your legs.
It was obvious what was going to happen, and you hated that he knew it but being the cocky bastard he is wanted you to say it. Your body started moving in time with his fingers, trying to get more, you were so close.
“Tell me or else I'm going to take my fingers out.” Tom threatened, his pace evidently slowing down.
You let out a moan of disapproval, trying to get him to speed up again.
“I- Oh my god- I’m gonna-”
Your words cut off once again as you feel his pace speeding up, his long digits going in and out at such a good pace and your breath hitched as his mouth latched onto your clit again.
Your back arching off the bed, legs shaking as you couldn't hold it in anymore. His name fell from your lips as you released, your head thrown back as you saw black for a second. Tom watched as you crumbled in front of his very own eyes, he continued to slowly finger you drawing out your orgasm. Eventually, Tom slid his finger out, your chest heaving but a pout on your lips as you felt empty. You wanted him, all of him.
“Please. Please fuck me.” You practically begged as he hovered above you with lust filled eyes.
Tom got a hold of his dick, guiding himself to your core. He lets the tip run over your folds; letting it slicken up with your arousal before pushing into you. A loud moan from the both of you went around the room, revelling at the feeling of each other. You feel your wall stretch to accommodate him, your breaths shaky as he slowly slid further in. Slowly but surely he bottoms out, hips meeting each other as you adjust to his size. Fuck you loved it already and he hasn't even moved. You let out a needy ‘please’ before trying to push forward yourself trying to get him to move. He pulled out halfway before thrusting back in, more moans escaping and your hands found his back grasping onto his shoulder blades. His thrusts started slow, easily sliding in because you were so wet.
‘F-faster, please’ you begged as Tom listened picking up his pace.
His thrusts became rougher causing you to leave red, burning scratches down his back.
His hands held tightly onto your hips; surely leaving a bruise but you didn't care. The room filled with moans, grunts and the background music from the thumping songs downstairs. You didn't care how loud you were, and honestly, you didn't care if someone heard you because all you wanted was Tom and now you had him.
With a powerful push, Tom hit your sweet spot, you back arched as you let an extremely loud moan at the immense pleasure. A smirk grew on his features as he knew what he had done, angling himself to specifically hit the same spot over and over again. Holy shit, his cock filling you up so perfectly; you loved it. Without warning, Tom snaked his hand down thumb circling your clit, causing your legs to shake; you couldn't take it.
“I-I’m so close” You admit as you hang onto him for dear life, toes curling as your second orgasm approached.
“Fuck, Cum on my cock.”
His words pushing you to the edge as your body pressed closer to his, the feeling of release rushing through you. You were seeing stars as your whole body shook, Tom stopped his movements as he releases into the condom; his eyes closed at the feeling.
Heavy breaths fill the room, Tom slowly pulls out; your pussy clenching on nothing as you feel empty. Your chest heaved as you laid on the bed, watching him throw out the condom; waiting for him to return; you just wanted cuddles and sleep. But you watch as the brunette scans the room before heading to where the thrown pieces of clothing were. You silently watch as he starts to put back on the clothes, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion on what he was doing. Maybe he was just putting on his boxers to sleep? You question to yourself but that idea goes out the window when you see him struggle to pull up the tight jeans he was wearing.
“W-Where are you going?” You ask, hating that you seemed desperate and vulnerable.
But maybe this was just a one-time thing, maybe he wanted this to be casual, maybe he doesn't actually like you; overthinking the situation. You curled up into yourself, of course, you felt hurt but you weren't going to show him that, he hasn't even answered yet.
“Just gonna go back downstairs,” He says, tugging on his shirt over his head.
He was just going to go back to the party, the party filled with people who fall at his feet.
Ouch, guess you misread the situation, your confidence from the beginning drained and you turned into this mess of emotions. You sit up in bed, legs hurting but you know you had to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Where are you going love? You're free to stay here. You must be tired, take a nap” Tom suggested, stood near the closed door but turned to look at you.
You had a surge of confidence, it was now or never to find out what you wanted and worst case scenario he would open the door to the booming music and walk downstairs and completely forget about you; not bad right?
“Only if you’ll join me?” You ask you didn't intend it to be sexual; you did actually want sleep but you also wanted Tom.
The gears turned in his head so much that you could almost see it physically, as he contemplated what you were asking. Without another moment, Tom pulled out his phone from his jean pocket and started texting someone. What was this man doing? Well, he was texting Harrison about shutting down the party for him. But you were utterly confused, you laid back down, turning to your side not even looking at him anymore; you wanted to sleep and you were going to do just that with or without him. A minute passed before you heard some fumbling, pieces of clothing falling back onto the floor as Tom lifted his shirt over his head once again as well as removing those uncomfortable jeans. The bed dipped as he climbed in behind you, Tom slid his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You snuggled into him, feeling his body warmth; making you even more drowsy.
“Thought you didn't want me like this love.” Tom explained, saying it so quietly you barely heard.
“I’ve always wanted you, from the beginning,” You say, voice laced in sleep as your eyes slowly blinked in tiredness.
“Well, I’ve always wanted you from the first time I saw you. But go to sleep love, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” Was the last thing you heard as Tom placed a light kiss onto your temple, eyes closed as a peaceful sleep consumed you.
Waking up that morning hurt your head from the hangover but you were over the moon happy cause you got what you wanted.
@Y/N
[Photo of your hand resting on Tom’s bare chest]
‘I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it.’
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Request: No one asked for this but Tom’s Instagram Hawaii pics are just too tempting.
•Warnings: Fluff, bad writing (definitely not my best), swearing?.
•Summary: When in Hawaii, You got to do something new. Sport? Not always your forte but you didn’t realize you are so awful at golf until you meet a handsome, trust fund golfer.
•Word count- 2.7k (how did I manage to write so much scrap)
When in Hawaii you got to try something new. In this beautiful place like this, you need to just get away from reality; take the world in for once in your life. Your family had planned this holiday for weeks now, and finally, all of you are here. Just like the pictures you see on Instagram feeds, the island is as beautiful as it is captured on our phone screens. While dragging all our luggage to the hotel, other families and groups of friends pass you by; but a certain group catches your eye. You don't remember them on the same plane but you do remember seeing a fancy jet at the airport surely that wasn't theirs right? You shrug it off, you didn't even know them anyways; so who are you to judge. You caught the eyes of the prettiest of hazel, the sun’s light shining down on the colour bringing out a little shine to it. Your lips twitch into a smile, as you see the rest of the handsome man that has now caught your attention. His eyebrow quirks up before returning the smile towards you and turning around to his family, catching up with them. You do the same, having to lightly jog to return to the group. A smile remained on your face throughout the rest of the day; which wasn't long as straight after dinner, you pass out on the hotel bed; exhausted by jet-lag and the journey here.
It is like waking up in paradise; the sunshine, the view, the atmosphere. Though you never liked waking up, you got up seeing a text from your younger siblings about the family already at breakfast. You sigh, you seriously thought you were early for once but anyways you begrudgingly cleaned yourself up before exiting your room and heading down for breakfast.
“So we were wondering if we could go?” You hear your younger brother Liam ask, as you get closer to your family.
“Go where?” You ask whilst pulling out a chair joining them, grabbing a plate instantly and getting what you wanted to eat.
“Golfing!” Your youngest sibling Malia, exclaims.
“You have permission to go but Y/n has to go with you two.” Your mother stated causing the pair of teenagers to groan.
“Out of everything you guys choose golf?” You ask after swallowing your mouthful, curious about why they chose what seems to be a boring sport in your opinion.
“You don't even play sport, maybe you should start. Golfs easy enough for you...I think” Liam sasses, causing you to shoot him a glare; your dad sternly calling out his name.
“Maybe I shouldn't go, which means you can't either.” you clap back, poking your tongue out at your brother as he huffs; crossing his arms angrily.
“Please Y/n… I really wanna go play and you gotta step out of your comfort zone. Try something new!” Malia convinces, grasping at your arm and putting on the best puppy eyes she can.
You sigh, you couldn't resist her damn eyes. The younger pair let out a big cheer, high-fiving each other knowing they had won.
“Alright, you two little shits-”
“Language.” Your mum scolded, as you give a little sorry for an apology.
“As I was saying, my two dear siblings; you better be ready before twelve or else I'm leaving your asses.”
“Y/n!” You dad now piping up as you once again apologize but stood up from your chair, ready to head back into your room to have some alone time before having to go out.
“Oh! Before you go, just remember we’re all having lunch at the small restaurant near the golfing range at two-thirty” Your dad informs, you nod putting the information in the back of your head before heading up to your room.
~
After getting ready for golf, you head out of your room at exactly twelve and you turn the corner to see both Liam and Malia standing at the elevator all dressed and ready to go. You roll your eyes at their antics, all of you hopping into the; heading out to the golf course.
The three of you arrive, renting out some clubs and golf balls before heading out to the holes. You’ll admit that when you see others playing golf, it never piqued your interest; actually, you think you've never actually played before after recalling some past memories. Your two younger siblings are smiling ear to ear as we get to hole number one, Malia setting up her shot first. You look around noticing a group of boys on the next hole, you decide staring is rude so you look around the scenery; getting into your own bubble.
“Y/n! Your turn.” Malia shouts, snapping you out of it and gripping the golf club that Liam hands to you.
“If you don't remember, Golf is where you hit the ball into that hole over there. Easy.” Liam instructs but obviously being sarcastic as always.
“Yeah, I got it. Should be easy right?” You say mostly to yourself, you don't even know why you were stressing; it is literally just golf.
“It’s easy, you got this Y/n!” Malia encourages with a bright smile.
You line up your shot, making sure that you'll hit the ball at the right angle to get it somewhat near the hole. Taking a deep breath you swung the club back before swinging it back forward hitting the ball. What you didn't realize was maybe you got your angles wrong, as the ball flew through the air landing right on the head of one of the boys ahead of you. You gasp loudly as Liam and Malia burst into laughter, you instantly start moving to the boy you hit; him now on the ground clutching his head as you see another person probably calling for staff. As you arrive at the group you realize it's the same family from the airport. Your mind could only focus on the fact that you have just hit the most the most attractive man you've ever seen, and you're not even exaggerating.
“I am so sorry!” You apologize, making all their heads turn towards you, but you only look at the injured man as he stood up right in front of you.
“Don't come near me ever again! My dad can sue you for this, not like we need any more money from people like you.” He basically hisses out, fire in his eyes; and if looks could kill, you’d definitely be six feet under in a second.
“People like me? You mean people who aren't spoiled brats?” You fire back, the words just coming out without a thought; not caring about the consequences.
“You want to say that again? Y-”
“Woah, woah, woah. Alright, let's not get violent now. How about we get you to the first aid bay inside Tom.” One of the other men steps in the middle before reaching out to help the injured ‘Tom?’.
“Don't touch me! I can walk myself, it's not like she hit me in the leg.” Tom pushes the blue-eyed boy away but the other two boys swooped in helping him walk.
“But she did hit you in the head, so you could have a concussion dumb-ass.” The curly, red-haired one spoke up as they aid him to walk towards the building.
Your phone pings with a notification from your siblings, saying that they'll continue through all the holes and meet up with you after. You quickly respond to them, hoping they won't misbehave, and you knew you would meet up with them soon. You look up again to see their figures getting smaller in the distance, without realizing the one who stepped in is still next to you.
“I’m sorry ‘bout him. He’s -” He begins to speak but you cut him off.
“Spoiled?”
“Yeah, but I bet he doesn't mean whatever dumb shit comes out of his mouth.” He defends after laughing at your response.
“Yeah, I bet” You sarcastically say, rolling your eyes.
“Seriously, C’mon we’ll go see him in the bay” Blue eyes says before starting to walk in the direction of the building.
“Are you kidding? Like he… I would want to see him again!” You say, a tad loudly for the man to hear; causing him to stop and turn around to face you.
“Well, I think you and him deserve some apologizes,” He says before turning around again, continuing on his journey.
You close your eyes, asking yourself; were you really going to face him again? You called this guy hot in your mind before hitting him with a golf ball and then going off at each other. You sigh, opening your eyes; seeing the man was quite far now before running to catch up to him.
“Glad you could join…”
“Y/n”
“Harrison, that div’s best friend.”
~
As you got to the first aid room, you see the two other boys who helped out heading out of the room.
“We gotta check up on dad, catch up later Haz.” One of them says before the two walk away, obviously to their father.
You are starting to second guess things, he obviously wouldn't want to see you after what you did; so why were you here? Harrison then goes to open the door but before he could push it open, your hand shot out to stop him.
“A-are you sure I should be here?” You ask feeling doubt and like you shouldn't actually go in.
“Seriously Y/n? We’re both going in. Don’t worry about him.” Harrison reassures before opening the door fully this time.
You were behind Harrison, Tom not being able to see you yet as Harrison greets the injured man. Tom is sat on the bed in the bay, the aid had gone off somewhere; so it was just him in the room.
“Oh thank lord you're here Haz. Did you tell that girl to get lost? Seriously as pretty as she was, she hit me in the head.” You hear the trust fund kids voice, wanting to run away and crawl into a hole but at the same time confront him.
He called you pretty but at the same time can't let go of his dick of a personality for one second.
“Not exactly…” Harrison draws out before stepping to the side, showing your figure behind him.
Tom sends a glare to Haz before turning to you, looking you up and down in judgment. You want to cower away from his sight but you needed to stand your ground, you couldn't let this rich, trust fund and handsome man beat you.
“Sorry?” you apologize but it came out more like a question, earning a nudge from Harrison who shot you a glare as well as Tom.
“Seriously? That's all?” Tom questions.
“Well, what do you want me to say? I’ve already apologized so what do you expect?” You ask, words just flowing out from your mind.
“Alright, I’m sorry. For being a div, how ‘bout we talk? You can sit if you'd like” Tom surprisingly nicely suggests.
You give him a weird glance but wouldn't refuse his suggestion, so you went to sit next to him on the bed; space between you two is still substantial.
It started off with awkward small talk before it just clicked. The two of you actually had common interests, sharing jokes that brought tears to your eyes. The two of you were in your own world and didn't realize Haz had walked out the room minutes ago. Harrison walking out the room proud to be the best wing-man for his best mate and wanting a ‘thank you’ from him later
“You know you're actually pretty funny for someone who hit me on the head.” Tom jokes.
“C’mon that was a low blow. Does it still hurt?” You ask, unconsciously moving closer to inspect the bump on his head.
“A bit, it's not bad though,” Tom says as your fingers reach out to slowly graze the injury you had caused.
You hadn't realized how close your faces were until your eyes flicker down to see that there was barely centimeters between the two of you. You feel Toms' hand fall to your hip as your hands slid down to cup his face. The two of you leaning a tad closer, lips brushing against each other. Just as you were about to close the gap, your phone notifications blare through the room causing the two of you to jump apart. You quickly grab out your phone, to see Liam spamming you with messages.
‘Where are you?’
‘We gotta meet for lunch remember?’
‘Or are you too busy getting a restraining order from that dude you hit?’
Your eyes widen as you forgot about the family lunch you had at two-thirty, looking at the time it so happened to be two-twenty.
“Shit!” You say out loud to yourself as you shoot to stand up from your spot.
“What's wrong?” Tom asks, looking at your frantic state.
“I forgot I had something and I really need to go if I don't want to be late.” You inform him, almost taking off.
“How about I give you my number? We could meet up sometime again?” Tom asks almost calmly but on the inside, he was freaking the fuck out; hoping to see you again.
“Yeah, sure” You respond; giving him your phone, obviously you wouldn't turn him down.
After Tom gives your phone back you quickly thank him and without thinking lean in for a kiss on his cheek, before basically darting out of the room with an ‘I’ll text you later!’.
Tom's lips tug into a smile, thinking about how this situation has turned before plopping his head on the weirdly comfortable pillow of the bed.
~
After rushing out of the room, you run to the reception desk; wanting to ask to place an announcement for your siblings but you see them standing at the side leaning against the desk. You let out a breath of relief, walking over to them and ushering them out; not wanting to be late for the family lunch, know mum would kill you.
“So how’d it go with the guy you hit?” Liam teases, obviously not knowing that you had made up.
“Actually good, thank you very much.” You respond as the three of you sped walk to the nearby restaurant.
“Ooo Y/n has a crush on the guy she hit in the head.” Malia joins in with the teasing, a skip in her step now.
“Y/n must've given him a concussion if he has any interest in her.” Liam snarks like he always does, earning a hit on the back of the head by you.
“Shut up and walk faster.”
~
The three of you make it in just in time, you spot your parents already sat at a table and you join them. Just as you were browsing the menu, you hear a loud chatter of people. Glancing up you see the Hollands and Haz, your eyes instantly finding Tom. With the feeling of someone watching him, Tom turns to see Y/n looking straight at him. With a wink of his eye, making a blush crawl up your cheeks the two of you turn away. The waiter comes, making you stutter out an order; making your family look at you weirdly. Your phone lights up with a message from a contact under “Div you hit in the head’
‘Fancy seeing you here love.’ The message read, you smile at it before looking up to see Tom sat at a table near yours; eyes already on you.
“So how was golfing?” Your dad asks, making the younger pair basically jump in their seats.
“It was so fun! I loved it” Malia exclaims in excitement, recalling the events of today in her mind.
“Yeah! It was fun seeing Y/n hit her crush in the head.” Liam exposes as you kick him under the table for the comment.
You didn't say anything back, but you glance up to see the prettiest of eyes and a purple bruise that you caused. Whoops. But you wouldn't change anything that happened today because...
When in Hawaii you gotta try something new and maybe you'll hit something you like.
